a-mischievous-miqote

[a-mischievous-miqote]

A Kiss From a Rose

Thoughts tumbled through her head, first and foremost that she was being ridiculous. Didn't help matters any that a couple of giggling girls almost crashed into her as she had finally worked up the courage to walk into the Congregation. She could do this. She'd beaten Primas. Saved Eorzia from Garlean invasion. What was giving a man a bouquet of flowers?

Her boots stumbled over the stone floor. Bright Halone. The floor in front of the entrance to the Lord Commander’s Office was littered with bouquets, wrapped boxes, letters, and even… Oh, no. Poor Vaincannet had his arms filled with flowers and two matrons haranguing him into letting them into Aymeric’s chambers IM-mE-Di-Et-Ly! DID he NOT know WHO they were???

Valyn shook her head, starting to turn back to the door. Mother, no. This wasn't worth it. “Warrior of Light?” a deep voice called out to her before she reached the outside. Damn. Her shoulders sagged a bit as she turned again, seeing Handeloup a hand raised in greeting, head tipped as he motioned her closer to his quiet corner. Valyn shifted the bouquet of roses in her arms as she moved carefully around the squabbling matrons, smiling as she came towards Handeloup. “Don’t tell me you’re here…” his voice trailed off, his eyes darting over her shoulder towards the cacophony going on behind her now.

She nodded. “Is his Lordship in?”

He smiled, “Yes, but he has been in meetings all day. I fear when he emerges from his chambers. It is like this every Valentione’s Day.”

Valyn looked up at the smiling man, his exhaustion already clear on his face. She held the flowers she carried up to him, “Then these are for you.”

His face flushed, “My – My Lady! I cannot!”

“Share them with the others if you wish, as thanks for all you do, especially –“ her voice cut off, eyes going wide as a loud shriek cut the air. Valyn swallowed, eyes blinking as she continued, “Especially today of all days.” She chuckled, and turned to go, darting around the matrons now scuffling with each other for the door.

Handeloup watched the Warrior of Light leave, stunned to have received flowers today of all days from the Hero of Eorzea herself. He debated if he should keep the gift or when he finally emerged, pass them on to the intended recipient, Lord Aymeric. He set them upon a side table, safe for the moment to help Vaincannet separate the two Ladies and rush them from the congregation before they did any harm to themselves or the knights within.

[a-mischievous-miqote]

i appreciate that i saw both of these on my dash within about five posts of each other. we’re gonna need both moods going forward, tbh.

[a-mischievous-miqote]

The Past is...

Standing at the end of the dock after disembarking the Morningstar, I could almost still see the speck of K’lyhia’s boat in the distance. I rolled my bottom lip between my teeth and chewed it absently, wondering if I should have spoken up – should have insisted on going with her – why didn’t she want me to go? I thought we were friends? I had thought I had found a kindred spirit in K’lyhia, but here I was – alone again.

read the rest: https://archiveofourown.org/works/58876543

[a-mischievous-miqote]

If you found your way here - my apologies but its still a work in progress - but if you're curious... stick around! Please? O_O

[a-mischievous-miqote]

Coming out of my cage And I've been doing just fine

seemed about right for the first post

Box boy

(via)