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"It's - mmm. It's your turn, this time." Enjoy the lovely sound of your lady snoring in your ear, because that's what Fleurelle's doing.
The equally-sleepy Haurchefant sighed and rubbed his eyes, moving to kiss his wifeâs ear before getting up to deal with their crying son. Poor Haurchemont...his teeth coming in had been giving him quite a bit of trouble.
//ilu all, and Iâm sorry I havenât done much here....at all. ; u;
Welcome to Camp Dragonhead, adventurer! [IC sideblog for Herve de Bonheur, knight in service to...
//For those wondering who Herve is, this is him! Heâs a sideblog to Haurche, and a knight stationed at Dragonhead! He is also singleship, with a non-WoL elezenwildflower.
skysteelsun replied to your post: //Just a reminder that this Haurchefant is...
I PROBABLY WONâT INTERACT ICLY BUT U KNOW I LOVE U OOCLY OK
//I AM TOTALLY COOL WITH THAT. STEPH CAN INTERACT WITH HERVE. o 3o
//Just a reminder that this Haurchefant is singleship in the romance department. o uo But all the platonic ships are welcome!
A Most Unfortunate Event
 âNetherling bones snap like small twigs in mighty gale!â One of the birds - the ⌠vanu? Chortled from somewhere above him. Or at least, thatâs what Emmanellain thought the creature said. It was a little hard to pay attention considering that the aforementioned bones were his own, and he hurt enough right now that unconsciousness sounded far more comfortable at this moment in time.
Actually, given the way he was being sat up as they tied his hands behind him, perhaps his first priority should be not losing his last meal - oh. Well. Never mind that, then. The birds took this as an obvious sign that he was awake, and one of them clicked its beak at him, sounding disappointed.Â
 âNetherling is weak. Fledgling, too young to fight. Mighty Vundu make example of weak fledgling -â
Whatever the bird - Vanu? Vundu? Whatever the beastman said next, their captive didnât hear it - he was too woozy at first, and then in too much pain as one of them rapped a fist against his already-pained ribs. âL- let me g-â he began, only to be backhanded by a feathery fist, an action which brought a cry of pain to his lips and further tears of pain to his eyes.
 âWeak Netherling be silent before chief of mighty Vundu!â
Emmanellain didnât need to be told twice in that manner. He shut his mouth, even as he drooped in his bonds, and wept for rescue that had yet to come. He hurt, he hurt so terribly and in so many ways he couldnât quite catalogue it, and was beginning to very much regret his foolishness. He didnât want to think about the fact that he could not, even if he were unbound, run away - the Vanu Vanu had seen to that.
No, all he could do was hope that he would be saved, like some fainting damsel in a tale.
⌠Embarrassing as the thought was.. he would be rather⌠rather thankful if⌠if that happened, right aboutâŚ
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There was a saying - the hells hath no fury as a woman scorned, and the Vanu Vanuâs Vundu tribe was now learning this.
It came like a gale, a storm only the netherlings were accustomed to by the sea - the kind that created cyclones and waterspouts and a lie of calm before continuing, except the storm bore no eye.
Robin was not letting them think it there. She instead stormed the encampment with her land, blue eyes flashing vitriol and pure, unbridled fury, the battle fever that hadnât walked in some time filling her veins with anger.
They took her younger sibling - one born close to when she was taken in whom loved her unconditionally - one whom she felt protective of, doted on - her little brother was very important, and if anyone dared lay hand on Emmanellain de Fortemps, Robin would see they regret it, or perish.
And the Vundu invited qa massacre as thewoman neared her sibling, and growled a snarl more akin a dragon than mortal as she locked eyes on the Vundu chief, and lunged.
To say the bastard Fortemps son was unhappy was an understatement. For all that Emmanellain could be thoughtlessly cruel and had yet to really grow up, he had a good heart and was still his brother. His younger brother, at that! The moment they were allowed [perhaps a little sooner, considering their impatience], Haurchefant accompanied Robin to find the youngest Fortemps...and what they found made both their bloods boil.
And while Robin went in, Haurchefant did what one of his training always did; made a very loud, very dangerous distraction of himself to keep the eyes of the Vundu on himself rather than the very angry dragoon making her way to them.
âWhat if I do lose you big brother? What if I canât protect Emmy either?â
Robin shivered.
âWhat if. What if I canât protect anyone?â
âYou can. Trust in your strength, and our strength.â He rubbed her back. âYou are safe, and we are safe.â
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âIt was a bad one.â Robin murmured, and huddled into the larger elezen to curl up, frowning. âYou got hurt and I couldnât help. Emmy too.â
Robin made a choked sound, very much hyperventilating.
