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To Carry the Light

It had been just over a month since Elior felt the biting Coerthan winds against his face, his heavy armor doing surprisingly little to keep the cold out. He marched into Camp Dragonhead, receiving wary looks from the Ishgardian knights scattered about, just as he had the first day he went there. Yet, he paid them no mind. The warm welcome given to him by Lord Haurchefant had been more than enough to make him feel like he could come and go as he pleased.

A lot had happened in such a short time; a lot had changed. Looking around the camp, he felt like he had entered a pocket of time that had stood still amidst the chaos. While he grappled with the Garlean threat outside, Ishgard continued at its own mysterious pace. It gave Elior a strange sense of unsettling relief. They hid from Eorzea’s problems, but at what cost to themselves?

Perhaps this was a subject to open to the lord when he would meet with him. The title Warrior of Light kept circling in his mind. It was now his responsibility to defend Eorzea, to call upon those who were capable of assistance—the Ishgardians included. The title was a heavy crown, one that felt, at times, utterly misplaced.

Elior approached the Fortemps knight who stood watch in front of Haurchefant’s office, giving the man a short bow. “I would like to speak with Lord Haurchefant, if he is available,” he said. The knight evidently recognized him and nodded, pushing the door open for him to enter.

“My Lord, the Warrior of Light is here to speak with you.”

He opened his mouth to insist that just Elior was enough, but the intrigued gazes of the other knights in the office silenced him. He smiled upon meeting Haurchefant’s gaze, and gave the lord a respectful bow. “I have come to deliver news of our recent battle, if you’ve the time for me.”

fortempsknight

“My Lord, the Warrior of Light is here to speak with you.”

Unexpected words, and extremely welcome ones, at that. Surprised, Haurchefant looked up from the paperwork he had no desire to do. Sure enough, there was Elior, all snow dusted shoulders and hair, cheeks rosy from the sting of the Coerthan cold. His smile was infectious. Haurchefant smiled back, eyes bright.

“Ah, what an unexpected gift! A visit from none other than my dear friend, Elior.” And it seemed it was a social call, no less. How grand. Word of Elior’s renowned accomplishments had been spreading like snow in a blizzard, covering everyone’s tongues with whispers of his tales, including his recent victory over the Empire. Warrior of Light. A well-earned title, of that the lord was certain.

Haurchefant quickly shoved the stack of paperwork into a desk drawer, happily stashing it where he would forget about it entirely, if Halone had any mercy. He stood from his chair, returning the hyuran’s bow, and beamed brightly. “I’ve always the time for your splendid company, my friend.” In fact, it was more surprising that Elior had time to pay him a visit. Haurchefant was extremely pleased to even be remembered by the man. Perhaps he too felt that they had bonded during his brief and rather troubled excursion to Coerthas just a month previous.

“Let us go where we can speak at our leisure,” Haurchefant offered, rounding his desk and motioning for Elior to follow him. He led the way to the Intercessory with its many chairs, privacy, and a complete lack of nagging paperwork. Thank Halone for the interruption. He had been trying to plot a way to abandon the pages even before Elior arrived. Who knew such a glorious distraction would be just the thing to free him.

After throwing some fresh kindling into the fire and urging the sparks to flare into more brilliant life, Haurchefant turned back towards his guest and motioned for him to take a seat. Once they were sitting across from each other, Haurchefant met Elior’s gaze with the utmost attentiveness. “Now, pray regale me with your triumphant news. It would be my greatest pleasure to hear every detail!”

#echoflight #tocarrythelight

when bae comes to visit

#echoflight #please warm his cold life #erm #office #with your presence #cuddles are acceptable as well

gainsboroug-moved-deactivated20

Final Fantasy XIV: cutie patootie Trailer Protagonist.

#♞my dearest hero

Haurchefant: Frequently and fervently expresses his "approval" of the WoL's extremely attractive body, whether they're male or female, lalafell or roegadyn, and got borderline horny from watching them spar with his knights.

Haurchefant: Invites the WoL to dinner, a date, and his private chambers on multiple occasions in multiple localizations.

Haurchefant: Exuberantly proclaims his desire to have the WoL literally be his personal steed, promising to feed them the finest carrots and scrub their feet and probably a whole lot more.

Haurchefant: Tries to send you a sexy bathing suit as a present.

Haurchefant: Tries to run after the WoL when he finds out they're putting themselves at risk to chase after the heretics and fight Shiva, and it literally takes six fully-trained knights to hold him down; when the WoL comes back victorious he scolds them for not inviting him and making him worry so much.

