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Two knocks came at his door, before the cleric would come in. "Are you busy at the moment, Ser Vellguine? I need to ask you something in confidence."

He had finished the report in his hands and had just set it down as the knocks came to his door.  He turned his head slightly and noticed the cleric step through the threshhold, “Ah Haumeric.  No, there are no pressing matters at the moment.”

He gave Haumeric a smile as he gestured to one of the seats place in front of the hearth.  Carefully he rose and moved to begin brewing tea. 

“Should you seek confidence I can assure you you will have it.  If you wish close the door and make yourself at home.  I shall brew us a pot of tea and you might speak freely.”

He looked at the younger man as he began preparing the kettle.  There seemed to be something heavily weighing on the other man.

“You seem to bear the weight of the world upon your shoulders.  I would offer mine ear if it would lessen your burden,” he offered as he set the water to boil.

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I would kill you.✧ I would physically hurt you.✧ I would attack you unprovoked.✧ I would manipulate you.✧ I dislike you.✧ You annoy me.✧ You scare me.✧ You intimidate me.✧ I hope I intimidate you.✧ I pity you.✧ You disgust me.✧ I hate you.✧ I’m indifferent toward you.✧ I’d like to get to know you better.✧   I’d like to spend more time with you. ✧ I’d like to be friends with you.✧  I’m unsure what to think of you.✧ I’m unsure how I feel about you.✧ You are my friend.✧ You are my best friend.✧ You are my mentor.✧ I look up to you.✧ I respect you.✧ You are my hero.✧ You inspire me.✧ You are my enemy.✧ You make me happy.✧ I want to protect you.✧ I would fight by your side.✧ I consider you an equal.✧ I think you are beneath me.✧ I think you are above me.✧ I would lie for you.✧ I would lie to you.✧ I would sleep with you.✧ I would sleep by your side.✧ I would hug you.✧ I would kiss you.✧ You are family to me.✧ I would die for you.✧ I would kill for you.✧ I would trust you with my life.✧ I would trust you with my most precious belonging.✧ I would trust you with a secret.✧ I would trust you with my biggest / darkest secret.✧ I love you (platonically).✧ I love you (romantically).

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Spill it: What were your thoughts on Ignasse's form when he first joined the Ward,

“Sloppy, rough... lacking in efficiency,” he sighed and crossed his arms, “Though I must admit there is a strength to him, a burning within that aids him in battle.  However  he has come a long way from that first time I experienced his skills in a sparring match.  Though he is prone to moments of roughness still he is more controlled.”

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Truth: Which of the Ward has the most endearing bad habit and what is it?

“In truth there are many bad habits my brothers exhibit,” he sighed, “However I would hazard that the most ‘endearing’ is the devotion to duty certain ones have that lead to skipped meals.”

Vellguine shook his head slightly, “However much I might feel irritation at their inability to eat correctly I can never fault their devotion and loyalty.  Truly it is impressive and a few others I can think of who shall remain... unnamed, would do well to adopt even a fraction of that work ethic.”

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Una’to,

      I pray to the Fury this missive finds you well.  If this has reached you then likely too has news of my fate.  I am sorry I cannot be there for you now.  Halone has called me to her halls and there I shall serve her.   It has truly been an honor to get to know you and your son.  I regret that I will not see him grow into as fine of a man as you are.  Training you in the ways of the lance was a rare treat I had not expected.  I am sure you are aware of how we Ishgardians are to outsiders.  Yet I find for having known you, having known your son and my adopted daughter... I am the better for it.  Thank you.

Stay strong Una’to.  Stay the course you choose for yourself and your family.  There is a fire within you that none should ever extinguish.  Keep burning brightly.  Illuminate the path before you that others may follow your example. 

I would ask a favor, a final request if I may.  She will need someone.  She is likely lost right now.  Please watch out for her.  I have no idea if my other brothers of the Ward will be there but she trusts you.  You are a brother to her, please watch out for her. 

I must be off to meet His Eminence shortly for a meeting of state regarding a new blessing ceremony so I cannot write more.  Please know though that my time spent with you and your son are some of my most treasured moments.  With you two and my ward it was as if I had regained a family more than just my brothers in arms.  Thank you Una’to and may both the Fury and Rhalgr bless you and yours.

Ser Vellguine de Bourbagne

(The missive is delivered with a small wrapped parcel bearing Una’to’s son’s name containing twelve small knights in white armor and a smaller training spear with a dulled tip.)

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Dear Svanielle,

        I must confess I do not know you nearly as well as some of mine brothers of the Ward do.  However from what I have learned in passing leads me to write you this.  Should this missive find you then I regret to inform you I am now in Halone’s halls should the Fury have me. I have lived my life, served my Goddess and protected His Eminence with all that I am.  I find however that I would ask a task of you.  One I would hope you shall find benefit from as well.  Enclosed is a manuscript.  I am sure once you look at it you will recognize it.  I would request you read it.  I do not know if it will be your normal type of literary fare however there is advice I would have you glean from it.  After you have read it there is an address I would have you drop it off at.  It will be the final installment of my side career. 

