#nobilismiles

[thescions]

"Are you always this unpleasant?" / for Tataru from Carvallain @nobilismiles

General Sentences Meme || No Longer Accepting

"I don't know what you're talking about, Captain," Tataru smiled too sweetly, hands folded before her as she shifted her shoulders up in a shrug. "I am merely a dutiful secretary willing to leverage whatever means necessary to ensure the Scions are able to accomplish their mission for the good of the realm!"

And there were far more important matters hanging in the balance than one's squabbles with their family.

[drachenblood]

@nobilismiles: continued from here.

𝐖𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐲 𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐦 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐬 𝐚𝐬 𝐛𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐜𝐢𝐨𝐧’𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐢𝐧 𝐚𝐬 𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐥, ‘tis a task with no great pressing matter and thus no need to hurry. One thing has he learned and the very reason why he’s been so reticent in joining ranks with the Scions is that he likes travel. He enjoys the journey from one place to the next, to see the sights of what lay beyond the borders of Coerthas. That such sprawling green fields and towering forests might be found elsewhere upon this star. ‘Tis comforting in a way that not all that was once green had been robbed with the snows that’d come with the calamity.

More surprising are the pieces of home he discovers halfway across the star, the trinkets that merchants try to hawk from their stalls, claiming their import to this or that legendary figure of Ishgard. The wonders he might find this time, even having seen and walked the breadth and width of the Azim Steppe is an itch that’s crawled ‘neath his skin, one that has grown only worse through the passage of time. That Tataru would approach him with the offer, most like to have him out of her hair, effects not what enjoyment he might have from the venture.

“The markets of Reunion – a trading hub of the disparate tribes of that dwell ‘pon the plains of the Azim Steppe.” The answers come readily for however much he detests crowds and noise, he’d enjoyed him time there well enough to overlook the discomfort. “Elsewise, all of Kugane. The hot springs if you’ve an ache to your bones.” A list of all the places he means to visit starts to formulate within his head. “Mayhap when we reach our destination I’ll drag you along to my favorite haunts.”

[ritterblood]

Carvallain pressed many kisses to his face 💙 - nobilismiles

Haurchefant cannot keep from laughing, his smile bright and his eyes brighter at the veritable barrage of affection he receives from the other. His hands lift to rest on the Captain's shoulders, fingers gently drawing through vibrant strands of hair. " I take it you have missed me, then? " His expression gentles, something achingly tender to the curl of his lips ere he leans in to align their mouths for a soft kiss. " As have I. " / @nobilismiles

[milesducemdominus]

@milesducemdominus || Ser Aymeric, of Ishgard. || Canon ||

|| FEARLESS is getting back up and fighting for what you want over and over again....even though every time you've tried before you've lost. ||

@speciosuspoematis || Cyvel Lamouoreaux, Ishgard's Melancholic Poet. || OC ||

|| To love your own sadness as if it were something more precious than gold is what it means to be a melancholic person; it's the enlightenment you experience when it comes to being lost. ||

@ferrumumbra || Auriaullen Taivier, Brume Rat & Contract Killer || OC ||

|| It is forbidden to kill; therefore all murderers are punished unless they kill in large numbers and to the sound of trumpets. ||

@nobilismiles || Captain Carvallain, of the Kraken's Arms || Canon ||

|| “Keep on beginning and failing. Each time you fail, start all over again, and you will grow stronger until you have accomplished a purpose — not the one you began with perhaps, but one you’ll be glad to remember.” ||

@sanctummiles || Select Members of the Heavens' Ward, Prince Haldrath & Knights || Canon & OC ||

|| With HER, you are stronger than your struggles and more fierce than your fears. THE FURY provides comfort and strength to those who trust in HER. Be encouraged, keep standing, ignore those doubts and find your faith. ||

@congregenturanimarum || Mixed Blog of OC's (Knights, Morticians, Poison Masters~) and Canon (Sky Pirate Captains and Sharlayan Scholars~ )

|| What lies BEHIND us and what lies BEFORE us are tiny matters compared to what lies within us. ||

@antiquorumanimarum || Ancient OC's

|| The wise man must remember that while he is a DESCENDANT of the past, he is a PARENT of the future. ||

[rothalion]

@nobilismiles​ | Starter

  ‘Twas the nature of the sea, ever unpredictable - even sometimes for those who near lived upon its waters. One moment did the sun shine, waters lapping calmly against hulls and shores, waves steady and gentle. Loving. The next did clouds brush in, deepening the sky and shrouding all in heavy darkness. The first rumble of thunder was one hint to the coming torrent, rain falling almost abruptly in buckets as waters begin to rage.