Haurchefant: Unconditionally supports the WoL in everything that they do, taking them in and giving them a home when they became wanted fugitives, trying to cheer them up with hot chocolate and words of encouragement.

Haurchefant: Happily gives the WoL a fully-trained flying chocobo with no prompting at all (And in the JP client's description of the Black Chocobo in the Mount Guide, the kanji for romantic love '愛' is used to describe his feelings for the WoL).

Haurchefant: Got teary-eyed in front of his subordinates because he was so worried about the WoL while they were in Dravania.

Haurchefant: Fights like the devil to protect the WoL from anything that threatens them, be it a wyvern, a horde of angry Vundu, or a sadistic and homicidal member of the Heavens' Ward.

Haurchefant: Often tells the WoL how much their strength inspires him and calls them his "hero," but deeply cares about them as a person first and foremost.

Haurchefant: Puts himself between the WoL and a spear of death aimed at them, and even as he's dying, they're his only concern, wanting their smile to be the last thing he'll ever see.

Dev Team: Yep his feelings for the WoL were nothing more than platonic, HE ONLY SAW THEM AS A FRIEND MMMHMMM.

nyanpress

When I look at the piece, I’ll always remember being very particular with the artist (Akihiko Yoshida) about the positioning not only to illustrate each character’s status and relationship with the player, but also to hint at what lies for them in the future. I wonder how those who have completed the main scenario will interpret the picture’s layout… (Yoshi-P)

#♞my dearest hero #of the silver fuller

ryuuzephyrus

Frostbitten Messenger

ryuuzephyrus

Why the hell is it after me?! Ryuu darted through the cluster of knights as quick as he could, barely making it to them before the dragon prepared to toss a fireball straight at him. Suddenly, he was knocked to the ground, engulfed in snow. He sat up and opened his mouth to yell at whoever—or whatever—it was that pushed him, but soon realized Haurchefant stood before him, shielding them against the billowing flames.

Ryuu sat stunned for a moment while the rest of the knights rushed at the dragon, its screeches rattling off the stone walls nearby. Haurchefant yelled something that Ryuu almost didn’t comprehend at first; or, perhaps, he didn’t want to comprehend it.

Draw it away? He stood, narrowing his gaze at the lord. “You want me to be dragon bait? Yeah right—,” his scoff interrupted, he gazed up at the dragoon looming over him, its eyes fixed on him like he had a target above his head. Why me?!

With an exasperated groan, Ryuu charged through the snow after the lord. He heard—and felt—the dragon’s stomps following at his heels. It had been quite some time since he felt anxiety rise through his chest like he had in that moment. If he were too slow or made the wrong move, he could actually, possibly die. It was thrilling.

His previous look of agitation shifted to a grin. “Gareth’s gonna love hearing this one.”

The texture of the snow changed the closer they were the mountains. Ryuu wasn’t prepared for it. He expected to stomp down into a high pile of snow, but instead it was hard and flat—and slippery. As he rushed onto the icy part of the ground, he lost his footing and tripped, falling flat on his back. The dragon followed him onto the ice, and as it planted its legs firmly in front of him, the ice cracked audibly beneath them. He quickly realized they were on top of a small lake that had been frozen over.

Ryuu slid back away from the dragon as it lowered its head down to him, baring its teeth like it was about to grab him in its giant maws. As he managed to scramble to his feet, he heard the ice cracking further beneath him. He reached out and pushed against what he assumed was Haurchefant’s shoulder, rushing to get off of the ice.

“Move it!” he yelled.

The section of ice the dragon was standing on fell through with a loud crash. The dragon roared in fury as its back legs fell in first, and for a moment Ryuu thought hopefully that it might be taken under. Instead, it opened wide its massive wings and ascended safely away from the lake. It soared over them, blasting a stream of fire across the snow in a line heading straight for them.

He ran again, feeling the heat of the fire so close against his back he was almost certain he’d be singed. But he kept running; where he was going, he had no idea. The blizzard obstructed his vision, engulfed him in heavy snow that tugged at his clothing as he ran. He didn’t stop; he kept going toward a mountain peak in the distance that he randomly decided was his destination. Certainly the dragon wouldn’t follow him the whole way.

fortempsknight

The dragon was truly persistent. Its fascination with the miqo’te: baffling. Falling snow thickened, blustered, stinging as it whirled with increasing freneticism. As the landscape shifted from the deep, difficult-to-stumble-through snow to the hard, slick ice of the lake, Haurchefant braced himself. Anticipating the change, he bounded forward, managing to keep his balance on the slippery surface. A loud crack. Haurchefant shot his gaze over his shoulder. Ryuu had fallen, and the dragon was quickly gaining on him.

