#lovechefant

[halonicheart]

Last Smile

Summary: A brief Lovechefant ficlet of certain events in Heavensward, MSQ A Knight's Calling spoilers.

The world around was already twisting into a blurry sunset orange tango, coupled with the figures around him that were his comrades now becoming faceless silhouettes- blobs of sentient colors with faces that sound far off. It was almost comical when he weakly surveyed his surroundings that the only thing, the only person he could still make out more clearly than all else was her. Haurchefant cannot help but let out a weak, wheezing laugh at his own expense. Through his racing memories fogging his mind, he recalls the time he vouched for her and her company… in his fading moments, he admits to himself he mainly vouched for Lovette above everyone else, though he has his suspicions that his own father was well aware of the fact. At the time, he had called her a Beacon of Hope, a grand title for an even grander hero whose tales he will never get to hear. 

He meant every word of praise, he knew now that he had every right to call her such even when she looked at him as if moments away from shattering to pieces and the weight of the world crushing her heart, still she shone brightly in the abyss. Her tear ridden eyes glimmered like starlight, much like the way they did with joy the night they first met. In the midst of his reminiscing, he realizes her lips are moving- likely frantically babbling, a charming tendency of hers that makes him cough out another wet chuckle before reaching out for her. “Lovette…” 

She goes still, wide eyed for only a single heartbeat before she scoots closer to him, hands grasping onto his own. He wished so terribly to give hers a reassuring squeeze but try as might he could not muster the strength. “You.. you are unharmed? F-forgive me… I could not bear the thought of… of… ” Like the lovelorn fool he is, Haurchefant tries to sit up just to get closer to her only to pathetically wince. He cannot bring himself to laugh much more, the pain may be fading but so too is he, that much was evident when whatever remained of his grip loosened just enough that he could feel his fingers slip through her hands. Haurchefant could only smile when she clamped her hands tighter, for a mercy, the pressure kept his consciousness grounded just long enough to muster what he knew would be his last words to her. 

In truth, he wished to cry. The poignant aching his chest hurt much more than the gaping wound in his abdomen. All the promises he made her will go unfilled, the ventures he wished so dearly to be whisked away with her on were not meant to be. A distant thought reminds him he never even got to present the dress he swore to have made for her… Still, even had he known it would all come to this from the day he met her, he would not have changed a single aspect of his life. There was no greater blessing than to have been able to meet his Love and be loved by her in return. She will live past this moment, that was how this was meant to be, and she will shine ever brighter despite the hardships she will face, this he knows for certain. 

He breathes in deeply, one last time. “Oh, do not look at me so… a smile suits you best…” Haurchefant has lost all feeling in his body, he can only pray that he was actually smiling at her. Lovette hurriedly nods as she swipes fiercely at the fresh fat tears streaming down her cheeks. She sniffles, the ends of her lips curving into a strained smile. “... Please don’t forget mine…” His only selfish request of her. 

 “I won’t…” Lovette hiccupped between the sobs she tried so desperately to hold back. He can only hope she doesn’t feel guilty for crying in front of him. “I’ll never forget your smile… Ser Knight...” A single tear is shed from Haurchefant, one that Lovette quickly wipes away. If only she knew how happy it made him to hear her call him that one last time. A silly, misspoken name that was quite frankly redundant in meaning. He recalls fondly how humiliated she was when he had to break it to her. Silly as it was, he cherished it all the same. To be sent off this way… he could not ask for more. 

He wished to stare at her longer, for eternity if he could, but he was growing ever so tired. Haurchefant could no longer keep his lids from falling. The world has gone dark, his body cold. 

He could not see the light leave her eyes. He could not hear the wails of agony that spilled from her lips nor the chanting of I love you… He could not say I love you back. 

[donmingoentifanny]

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[brooklyndreamwolf]

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[lespassionsdemeline]

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[luiisge]

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[halonicheart]

The Dress

I originally wanted to make a fic of this idea but it hasn’t really worked out well. I still wish to share this idea.