  Though sailors and pirates alike may yet struggle in the vicious storm that broke, Rothalion was almost amused by it. Sometimes, the calm of the ocean was boring - specially for one who oft remained solitary within the seas. His head inclined as the waters grew angrier, a glint of amusement in black and green depths. With a smooth motion did he swim upward, nearly to the surface yet not breaking through. With a smile did he instead follow sharp waves, his motion jagged as he swam within each sharp incline and back down deeper with a laugh. The unpredictable nature of the ocean was the only thing he had to enjoy at times, breaking up normal days of monotony.

  So oblivious to the plight of others was the merman - until his joyful play was halted at a splash. Rothalion paused, twisting around and perking ears. A body had crashed through the surface of the water nearby. From the ship? The raging waves and howling winds had already torn the ship further away at a speed unbecoming of most boats Rothalion knew. Even in the dark, Rothalion could see the blue-clad man clear as day. Even if he could swim, with how fast the ship was torn likely off its course he would need help, and while Rothalion knew he shouldn’t trust land dwellers he couldn’t simply allow the man to drown.

  Rothalion dove back down, smoothly swimming against waves with little effort and gently reaching out webbed hands to touch upon soaked fabric.

  Hmm, he’d have to keep him above the surface of the water - obviously a land dweller couldn’t breath under the waters. Looping arms around the man, he pulled him effortlessly up towards the surface. He would hold him up while moving with the waves, ears swiveling and eyes peering across waters. As one so accustomed to these seas, Ro knew exactly where the nearest piece of land was - though it certainly wasn’t all that close to civilization as the man would probably like. Regardless, it was better than drowning.

  He twisted around and instead moved against waves. Obviously carrying another body, weighted by clothing no less, slowed the merman down significantly but he simply made up for it by remaining consistent in his pace and swimming. The further he goes, the easier the waters becoming - until the clouds have parted with few lingering behind. By the time he dragged the man up onto a rock only slightly off from the shore, exhausted himself, the sun had dipped down near to the horizon. At least he could put him down.

  Rothalion dragged himself up next to the man, lightly tapping his cheek with delicate fingers and frowning. He moved closer, leaning forward to press an ear to the man’s chest. His heart still beat, that was good at least. He hummed thoughtfully, sitting up and poking his cheek again.

  “Wake up, ‘tis no time for slumber.” Despite the obvious time.

[kolak-magiya-a]

@nobilismiles​ (cont.)

When he heard that Carvallain was back in Limsa Lominsa, Ryce couldn’t resist the opportunity to visit his favorite captain. The crew knew him by now, and so none really protested when he stated he just wanted to visit and catch up.

Though as he entered, Ryce gave pause for but a moment. Carvallain seemed so caught up in his work, so busy, always busy. Such was the life of a captain, Ryce supposed. He knew the feeling.

Little thought was given as Ryce entered the room, footsteps even and relaxed as he approached, leaned down and..

It was short-lived, but Ryce was glad it wasn’t met with hostility. He matched the coy smile, and leaned down to place a hand on the desk, and place his other hand near his chin.

“I heard you were back in town, and I found myself free of work. Couldn’t very well resist the opportunity to come visit my favorite Captain. That was, ah.. meant to be a friendly kiss on the cheek, but well, ye moved. Not that I regret it.”

[feuglace]

I can't write replies yet and we're stuck sitting at a raised bridge so its time to list some headcanons for Stephanivien!

Stephan is afraid of chocobos, its a genuine phobia and because of this he often avoids the stables. This stems from an event in his childhood where, upon attempting to learn how to ride, he was granted the wrong chocobo. The one he was given to ride was far less patient than those meant for teaching, and as a result making a small mistake resulted in him being thrown to the ground and breaking his arm and a few ribs. Nowadays, he's sooner to send someone else if the stables request something of the Skysteel Manufactory.

Stephan doesn't like bugs, back before the Calamity it was more often a sibling (or Joye) who either moved or killed bugs he'd find. If he saw one he'd squeak, and that's exactly how one would know he had stumbled upon some form of insect.

He can't swim! Even with Coerthas once being green and full of life, Stephan was often too preoccupied to want to learn.

Though he has his fears, dragons are not one of them and neither are people. He has canonically been seen wielding a basic wrench against a dragon - this is likely not uncommon due to his care for his colleagues and slight forgetfulness in regards to actually arming himself.

That said, he does know his craft but much prefers building. This is where Rostnsthal came in, allowing Stephan to focus on improving his tech for those recruited as machinists while equally training newcomers. Nowadays, Stephan reserves training for how to use his tech, but occasionally does personal lessons for those he deems friends.

Few know this, but Stephanivien's right hand is actually a mechanical prosthetic. He lost his hand in an accident while working on his first draft of his aether device, a mishap causing a small explosion that damaged the appendage beyond use. He had a very basic prosthetic for a time, but eventually managed to put together a working mechanical prosthetic. Over the years he's improved upon it in secret, and is rarely seen without gloves in an effort to hide it. It works wonders, but he is still self-conscious about it.