I thank you in advance should you do this.  I can only hope that my letter finds you well.  I would only ask one final thing.  Please look after the others in my absence.  (A splotch of ink from the quill lingering too long mars the parchment before it continues)  Especially Haumeric.  You have forged a friendship with them, something that is not so easily accomplished.  And with Haumeric you have forged a friendship if not more.  I know full well of his vows and of duty.  Please be there for them as I cannot be.  Knights true and proud they may be, we all need someone at times.  In this they will not likely admit it but they will need someone. 

Respectfully yours,

Ser Vellguine de Bourbagne

(Beneath the letter is a bound stack of parchment.  The last of a series of romance novels written under a pen name that had taken Ishgard’s ladies by storm.  This one tells the story of an ill fated love, forbidden by duty, station and religion and the unique couple who strove to find a way despite the hardships facing them.  The manuscript ends with a happy ending.)

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(GIMME DAILY DOSE OF FEELS!) ‘☩’

Dear Haumeric,

     Pray forgive me the lack of formality as I address this to you.  After all the things that have come to pass however I must ask this one allowance.  Should this missive reach you then I am certain that Halone has accepted me into her halls and there I shall stand watch ever vigilant.  I would hope that this finds you well as I must confess I would wish no ill upon you.  Perhaps despite my inability to show it I had not relayed the sheer joy I took upon spending time conversing with you and discussing literature.  Truly some of my fondest memories are times spent with a chess board between us while the latest literature was being discussed.

Forgive me also this indulgence that to explain why.  For those who have their ear out it should come to no small surprise that before my time serving the Heavens’ Ward I was married.  I had a loving wife and together we had a son who was a charming and intelligent lad.  To say that I saw some of him in you would be no lie.  Perhaps it is mine own foolishness but I like to think that should he have grown the two of you could have had wonderful chess games and discourse.  However as things unfolded that was not to be. 

I would hope however that you can not find fault in an old man for such wishful thoughts.  I can only hope you will understand that I saw in you a brother in arms, a son that was not of mine own flesh and blood and a true friend.  I would hope that your future unfolds before you, you are truly a man with so much to offer.  I am proud to have called you brother and friend throughout the time I have known you.  Live your life to the fullest Haumeric.  It is such a fleeting thing that should not be squandered.  Live your life.  Laugh til it hurts.  Love deeply until such a time that Halone grants you entry to her halls and then I would hear of your life over one more game of chess.

Yours,

Ser Vellguine de Bourbagne

Postscript - There is enclosed a tin of tea leaves.  It was the blend I used to relax each evening.  I would hope it shall serve you as well as it served me.

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1.) Vellguine sees Haumeric as a son before a brother, though it does not necessarily prevent his duty, the elder dragoon would seek to ensure Haumeric’s happiness and life is his own. And in his position, he does hold a great deal more power over it.

That does include shifting around schedules to ensure Haumeric has a moment to himself, and getting him to eat and sleep.

2.) After the events of the Reactor, and being brought back into the world once more, Vellguine does tend to the amnesiac. And, unlike when he would have his memories, the forgotten one would cling fast and welcome such treatments.

3.) The two Ward Knights do spend time together, either in literary discussion, small talk, or (what Haumeric prefers) a small game of chess. It is not a main piece, merely an activity to swat away anyone that would impede their time. 

They just want to take a ten and amongst one another.

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A carefully wrapped package in blue paper adorned by a white and gold bow is left outside his chamber. Inside is a rather large bottle of wine,of a fine vintage, and small tins with an assortment of dried fruits and snacks. Carefully nestled alongside the bottle is a leather bound tome. A note attached to the bottle reads, "Merry Starlight Ser Hermenost"

He nearly tripped over it, not expecting the parcel even though the eldest member still standing never missed a year since he had joined this revered brotherhood. It was a soothing gesture, one that did well to remind him that he wasn’t quite alone despite his orders continuously making him feel as such. Stepping over the care package, he moved on down the hallway to the perpetrator’s door, setting a simple wooden chest down. Wrapping was not quite his forte, nor was the act of giving gifts. But he hopes, regardless, that the dragoon will enjoy the new supply of parchment, ink, and quills considering how rapidly they seem to burn through them.

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Merry Starlight everyone! Or rather Happy Holidays!  I’m slowly working on getting all of the gifts out from Vellguine to his brothers of the ward (the ones I know at least) so bear with me.  I hope you all have a wonderful holiday whatever it is that you celebrate.  I might toss a few extra gifts out from him as well to other people that he knows but I’ve long headcanoned that Vellguine would give holiday gifts to his brothers and take the time to pick things they would truly enjoy.  So please enjoy this small bit of holiday cheer from Elfdad and myself.