Before Lovette and co finally enter Ishgard, Haurchefant pulls her aside to speak with her. Truth be told, he was procrastinating on desk work that really needed to be done, and it will at some point, just certainly not this moment. It’s with good intention he’s putting off work, he wanted to see how she was doing. It was a mere day or so before her and her brother finally get to set foot in the city state from which their parents were born and raised in. Alas, were it only under better circumstances…

Still, surely she must at least be a little bit happy to see it and he can finally fulfill the promise he made the night they first met. Rather than go on and on about Ishgard, he poses her a question. When the dust has settled, what are her hopes for this place? Would she wish to live there? Oh he most certainly hopes so, even if she still chose to wander and simply have a home to return to in Ishgard Haurchefant would he content with that.

Lovette isn't entirely sure how to answer, she pined just to see it for so long that she never really thought on what would happen if and when she finally did. There's apart of her that worries she's romanticized it, to some extent, what if it wasn't all that her mother said it would be? No use pondering that whilst Haurchefant is staring at her expectantly. She needed to come up with something other than "I'm not sure..." Even if it was the truth.

She proceeds to mumble the first thing that comes to mind, something about a dress. Lovette wished for the earth to swallow her when Haurchefant asks what she means exactly. She back peddles, says it's nothing, just a silly little thought she had and nothing more. Being the kind man that he was, he encourages her that whatever was on her mind wasn't silly and even if it was... there was no shame in that.

Lovette ends up sharing more than she thought she ever would about her child her. When she was a little girl, her mother wore a particular dress she adored. Her mother, Isette, told her it was an Ishgardian gown, made just for her. The gown was a deep emerald green with black accents and filigree embroidery. It was a gift from her beloved husband, Valencia, well before they were married.

Her mother promised that when she was older, she would pass on this dress to her. However, the village she born and raised in was attacked, her mother turned up missing, their home a wreck, and the dress ruined. Lovette wished to recreate that dress or at the very least find something close to it. She went out of her to become a seamstress to attempt to make that dress... though she admits she hasn't been very on top of that skill. Most she can do is basic garments and mending them all the same. Though she jokes perhaps black would suit her more, she would probably look odd in green...

Haurchefant listened intently, not once interrupting. He only spoke when Lovette finished her rambling with another jab at herself. "Ah but, as I said before... just a silly thought... it is just a garment, there are more things to be done and to be seen there than window shopping..."

He would hear no such talk of something that holds that much sentiment. So Haurchefant makes her a promise, in a rather embarrassing manner. He took her hand in his and got down on one knee as if proposing, nearly scared the daylights out her too. 'Cheeky man' she thought to herself. The promise he made was to bestow with the very dress she described, black if she truly desired it but... he feels she would look lovely in dark green. It would take some time, but he will see to it that the gown will be hers to do with as she pleases.

Looking back, Lovette regrets ever thinking he was just saying that to make her feel better. He was always a man of his word... for a time, the dress and that promise was nearly forgotten.

Well after his passing, and not too long after Emmanellain sends Lovette an urgent but vague missive from Camp Dragonhead. The letter mentioned something very important that Lovette must see and encourage she come without a crowd... though Labault was allowed if she insisted not to come alone, being that is her brother. Regardless of these curious demands, she arrives on the garrison doorstep, alone.

Inside, she was greeted only by Honoroit and Emmanellain. No one else seemed to be in this immediate room, whether it was at Emmanellain's behest or by this she'll never know. She didn't think to ask.

Lovette is told to sit sight, wait just a moment then she will understand why she's here. She does as she is told, Honoroit remained behind while his Lord scurried off to make idle chat with her. He tells her of recent events, how the garrison has been, and how Belladonna, Haurchefant's noble steed, had taken to Emmanellain. It was wonderful to hear... she was moments from sharing her own recent endeavors when a certain someone finally returned. There, folded over his arms, was a gown... he lays it out on the table where Lovette sat.

"It... was found in his chambers you see, old girl..." Without another word, he passes her a crumbled up piece of parchment.

She takes it in a trance, smoothing it down to read the oh so familiar handwriting that made her heart swell and ache all the same. It must have been a draft, some words were scratched out, there were a few ink blotches and water stain at the top corner. Never got to finalize it... or perhaps he felt there was no need to...

The only legible portion read as follows-

Dearest Lovette,

I swore to you that I bestow you with the dress of your dreams, akin to the one your mother wore. Truth be told, I had originally opted for the same shade of green as you described but... I was convinced otherwise by someone close to you. You do look rather fetching in black, I will admit, though I am more than certain any shade would suit you well. Regardless, your preference won over all.