Stephanivien has an obvious rocky relationship with his father but it goes beyond his hopes and dreams clashing with the old ideals of Ishgard. Stephan is also gay, and unfortunately his father both knows and dislikes this fact. Being the oldest, Stephanivien is set to replace his father when he steps down, but in refusing to relent his happiness for the sake of his House he puts the future of House Haillenarte in jeopardy. Stephan has attempted to persuade his father to simply choose another, but it simply 'isn't how Ishgard works' according to his father. For this reason, their relationship is unlikely to be repaired even as Stephan proves himself worthy to own the deed to the Skysteel Manufactory.

Stephanivien still has no wish to lead House Haillenarte and has considered, in the instance someone attempts to force it on him, simply leaving the city as a whole.

My Stephanivien was once friends with Carvallain (@nobilismiles) before his supposed death. He's always been fairly lonely, especially since his friend's disappearance and this is one reason for his sheer excitement to have others talk to him.

[ritterblood]

@nobilismiles​  asked:  In a twist of fate, Carvallain has found he has had far too much to drink that evening when discussing a business deal and it is not until he stands to make his way back towards the misery that it hits and he finds himself scarce able to put one foot in front of the other, swaying all over the place.

Be it fate or fortune, that very same eve sees Haurchefant at last return to Limsa in search of the Captain, kindly having be redirected to the Sage from one of the members of the crew. Doin’ business, they’d said. Should be back soon ‘nough.  

Not quite soon enough for his taste, which is exactly why his feet had took him to Carvallain’s location just in time to see his friend turned lover stand and quickly realize two things: a ) the Captain is quite obviously completely soused and b ) the group of men he’d been conversing with do not seem the sort to hesitate taking advantage if it would work in their favor.

Haurchefant has not yet forgotten his own first night at the Wench, least of all since he has never chanced to find the authentic dragon scale boots they had taken from him. 

“ Do not mind me, gentlemen, “ He smoothly interjects, curling a steadying arm over Carvallain’s shoulders to keep him from tripping over his own feet, nose already wrinkling at the scent of heavy spirits permeating his lover, the moment he sees one of the others get up. He levers them a warning look, underlined by an aggressively polite smile promising naught good if they tried to force his hand on the matter.  “ I will take it from here. “

Only when he has steered them some distance away, almost ready to stumble into the evening air of the city, does Haurchefant allow himself a snort of amusement. “ Quite a role reversal, wouldn’t you agree, my friend? Steady now. I’d loathe to drop you. “

[ritterblood]

new post for my current active ship tags just in case i ever need to find them - 

i’ve seen your scars / i’ve kissed your crimes ( drachenblood )

i’ll be your own little star / let me shine you up ( referentblood )

love is that you are the knife / which i plunge into myself ( ferrumumbra )

individually we are one drop / together we are as wild and passionate as the ocean ( nobilismiles )

he will be yours faithful and true / to the last beat of his heart ( charmingbrute )

look at the stars / look at how they shine for you ( minarcana / urianger )

i wonder if the snow loves me / that it kisses me so gently ( arathina / ysayle )

if love was time / i would give you eternity ( arathina / raha )

i saw spring in your eyes / and flowers bloomed in mine ( forgesahead )

[ritterblood]

sure love it when tumblr randomly decides to forget all your tags. 

i’ll be your own little star / let me shine you up ( referentblood )

i’ve seen your scars / i’ve kissed your crimes ( drachenblood )

i wonder if the snow loves me / that it kisses me so gently ( arathina / ysayle )

if love was time / i would give you eternity ( arathina / raha )

love is that you are the knife / which i plunge into myself ( ferrumumbra )

individually we are one drop / together we are as wild and passionate as the ocean ( nobilismiles )

love is like a friendship / caught on fire ( feuglace / stephanivien )

[ritterblood]

also here is what i owe in terms of drafts, after having archived some. i’m hoping tomorrow i can get through a fair few of them.

ritterblood: @minarcana, @ferrumumbra, @nobilismiles, @mamoriitai and @drachenblood (x2)

petrokhelidon: @aetherstories, @elegiies, @drachenblood, @speciosuspoematis, @tsckcyomi, @soulsalight

[milesducemdominus]

ANONYMOUS ASKED: Whats your blog list?

@milesducemdominus - Aymeric de Borel, Canon

@speciosuspoematis - Cyvel Lamoureaux, OC

@ferrumumbra - Auriaullen Taiivier, OC (Violence, blood and murder TW-)

@nobilismiles - Captain Carvallain, Canon

@sanctummiles - a Selection of the Heavens' Ward & Halone, Canon & OC

@congregenturanimarum - OC & Canon based Multi.