âThere now, Iâm here. Still alive, and rather unharmed for my field of work.â He kissed the top of her forehead. âSlow your breathing a little, before you make yourself sick.â
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âjust breathe⌠youâre okay, i promise, just breathe.â
âNo no no no noâŚâ Robin whined, burying in Haurchefant immediately, beginning to cry.
âBad dream bad dreamâŚâ
âCome now, sister. Breathe. Follow the sound of my breathing.â He wrapped his arms around his adoptive sister, making soothing noises. âYou are safe here, the bad dream cannot hurt you in the world of the waking.â
// I wrote a thing that Iâm hping would let some visualize what the Vault might be like dring a rare Halonic mass. Hope someone enjoys it - the smells description happened in convo today and now I feel really zen with the visuals.
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"I beg your pardon, Ser Greyface, but I am not dead!" Scarred, yes, but still quite alive!
"Brother! Brother, have you seen my secret stash?"
âHm? Ah! Yes! Itâs in your secondary hiding spot. I heard there would be cleaning today, so I thought you might like them moved to safety until the staff was finished.â
âAh! You have my thanks, Haurchefant! I had feared the worst when I went to seek them out and found them missing.â Emmanellain shuddered, blue eyes widening almost comically at the thought. âWhat if Father were to find out I kept such things?!?â
âI apologize for not telling you before now.â He gave the younger Fortemps a sheepish smile, then chuckled. âHonestly, Emmanellain, I do not think he would be as against it as you might think.â
"Brother! Brother, have you seen my secret stash?"
âHm? Ah! Yes! Itâs in your secondary hiding spot. I heard there would be cleaning today, so I thought you might like them moved to safety until the staff was finished.â
"Lord Haurchefant!" He comes in and jumps upon the desk, landing upon a empty spot with a basket of soaps and towels, "I must ask of you, what can I do with this basket? One of the ladies offered it as thanks, but I know not where I can use one here in Dragonhead..."
Haurchefant perked at the arrival of the adventurer, setting aside his paperwork as the miqoâte began to talk. Curious, the knight looked at the contents of the basket, then smiled brightly. âAh! That is quite a gift. And one well deserved and needed after your adventures! Come, let me show you where you can best put your new bathing supplies to good use!â He was up quickly, motioning for the other to follow him.
Sil gasped, his gold eyes gleaming at the statement. Were they going to take a bath? That would be so cool! He nodded and hopped off the desk, not a single paper disturbed, as he followed the Elezen.
âShall you be joining as well my friend? Truth be told, I rarely have bathed among others. It would be fun to be with a friend, would it not?â Innocent cat⌠If some perverted mind heard you, they may choke at what you just saidâŚ
âOf course I can join you! A bath would likely do my own body and spirit some good as well!â He nodded and gave Sil a bright smile. âAnd if any of the items are unfamiliar to you, I can identify them for you!â He wasnât entirely certain how different the bathing habits of southern Eorzea were from Ishgardâs, but he wasnât going to assume his friend knew every item an Ishgardian or Coerthan might use!
"Stay - stay right there, love. Right - mm ... right there ... " Don't move, Haurchefant. Your wife is falling asleep on you. Standing up. Apparently she hasn't been sleeping well.
Haurchefant stood very still, smiling slightly. âCome now, my wildflower. Let me get you to a bed proper, so that you might rest comfortably instead of using my rather hard shoulder as a pillow.â
âThat depends on a few things,â Fleurelle said, tone light - but despite her tone, her voice shook. She led her husband back inside, and clasped her hands in front of of her while she watched Haurchefantâs face for any sign of a reaction.Â
ââŚMore specifically, dear one⌠what do you think of having childrenâŚ?â
âChildren?â He looked confused a moment. âI would love to have children with you, once you are ready. They would have the best of mothers, the grandest of uncles and aunts, and I would do my utmost to be a worthy father!â He smiled brightly, then a look of realization crossed his face. âMy dear, are you...?â
"Lord Haurchefant!" He comes in and jumps upon the desk, landing upon a empty spot with a basket of soaps and towels, "I must ask of you, what can I do with this basket? One of the ladies offered it as thanks, but I know not where I can use one here in Dragonhead..."
Haurchefant perked at the arrival of the adventurer, setting aside his paperwork as the miqoâte began to talk. Curious, the knight looked at the contents of the basket, then smiled brightly. âAh! That is quite a gift. And one well deserved and needed after your adventures! Come, let me show you where you can best put your new bathing supplies to good use!â He was up quickly, motioning for the other to follow him.
