#Aymeric RP

[theazureblade]

'Come, then! Let us see whom the Fury favors!'

♚ theazureblade. a private, selective, & low activity roleplay blog for aymeric de borel of final fantasy xiv. written by zack. 18+ only; crossover & oc friendly.

rules & bio.

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[milesducemdominus]

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.

INDEPENDENT and SEMI-SELECTIVE RP blog for Aymeric de Borel from Square Enix's Final Fantasy XIV. --- as written and loved by Lyrieux.

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[aetherstorms]

"They did visit during the Grand Melee." He reminded her. "I dare say they handled the cold better than I did the heat, though I suppose it is easier to bundle up than strip down, particularly when you are a delegate and cannot afford to do the latter."

While he did know about the outcome of what had come to be known as 'The Bloody Banquet', he hadn't actually been present for the worst of it, most likely because the conspirators knew if he had also been present it would have ended very badly for them.

He put hand to chest with a smile. "I look forward to tasting this wine you have to bring to our dinner. I haven't had much occasion to enjoy vintages from outside Ishgard, so it would be a unique treat."

soulsfallen​:

Aymeric chuckled as he turned to walk back with her. “Indeed it is. Ul'dah was quite the shock for me the first time I traveled there, and I nearly collapsed from the heat, only to then discover after dark why all the rooms have fireplaces. A land of extremes.” He shook his head. “While I enjoyed speaking with General Aldynn and the Sultana, I do not look forward to venturing there again, though I will at least be better prepared when I do.”

He smiled warmly at her. “I look forward to our dinner. I hope you will regale me with tales of your adventures like the last time. Alas, I cannot much return the favor, my own work being mostly bureaucracy and putting out metaphorical fires while we move into our new age of peace, but that is unfortunately why I hunger so for tales of your own ventures. If I cannot have adventure myself, it does well enough to hear my dear friend speak of hers.”

Amara smiled in wicked delight at the mental image of Aymeric first stepping foot in Ul'Dah and his subsequent surprise at night. Ah, the poor man. Ishgards intense and seemingly unending winter was equally tough to endure but far different from her home. "The desert can be a harsh and unforgiving climate in a variety of ways. Some expected, others less so.” Aymeric definitely had seemed out of place that night, but that night had been one to haunt them all as is. “Perhaps sometime they can visit here in Ishgard.” No doubt it’d be easier. Things should be now that Ishgard was opening up a bit.

Regale him with her tales? Yes, she could definitely do that if he didn’t mind her rambling a little. Amara didn’t enjoy doing so, but a story usually required it. She could get lost in his blue eyes while doing so at least. “I’ll bring a nice bottle of wine to the affair from La Noscea. I think I have just the thing that’ll accompany the story I want to tell you.”

[haurchefaymeric]

Lord Commander, Ser Aymeric De Borel.

[xinghai]

Grief

[ahlis-xiv]

feeling glum bc I wanted to do things today with others in-game but couldn't boohoo

[janzoo]

Dreaming of An Azure Christmas Starlight

The Azure Elephant himself has come to wish you a Happy Starlight Celebration! Or whatever other holiday you celebrate this time of year. (I hear there's some kind of Starlight Celebration knock-off called Kriss-something, but it's fine. To-may-to, to-mah-to, right?)

[skylightduo]

SKYLIGHTDUO: private, highly selective & mutuals only Aurore & Aymeric Cassel of CDPR's Cyberpunk 2077: Phantom Liberty → established in 2023, written by Shay. Sideblog to @deusvmachina.

A study in LIVING ON THE EDGE & riding highs with a twin duo of affluent netrunners that follow the scent of a lucrative payout wherever it leads and whose morals can be as interchangeable as currency.

[nakeycatdontdestroythis]

All: "SEEDSEER NAE"

[ballads-and-dirges]

𝖠 𝖧𝖤𝖱𝖮'𝖲 𝖱𝖤𝖲𝖯𝖨𝖳𝖤 (𝖲𝖳𝖮𝖱𝖬𝖡𝖫𝖮𝖮𝖣)

ᴹⁱⁿⁱ ᵂᵒˡᴹᵉʳⁱᶜ ˢᵉʳⁱᵉˢ ᴾᵗ. ᴵᴵ

ᴷᵃᵈᴹᵉʳⁱᶜ ᴹⁱⁿⁱ ˢᵉʳⁱᵉˢ ᴾᵗ. ᴵ ᴾᵗ. ᴵᴵ ᴾᵗ. ᴵᴵᴵ

ᵈᵉˢᶜ. ᵀʰᵉ ᵇᵃᵗᵗˡᵉ ʰᵃˢ ᵇᵉᵉⁿ ʷᵒⁿ ᵃⁿᵈ ᶻᵉⁿᵒˢ ᶠᵉˡˡᵉᵈ. ᵀⁱᵐᵉ ���ᵒʳ ᵃ ᵐᵒᵐᵉⁿᵗ'ˢ ʳᵉˢᵖⁱᵗᵉ.

