#evrard

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Junelezen 6: Control

There were days he still missed Busari taking up space in his rooms. There were days he considered asking Alanais and Gantsetseg to spend the night, just to make his free company suite a little less empty. (Oh, not that they weren't there during the day, not that he didn't sometimes come home to be greeted by the sight of Gan sprawled across the settee or Alan talking to the goldfish quite as though they understood him--but as yet, he'd only ever slept in their yurt, and hadn't worked his way up to the other way around.)

But on days like this, when he'd settled down to work on the Vidofnir's Wings accounts and the people he loved were on the other side of the world, there was something to be said for controlling his own space. Nobody distracted him. Nobody tried to strike up conversation. He could actually get things done.

And, thank the Fury, he didn't have to look after their damn dog.

[detournementsmineurs]

"Panneaux de Porte Ornés de Génies Féminins" provenant de la "Maison Bélanger" hôtel particulier construit par l'architecte Bélanger (1787) dans la "Salle de Direction" lors de la visite-guidée du "Crédit Municipal" organisée par Morgane Evrard pour Des Mots et Des arts dans le cadre des Journées Européennes du Patrimoine, Paris, septembre 2024.

[most-datable-datable-bracket]

ROUND 1 MATCH 97

Who's the most datable?

Evrard from Long Live The Queen

Mori from Tri City Monsters

Voting ended onDec 17, 2023

Evrard propaganda:

“In a game full of political intrigue and backstabbing, Evrard is one of the few romance options that is entirely for love. He’s a commoner. Elodie gains nothing politically by marrying him, which actually makes marrying him rather difficult as either her approval has to be high enough that nobody cares if her marriage doesn’t benefit the kingdom OR he has to ingest poison on Elodie’s behalf. I will attempt to marry him every time or die trying. (I die trying a lot.)”

Mori propaganda:

“Do you like stinky cat men? Meet Mori. A shameless punk rocker who is in a band and turns into a bakeneko. He is awful (affectionately). I can't describe him better than this. 

Tri City Monsters is an 18+ game coming out next year about 3 ROs who are on skipping out on their demon deals and on the run from Enforcers.”

[eorzeanfool]

Entry 04: this world won’t end in fire

FFXIVWrite2019 - 30 Day Writing Challenge

Prompt: Shifting Blame

—

There’s a fury that burns

In his chest—

In his heart—

Against injustice given name

In Lady Iceheart’s tale

—Of a woman

—Of a dragon

—Of a crime

Committed

(Commuted)

And cast into the oubliette of

History.

There’s a cold flame that sparks

Anew with each careless word

Thrown like a knight’s lance—

Sharpened on ignorance and

Polished with spite—

At targets whose only

Sin

Is birth.

The words of an oath given

To a throne—

To a faith—

To a lie—

Taste of dust and funeral

Ash, stolen from the graves

Of a thousand years

Fighting a war to bury one man’s

Greed.

The colors of a knighthood earned

Hide the boneyard mountain

Upon which their temple has been built.

But tell me, he says to the priest. Teach me

How to justify a cause that sacrifices

As many of its own

As it claims of others.

Show me how holy the suffering of the powerless can be.

Tell me how to live your lie

And that I will believe.

@sea-wolf-coast-to-coast

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Junelezen 5: Ice

Praise to the Mover of Glaciers, whose wrath undoes the wicked, whose steps shake the mountain! Praise to the Spearmaiden, who treads the dragon underfoot! Praise to Halone, the Fury!

(note from the pen of Fr. Briardionne: second line due for revisions)

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Junelezen 12: Cloud

He supposed it was too much to hope for rain in the desert--though it had happened, and it startled him with its intensity and glory every time, watching the sands burst into fresh new life. Most days in Ul'dah were hot, dry, and unbearable. Unless the wind favored them, it was like standing in a kiln. He hadn't expected relief.

But by the Fury, it would've been nice to at least see a cloud.

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Junelezen 21: Mountain

Look down, look down, upon your fellow man

Ah, Ishgard. The shining city on the mount, ruled by the Church and its High Houses. The bastion of the Halonic Orthodox faith which Evrard was proud to serve. The city he'd been born and raised in, whose people called him Father Ev and treated him with respect if not friendship. The city he loved.

There were days he wanted to tear it down.

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Junelezen 18: Rush

The worst part was, he wasn't even surprised at the morbols. Garlemald had every other form of nightmare for its population--starvation, hypothermia, tempering, a city in ruins, the grinding misery of being at the mercy of their enemies. Why shouldn't it also have morbols?

This was a damned big one, though. Grynalet was a placid bird, but he'd never been more glad of her strength.