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Catching the elezen off guard beneath a mistletoe was easy, running up a set of soft lips met his cheek in a innocent kiss. Before he could properly catch the masked maiden - she was running off into the distance with a soft giggle.

He turned quickly, watching the woman dash off.  An armored hand came up to run through his hair as he tried to make sense of what had just happened.  Other bystanders watched as well before quietly moving on again with their business and Vellguine shook his head slightly.  He glanced up and spotted the green plant which explained at least one thing.  He knew why now, but he yet lacked a who.  Though a part of him still wondered why him.  Certainly the white and blue armor was tell tale enough that any knew who he was and where his loyalties lay.  He gave a slight shrug and looked to where she had run off again.

“Happy Starlight whoever you may be.”

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Haumeric was not one to indulge in this part of the festivity (nearly gagging from having to deal with Charibert's more... Enthusiastic approach on mistletoe) but he did give a small indication to what was above the senior dragoon, and gifted him a rather faint kiss on the cheek. And then procured a small gift. Nothing more but furymint tea, dried and ready to immerse in a cup of hot water, but it was something, "A Merry Starlight."

He was nearly done with the organization of decorations, one thing off his rather lengthy list to accomplish for the day.  He had looked up as Haumeric approached him.  Vellguine had finished the entryway and was now supervising the main hall’s decorations.  The hall where the Archbishop met with guests of any import.  At the gesture up he glanced only to spy yet another sprig of mistletoe.  The dragoon started to wonder where the plants were coming from as he swore he had not arranged for many if any in the decoration plans.  He turned his gaze back to Haumeric as a gift was pressed into his hand and lips gave the barest hint of a touch to his cheek.  The caster pulled back away and offered a holiday greeting and Vellguine found himself smiling.  Not the usual half smiles or quirks of the corner of his lip most got.  This was more genuine and he dipped his head in thanks.

“A Merry Starlight to you as well Ser Haumeric,” he offered sincerely, “I thank you most graciously for this gift.”

Tea was always something Vellguine could appreciate and he would enjoy it later that eve before bed.  It would be a nice drink while he finished wrapping the gifts he had procured for each of his brothers.  He could only hope they would all enjoy them when they found them at their spots at the table for the feast.

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Adelphel is going to sneak up and, like lightning, plant a quick kiss on Ser Vellguine's chin (for he can't reach his forehead from here). A triumphant smirk follows as the youngest Ward member throws up a small victory sign with his fingers. "That's number five! Happy Starlight, old man~!"

He’d been overseeing the decorations for the vault’s entryway from the archway leading to the private chambers.  The preparations for their small holiday gathering of the twelve knights themselves were already done and now the more public areas were to be made more festive.  Vellguine had been so engrossed in his task and the stack of paperwork in his hands for all of the other things that needed handled before lunch he had not paid much heed to the blonde haired paladin making his way over.  Suddenly he felt the man close in and lips were on his chin before Adelphel pulled away a victorious smirk.  One dark eyebrow raised as Vellguine watched him make the sign with his hand and offer the Starlight greeting.

“Number five?” he questioned, wondering just who numbers one through four had been before shaking his head slightly.  Some days the man’s enthusiasm was contagious and strange though it was this small interaction had given Vellguine a moment’s reprieve from frowning at his paperwork. 

“Happy Starlight Ser Adelphel,” he offered, barely the smallest hint of a smile at the corner of his mouth, “While you are off sharing your holiday spirit might I remind you to not forget your duties for the day.”

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A young woman would stare up at him with curious lavender eyes. She would then gesture him to bend down to her level, to which she would leave a small peck on his cheek. She gave him a small smile as she would then point upward at the mistletoe he was standing under. [lavendernest, one more because the elfdad needs more love]

He’d been watching, a regular hobby of his when she had approached.  At her simple gesture he bent over slightly thinking the woman had something she wished to say to him.  He’d seen her on occasion at the Forgotten Knight though most of his visits there were quick and more focused on getting whichever rowdy trouble maker of the Ward home.  When lips placed a friendly peck on his cheek he felt surprise overtake him.  Vellguine drew back to look at her, about to ask the reason behind the quick kiss when she motioned up to the mistletoe.  He shook his head slightly as a smile curved across his lips.  With the pressing matters as second in command of the Heavens’ Ward he had not noticed the holiday creep closer and closer.

“Ah, t’is the season for such things again,” he chuckled before he turned his gaze to her once more.  He smiled at her as he took her hand gently to press a kiss upon the knuckles, “A Merry Starlight to you milady.”

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Christmas Mistletoe.

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