“Hien!” She calls out making her way through the crowd to embrace him, “Full glad I am to see you my friend! You know not how much your aid was needed for this victory.”

Grinning he pulls back to take in her battered appearance, “Mayhaps… Yet it seems you’ve done most of the work here. You look awful.”

Stepping away from the hug, she takes in her own appearance to the best of her ability realizing parts of her garbs are shredded, covered in blood and grime. Her arms and hands are covered in minor flesh wounds that are caked in dried blood. She's not even sure if it's only her blood but she does know that if this is what her body looks like she can only imagine what her face looks like. Looking up to him, she notices the grin on his face which causes her to laugh.

“Would you look any better?” A boisterous laugh erupts from him as he claps her on the shoulder. 

Over the time spent in Doma, she and Hien had built a strong sibling-like bond. He always seemed to notice when she would sneak away to be alone and would make it a point to check in on her.  Her eyes held a familiar glint that he himself recognized. There was a familiarity in the way her eyes would solemnly glaze over at the mention of her being the Warrior of Light. He would watch as she would recede into herself, and step away. To an extent he understood as he had the weight of a country resting on his shoulders and also struggled with the title passed down from his father. With this in common, the two forged a strong bond and relied on each other during the liberation of Doma.

As the two took their time catching up, a certain Elezen man stood off to the side half listening in on the conversation he was supposed to be a part of with the overseers of each city-state. He couldn't help but notice the close proximity the woman of his desires stood with the Hyuran leader of Doma. He also couldn't help the pit in his stomach deepening with every touch they shared. To others watching it was platonic but to him it was far too much, not when he barely managed to get her into his arms earlier. He wanted to be the first to hold her after the battle, to congratulate her, to maybe even kiss her if given the chance. But instead he was stuck in an endless drabble of pleasantries that he could do without. His mind on one thing… one person.

“You looked quite dashing soaring atop a Yol, steel bared- A flashy entrance indeed!” She teases nudging his arm. 

Grasping at his chest he pretends to be offended,“Flashy?! You are one to speak, my dear friend! Shall we recall Nadaam?” 

Instantly Kadenza folds in on herself immediately feeling embarrassed but he only continues his teasing, “Brothers and Sisters of the Steppe! With me!”

“Ahh that's enough!” She groans face-palming at the memory. 

“Quite grandiose in comparison- especially after securing our victory!”

Embarrassed by the whole situation she tries to escape but he casually throws an arm over her shoulder reveling in her bashfulness. The two continue to joke around a little longer but come to a halt when they feel a looming presence behind them. Looking over the shoulder of where Hien’s rest over her own, she sees Aymeric standing behind them almost sheepishly as if he walked into something private. 

“Aymeric.” She calls gently as she shrugs Hien’s arm from her shoulder, much to his amusement. Stepping towards him she reaches to pull him close but hesitates due to the crowd of people around them. 

Noticing her discomfort, Aymeric makes the move to take her hand into his own as places it over his heart, “Once again, I am left in awe at your feats. Liberating Doma, now Ala Mhigo. You are truly extraordinary, my light.”

Kadenza feels goosebumps prickling her skin and her face warming up at his forwardness and affection but she doesn’t pull her hand away. She trains her eyes on the hand that covers her own and does her best to form a coherent sentence but she is completely lost, not used to outward forms of romantic affection. This causes a gentle smile to tug at the corner of Aymeric’s lips, as he revels in the fact that the most sought after woman in Eorzea only had affections for him. That no matter what man she spoke to, her feelings were only reserved for him and him alone.

“Aye. You charge headfirst into battle without batting an eye yet fluster at the slight amorous touch? You amuse me!” Hien loudly jests which cause Kadenza to nearly crash into Aymeric’s chest at the sudden outburst and in turn causes Aymeric to hold her by the waist as he steadies her against his chest. She was so drawn in by the man that she had forgotten that the Doman man was only a foot or so away from her.

He chuckles even more as a shite-eating grin graces his face, “Hmm so this whom you spoke with in secret? A pleasure to meet you, friend. I am Hien Rijin, Prince of Doma.” Straightening his posture he bows but peeks an eye open to catch Kadenza glowering at him. His amusement grows by the second as he rises back up with a full blown smirk watching as Kadenza has yet to pull herself from Aymeric’s arms.

