[speciosuspoematis]

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.

Indie FFXIV OC - Cyvel Lamoureaux, as loved by Lyrieux. Follows back from milesducemdominus 

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The Poet’s Inspiration; @metoikhomai​ 

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“She dressed herself in confidence everyday and refused to wear anybody else’s insecurities.”

— a.j.lawless

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“That’s all I want. Just you and me. Always.”

— Lauren Oliver, Delirium

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“When people walk away from you, let them go. You shouldn’t have to talk them into staying with you, loving you, calling you, caring about you, or coming to see you … For if they really cared about you in the first place, they would not be going anywhere.”

— Unknown

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“Sometimes you meet someone and even though you never liked brown eyes before, their eyes are your new favourite colour.”

— Unknown

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“Hope can be a powerful force. Maybe there’s no actual magic in it, but when you know what you hope for most and hold it like a light within you, you can make things happen, almost like magic.”

— Laini Taylor, Daughter of Smoke & Bone

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“Self care is not selfish or self indulgent. We cannot nurture others from a dry well. We need to take care of our own needs first, then we can give from our surplus, our abundance.”

— Jennifer Loudon

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“I’m almost never serious, and I’m always too serious. Too deep, too shallow. Too sensitive, too cold hearted. I’m like a collection of paradoxes.”

— Ferdinand de Saussure

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“The funny thing about stop signs is that they’re also start signs.”

— Unknown

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“She doesn’t want to hear that she is flawless. She wants to hear that she is loved regardless of her flaws.”

— charmingwinds

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“Be gentle with yourself. You are a child of the universe, no less than the trees and the stars; you have a right to be here.”

— Max Ehrmann; Desiderata

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“Perhaps many things inside you have been transformed; perhaps somewhere, someplace deep inside your being, you have undergone important changes while you were sad.”

— Rainer Maria Rilke, Letters to a Young Poet

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“Never give up hope. Things can change overnight, and problems can dissolve in the light of a new day’s sun.”

— Leon Brown

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“I wondered why I was always so lonely and then I realized that I was always playing different roles for different people but I never played the role of just myself and that’s why I was lonely - the person everyone was with wasn’t actually me.”

— sandralidell

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“How can it be that dogs are more loyal and loving than people?”

— s-loveforever

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"If you ever get the chance to go, you should. It's quite different. You might find it inspiring."

Ul'Dah was many things, but one couldn't deny that it was culturally rich. It wasn't her favorite city-state simply because it was her home. (Though she would admit that it played a part in it.) It was also quite different from Ishgard. There were benefits to experiencing other cultures, and if he hadn't yet, what better time?

Soon enough they had reached Cyvel's home, and once inside, Amara's gaze swept over the place admiring its beauty. Quite different from the other houses she'd been in locally. "Ah, to be so loved," she murmured thoughtfully, pondering the often elusive emotion for a moment as they moved through the home. To be loved so deeply was truly something special.

A happy sigh came from the midlander as the warmth hit her. "Ah, this is much better." Such a cozy warmth. The magnitude and the variety of plants found within the place had her eyes widening. "What an absolute marvel." She was fairly sure she could spend hours here, just enjoying and studying the plants.

"Thanks," she hummed as she moved to ease off her coat and on the back of one chair. With the invitation, the botanist casually wandered off, albeit not too far from the table. She began examining one of the plants, tilting her head this way and that, content to entertain herself until the tea was ready.

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Cyvel's smile was ever gentle as he welcomed her into the greenhouse. The warmth was, indeed, blissfully soothing after the frigid temperatures of the outdoors and the scent of ample flowers and fruits was a comfort one could ever quite name nor describe. To be so surrounded with nature and the love that went into each and every plant bought solace in magnitudes.

"You are more than welcome to take cuttings and such with you. I've ample plants and soil you're welcome to if it would make transportation easier." He takes but a brief pause as he tends to the tea, his eyes lifting upward to the sight of the clouded skies above; "That being said, I could have any sent wherever you wish by courier to save carrying them. I've a few I would trust with such a task."

[metoikhomai]

it breaks her heart clean in two, seeing him like this. the hurt in his eyes and in his voice is a dagger in her breast, twisting slowly. but what is worse that she knows, all too keenly, that a part of that sorrow is her doing. mayhap, if she didn't leave as abruptly as she did...

there is no turning back the clock. what's done is done, and she can only try and make amends.

slowly, leandre shakes her head. "i am fine. there was never any real danger for me, i promise you." she tucks a strand of her behind her ear. somehow, all the words she'd prepared on the way back to ishgard fail her now. they sit on her tongue, dried up and hollow. leandre swallows, hard. "i... am sorry. for leaving. and for coming back so unannounced. i'm sure it is far too late to say it, but... i've missed you, terribly."

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"I have thought of you each and every day." He admits as his eyes take in the sights of the ground near to the toes of his boots. "Ever was I suspended betwixt hope and despair for I knew not if you were well or if the unthinkable had claimed you. 'T was a purgatory of torment - clinging to faith while expecting news of tragedy each day I rose, unrested, from my bed--- "

Finally, the poet found the strength within himself to raise his gaze to her once more; her standing there, not as a ghost or a phantom of his weary, yearning dreams, but as a person. Hale and whole.

"That I have missed you is an understatement of great size." His exhale plumed before his face in the frigid temperatures; "I have grieved you... prayed for you... and now that I see you have returned I know not what to say or do. I fear my shattered heart now too worthless to gift."