These are all sideblogs from Aymeric's account, so I will always follow back from there :)

[milesducemdominus]

ANONYMOUS ASKED : LYRI WAT ARE YOUR OTHER BLOGS I DIDN'T KNOW YOU HAD MORE

Oh, fren. I have too many. Cyvel is at @speciosuspoematis: he's my soft, easily manipulated, easily persuaded and lead on by tenderness ishgardian poet.

I have Captain Carvallain over at @nobilismiles.

There's Auri, my murderous, near emotionless little homeless wretch at @ferrumumbra.

I havse a selection of ward knights and Halone (Haldrath, Guerrique, Noudenet, Janelnoux, Aloux) over at @sanctummiles.

And I have some quieter muses at @congregenturanimarum -! (Ivaux, Ilya, Eltanin, Florian and Beatin.)

All of which are aideblogs from this account. :) ❤️

[ritterblood]

“ i was told to find you here, “  haurchefant smiles broadly,  blue hues glittering with mirth as he leans against the entrance of carvallain’s private quarters at the back of the seventh sage,  his arms loosely crossed over his chest.  full glad is he to have caught the captain and his crew present in limsa for the same few days he is there,  pleased that their schedules align yet again.  ‘tis been entirely too long for them to have spoken through aught other than missives and haurchefant cannot wait to see the surprise on carvallain’s features at the unexpected visit.  

quite funny, he thinks, how he had gone for nigh on two decades without missing the other over much,  but cannot go a day without thinking of him now,  flutters in his stomach and all.  he’d almost believed he was somehow regressing back to his youth.  “ i come bearing a gift,  to celebrate today’s occasion.  may i enter? “  / @nobilismiles​

[kolak-magiya-a]

“Jus’ like old times, aye Captain?”

-

@nobilismiles

Started really getting into Storm Blood with Ryce and couldn’t resist getting a cap of Ryce with his favorite pirate spice trader~

[ritterblood]

@nobilismiles​  asked: ❝  i just need to know.  do you love me?  or have i just been making this all up in my head?  ❞ /  UNREQUITED,  FALSE ASSUMPTIONS  &  PINING  PROMPTS

there’s a certain distraction to the menial labor that goes into a ship’s upkeep that serves haurchefant well whenever he wishes to stop worrying or ruminating  ━ or in this case wondering whether he’d done or said aught to have brought about the captain’s disquieted mood;  the way carvallain has barely been engaging at all in his attempts of starting conversation,  the way he’d sometimes looked at haurchefant when he’d thought haurchefant wouldn’t notice,  ponderous and a little hesitant.  

has he somehow come to regret letting haurchefant into his crew ━ into his life?  is he having second thoughts on the nature of their relationship?  growing bored? growing tired? 

the fellow crew  ━ or at least those he’d brought it up with earlier  ━ reassured him ‘tis naught but his imagination;  that carvallain, at times, simply has quieter days where he prefers keeping to himself.  even so,  haurchefant could not help his mind twist and turn ‘round the issue  ━ and thus when the opportunity for distraction presented itself,  he was all too eager to take it. 

he almost does not hear carvallain’s approach,  a few bells later,  only looking up and around when he senses his shadow fall across his back.  his breath catches when blue meets those striking white hues,  his fingers itching to reach out yet tightening around the cloth in his hands.  his lips part to greet him,  to say aught at all in the hopes of breaking whatever peculiarity hangs ‘twixt them in the air,  but then  ━

breath leaves him in a rush,  his eyes widening in stunned surprise.  “ carvallain, i  ━ what? “  there’s an edge of utter disbelief to his tone,  his feet automatically crossing the distance,  cloth dropped to the ground so he can take carvallain’s face between his palms,  searching his face.  what irony that he should have worried all this time whether or not carvallain still wanted him,  when his lover had merely been toiling in his own doubts.   

all at once his earlier worries seemed so foolish. 

“ of course i love you. “  the conviction then firming his voice is absolute, his thumbs gently stroking either side of his cheekbones.  “ you are the sole reason i left ishgard to travel the open waters,  unable to bear being parted from you for even a sun’s turn more. “  haurchefant leans in as he speaks,  letting the tip of their noses brush, gently and tenderly,  “ you’ve no idea how much joy it brings me to have yours be the first face i see each morning,  and the last i see each eve  ━ and to know it’ll be so for as long as you’ll have me. “

he pulls away then, brushing their lips together in a soft kiss,  mouth quirking at the corners in rue.  “ foolish man.  is this why you’ve been so withdrawn? i was starting to fear you were considering the most diplomatic way to break up with me  ━ “