Doing his best to come off as nonchalant, Aymeric fails miserably as his cheeks and tips of his ears are dusted crimson at realizing the two of them had been caught in their rendezvous. Putting a fist to his mouth, Aymeric clears his throat nervously before speaking, “I… ahem. It is a pleasure to meet you, Lord Hien. I am Aymeric de Borel, Lord Commander of the Temples Knights. You seemed to have caught on to our shared secret.”

Hien only grins as he gives them an up and down, which the two quickly realize that Aymeric still had his arms wound around Kadenza’s waist. Bashfully they separate but don’t make it a point to not move too far from each other.

“Ah Hien! It’s… uhh.. We-” She does her best to search for the right words but is completely flustered by the overall situation.

Shaking his head, he only chuckles before patting her shoulder, “I only jest! Allow me to excuse myself, we will speak again my friend.” With that, he makes his way over to where Yugiri is congregated with the Scions, everyone eagerly greeting and thanking him for his support.

Seeing this opportunity, Aymeric reaches for Kadenza’s hand to swiftly pull her through the crowds towards a makeshift infirmary where he sits her down on one of the unoccupied benches. He briefly steps away, asking a Roegadyn woman for medical supplies to which she eagerly hands over realizing that it was for the Warrior of Light. Making his way back to Kadenza with supplies in hand, he gently places it down beside her as he kneels in front of her. The sight of him kneeling causes her to panic especially as onlookers begin to grin and whisper about how the Lord Commander was kneeling for the Warrior of Light.

“A-Aymeric! What are you-” 

But she’s interrupted as he places a gentle kiss on her forehead, “You’re hurt. Please allow me.” He says softly before pulling away to look her in the eyes. She nods almost hypnotically as her eyes locked with his. His smile nearly takes her breath away as he quickly gets to work. Taking a torn cloth and dipping it into a bucket of water, he gingerly wipes at the blood splatters on her face and neck, dipping every so often to rinse the dark liquid then going back to clean up more spots. He works diligently and efficiently as he makes it down her arms, applying a little more pressure to scrub off the parts that were caked in layers of blood and debris.

As he quietly works, Kadneza can’t help but to admire his caring nature. She watched as his eyebrows would furrow when he got to more stubborn splotches, or how his lips would press into a thin line then relax when he accomplished cleaning certain areas. True to her words, she wasn’t sure if what she felt was love yet but she knew that her heart hasn’t felt this warm since her fleeting moments with Haurchefant. She can’t believe that it had been nearing two Summers since he had passed. During that time, she thought she’d never allow herself to get close to anyone again but as seasons change, so do her feelings. At her lowest, Aymeric had been there as staunch as ever, offering her an ear and often a shoulder to cry on. He listened to her not as Hydaelyn’s Champion, but as a woman burdened with a predetermined destiny who had too much of the realm’s weight on her shoulders. Never did he address her as Warrior of Light or bring up her responsibilities, only delving deeper into who she was under a damn near impenetrable exterior. 

With time, the little walls that she did have up came crashing down. She found herself more often than not seeking his company and finding ways to be within his vicinity. To her, he felt safe. Besides Alphinaud and Tataru, she never showed her true thoughts unless pushed to the edge and the dam bursting with emotion. However, with Aymeric, she wanted to tell him everything. Give her all and not look back. She knew that the one thing she never wanted to experience in her life again was losing someone she cared deeply for and not having the opportunity to tell them how she felt.

“There. Much better.” The Elezen says as he lays the sullied cloth down on the bench beside her. He holds her hands up to inspect that he has not missed a spot then his eyes rake over her face and hands in the same manner.

Looking down to her lap, a shy smile graced her lips, “Thank you… You needn’t go through all the trouble.”

He only chuckles as he continues to scan over her face and arms for blood. Once his inspection is done, he’s quick to start dressing the many injuries littered across any visible skin. He works quietly and efficiently to ensure not one part of her was unattended. She winces occasionally when tonics are applied to deeper cuts, to which he whispers an apology before pressing a light kiss to her forehead then resumes his work. The two were so lost in their own bubble that they hadn’t even noticed their comrades joining them.

“Well, well… This is quite the sight, aye? The Lord Commander on bended knee for our fair warrior?” As if the trance around the two were shattered, they hastily look up to see Thancred alongside Alphinaud, Alisaie, and Lucia. The one who broke them out of their reverie with an amused glint in his eye and smirk playing at his lips, “Is this a formal announcement?”

Kadenza quickly bolts from her seat nearly knocking Aymeric to the ground, “T-Thancred! It’s not what it looks like-” Looking around at the amused faces, she looks over to Aymeric who can’t help but share in the amusement.