I remember the look you gave me when I made that promise. Surely you must have thought me a touch foolish to do so in such a manner. Forgive me, I never do feel quite like myself around you, in only the best of ways I assure you. It only felt right at the time... so, is it to your liking? Is it just how you wanted? I do hope so.

Oh how I eagerly await the smile on your face when you see the dress! The smile you will have reading this... I can see it now. Surely it would be the same smile you gave me the night we met. You are smiling aren't you?

If I may make one selfish request, I would like to walk to the streets of Ishgard with you as you wear this garment. Until then...

It was scratched out but Lovette could vaguely make out he had originally wrote With all my Love and swapped it out with Sincerely, your Ser Knight Haurchefant

Lovette was a crying mess by the time she finished reading. How foolish of her to think he would not make due on his word. Even from beyond the grave, he kept his promise. "Thank you..." She wept. "Thank you so much Emmanellain..." She stands to pull him into a bone crushing hug, one he returns in kind. He admits that when he found it, he was nearly discouraged from giving it to her so soon. He almost listened too, thought maybe it was best to wait, until he found the letter as well... He knew that Lovette needed to see this as soon as possible in that moment.

Of course, she wore the dress. Why wouldn't she? She made sure to visit her dearest knight's memorial first and foremost. He may not have been able to give to her himself, he will never get to walk with her through streets as she wore this garment... but that was okay.

Even after all the turmoil, she is still here. She is still a good person. And she was smiling.

[donmingoentifanny]

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[halonicheart]

I adore Royal aus as much as the next person… I just can’t picture one for any of my OCs thus far. That could change though. Royalty aus are so fun.

I guess it mainly applies to Lovette cause I couldn’t picture her as a princess at all. Just can’t make it work in my head. So any wolchefant knight-royalty aus I live vicariously through others.

I did think of one AU though, where Royal Knight Haurchefant falls in love with a mournful spirit, a banshee. Banshee’s in modern day are misconstrued to be evil harbingers of death when originally they were far from. Where the kingdom feared this wailing women, Haurchefant found her cries hauntingly beautiful. He was warned never to find her. For countless nights he would listen for her cries with a heavy heart, aching so viscerally to cry out back to her, to comfort her…

How does one comfort a spirit? He wasn’t sure but he would damn well try even if it made him a fool. When he finally had enough of this spirit crying alone, Haurchefant ventured out into the woods in the dead of night. There, he finds a ghostly pale woman with dark flowing hair, her white dress soaked and tears streaming down her face. ‘How cruel…’ He thinks. ‘To be cursed to mourn alone..’

The woman does not speak, she can only stare in shock as this man willingly approaches her with not an ounce of fear. The spirit is even more shocked to find this strange man reaching to swipe her seemingly never ending tears. Often did her wails scare away others, it mattered not to her before, but he was different. He sought her out despite her shrieks of pain. He looked at her with nothing but kindness. For the first in a longest time, or even the first ever at all, she smiles as she grabs the hand still caressing her wet cheek.

Haurchefant is left breathless. He grew up on tales of her kind, not a single one came close. They told him they were vengeful specters, the kind that would snatch you into the grave upon eye contact, a being whose very scream could still your heart. She was none of that nonsense, quite the opposite. Just beneath her deceivingly cold surface was something warm. “Oh my… what a beautiful smile you have, my lady!”

Never before did he think a banshee could blush, her cheeks painted the palest of pinks. Haurchefant was enamored by the sight. The Knight needed, yearned to know her name. To whom should he call out for when she cries alone… and so he asks. “What do I call you…? What is your name, dear lady…” He worried she was incapable of speech due to what she was. Haurchefant was pleasantly surprised to find that she could.

In a hushed voice she answers simply “Lovette.” -and shares nothing more.

“Lovette! A most splendid name… tell me Lovette… what ails you? Why do you wail and mourn? Whom do you mourn?”

That she cannot answer. Forces beyond even her comprehension prevents her from spilling the truth. That is why she can only scream in hopes of someone understand. Even if she wanted, she would not tell this kind knight who made her feel more than just some wretched thing, that reason she mourns was for his very own coming death.

It was cruel of fate to bring him to her, even crueler she can not stop what is to come, most cruel of all… the heart Lovette thought she lost began to beat again for a man time will snatch away.

[halonicheart]

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