Immediately, the elezen changed the course of his steps, turning back towards the miqo’te. He slid along the surface of the ice, keeping his feet firmly planted as he did so. His eyes widened as Ryuu scrambled back to his feet and began rushing straight towards him, pushing him back as fissures began to race along the surface of the frozen lake in dangerous webs.

Soon they were back into the storming heart of the snow, fighting through grasping ground. The dragon roared, a jettison of flame turning the air to steam as it blasted straight towards them. Its heat was nearly unbearable as it scathed the back of Haurchefant’s neck. His fingers – gripping his sword – tightened involuntarily. It seemed the dravanian simply had no wish to let them go. The thought that he should turn and fight came upon him. However, Ryuu’s running prompted him to keep pace, abandoning the urge as he sprinted after his comrade.

The beating of wings grew fainter the deeper they lost themselves in the maze of white. A roar, somewhere above, the snapping wind making it impossible to tell where it originated from. Haurchefant slowed, turning his gaze skyward. “Damn!” he hissed. The dragon was nothing but a spot of darkness, disappearing behind scatterbursts of white. There was no way to tell where it was, or if it was circling back around. They couldn’t keep running blindly like this, dragon or no. It was too dangerous – one could all to easily lose himself in the landscape, or become trapped, or otherwise buried in a mound of snow only to suffocate before his friends could find him. Their attention had to shift from the dragon to surviving the storm.

He jogged forward, grabbed Ryuu by the shoulder. “Enough running, friend,” he shouted above the wind. “We must find shelter.” He looked around quickly, squinting. Even for one used to the Coerthan land, it was nearly impossible to tell where they were. The only aid was the jagged outline of mountains in the near-distance, rendered a milky grey by the blizzard’s force.

Haurchefant fell back on memory. Half-dragging Ryuu, he picked the direction he felt was best. They stumbled through the snow, the cold seeming to grow sharper with each passing moment. At last, the shelter the lord sought came into view. “Splendid!” he announced, hurrying towards the cave entrance. A large drift of snow was partially obstructing the mouth of the cavern, making it hard to discern for any who did not know of its existence. Using his shield, he ploughed the drift down in size, snow tumbling into the entrance in a shallow sprawl.

He pressed on deeper into the chill space. The gloomy little cavern was far from ideal, but it was far better than freezing to death in a blizzard.

#ryuuzephyrus #;;frostbittenmessenger

okay then, would you turn against Ishgard if the Archbishop prevailed and went on a witch hunt for wol?

“I certainly would not turn on Ishgard, itself. If it was necessary to attack the Archbishop, then I would not hesitate to do so. Clearly many truths have been hidden from the public eye, and I would work alongside the warrior of light to bring them to the fore!”

hypothetically speaking, if for some reason killing him would save Ishgard, would you do it?

“Whether you intend it as a hypothetical question or not, it is absolutely absurd and I will not even consider answering it.”

would you kill wol to save Ishgard?

“How on the planet would killing the warrior of light save Ishgard? He is Ishgard’s greatest hope!”

but consider how the wol will feel if you did that. what of the sadness and guilt he will have to bear for the rest of his life because of losing you?

“The thought that any of my actions could cause him pain saddens me deeply. However, he is far too important to risk being lost from this world. I could not sit idly by and allow him to come to harm of any sort. Doubtless his loyal friends would provide him with the succor he would need to keep fighting.”

what would you do if he took a hit for you, and died in your arms?

“Now that is a reality I simply could not fathom. I would readily lay down my life before letting him put himself in harm’s way for my sake.”

but wouldn't it make you sad if you can't be with the person you love most? :(

“Of course it would, but that would not change the reality of my feelings. Even if it would wound me terribly, I would continue to do whatever I can for him.”

what if he turned u down?

“Then I would simply remain the friend he needs me to be. I am content to support him in whatever capacity he wishes! Even if my feelings are not requited, I will stand by his side and congratulate him on all of his endeavours.”

in that case, would you hook up with him if he wanted it? or would you have to be in a committed relationship with him 4 life?

“Considering the depth of my feelings, commitment would be my desire. I have sworn to always be at his side, whensoever he may need me.”

what if those needs were..."sexual favors"?

“Well, I cannot say I would be opposed to the idea if he wished to make our relationship one deeper than friendship.”

soooo basically you're willing to be a glorified slave for the wol if it made him happy

“I would not see it as such, no. While I would gladly do anything to ensure his happiness, I know I can rely on him for anything, just as he can rely on me for any and all of his needs.”

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