Rising from his place on the ground, he reaches out to hold the stuttering woman’s hand, “It is so. I am quite taken with our dear warrior.” This causes her to stutter out more excuses as everyone shares in the convivial environment., reveling in the moment of peace and joy.

“A proclamation long overdue, my Lord. '' Alphinaud quips much to Kadenza’s chagrin yet she makes no move to pull her hand from Aymeric’s grasp but only tighten it much to Thancred’s amusement.

“Your duality never ceases to amuse me, Kad! Ever the gallant warrior on the field yet a shy and aloof maiden when left to your own devices. How do you manage?” His teasing only causes the others to laugh.

Alisaie covers her mouth doing her best not to laugh too hard, “It is quite a sight to behold.”

“Now, now. Let’s not tease the poor thing too much, she looks as if she may collapse.” Lucia gently chides with her own amusement at the scene unfolding in front of them.

As they continued their lighthearted teasing, Kadenza seemed to shrink more and more into Aymeric’s side. She clutched his hand tighter, embarrassed by the attention but also delighted at the fact that the Elezen man had not shied away but only pulled her closer. His warmth and honesty was very much needed after spending so long championing many regions of the realm, all culminating up to the liberation of Ala Mhigo and the defeat of Zenos. She contented having Aymeric by her side and holding onto her. It was all she really needed at that moment. Someone who saw her as a woman and not solely as the Hero of the Realm. This radiance of warmth and comfort… and then she collapses as she finally succumbs to the mental and physical fatigue from pushing herself past her limits. 

There’s an audible gasp from onlookers seeing their hero fall. Thancred makes a move to catch her but Aymeric is quicker as he brings her limp body into his arms, cradling her against his chest. Once the shock wears off, Alphinaud and Alisaie are quick to crowd Aymeric, to assure that their friend and pseudo-sister was fine. 

Thancred solemnly looks at Kadenza, the look of guilt flooding his features, “It seems once again we have relied on her too much and pushed her to her limits.”

“It was only a matter of time,” Alisaie absentmindedly says as she steps forward, placing a hand atop the fainted woman’s hand.

Alphinaud nods in agreement, a pang deep in his chest as he comes to his sister's side to provide her and himself some comfort, “And for that she is afforded this much needed respite.” Looking at Aymeric with sullen eyes he continues, “Ser Aymeric, will you see Kadenza to Ishgard? There’s much we need to wrap up here”

Aymeric nods as he adjusts Kadenza in his arms, allowing her to rest more comfortably, “But of course. I will see to it that she is prepared a private chamber in House Borel.”  The twins bow in gratitude before saying their goodbyes. 

Thancred remains for a moment, looking for the right words to say. Aymeric sees the conflict in his eyes and can only nod in understanding before making his leave with Lucia in tow.

“Lucia, call for Amitra. We must make haste.” Aymeric says continuing to the gates of the Ala Mhigan Quarter.

“Aye Lord Commander.” She salutes him before trotting off ahead to the gates and using a summoning horn that Kadenza had left in their care to call forth her bonded dragon, Amitra, whenever need be. In mere moments of the horn being blown, a looming shadow streaks across the Quarter, before landing with a resounding thud causing everyone to lose their balance briefly. 

“You have called upon me, Lucia?” Amitra questions taking in the new terrain.

Lucia bows to the dragon before looking back to the Lord Commander, “Yes. Your ward is in need of you.”

Amitra looks over to see Aymeric cradling Kadenza in his arms and in turn she lets out a low rumble, “It seems as though my ward has exhausted her aether during battle. I will return you all to Ishgard.” Bowing her head down, she flattens herself as close to the ground as possible. Aymeric hands Kadenza over to Lucia before scaling the dragon and once he is situated comfortably, Lucia lifts the young woman into his arms once more before climbing atop Amitra.

“Thank you, Amitra.” Aymeric murmurs as his attention refocuses on Kadenza.

“Of course, Ser Aymeric.”

[themusedump]

Academy Eorzea - FFXIV Caps

Chapter one // Aymeric De Borel

[bluefloret]

an unexpected starlight gift, for a little girl

[kepesktribe]

Uh oh. Kiet got into trouble.

[vassalor]

Ultimate Otome game idea with ffxiv fanfic: MC (who a hardcore player) die and reincarnates in the game. unfortunately not as WoL but smaller (but not mob) NPC. They accept this and start to live their life the way they want in the game, but fate brought them to the eorzea academy...

[haurchefaymeric]

- Diary entry 5 -

"Haurchefant kept bringing up the fact that he wanted Theia to be a water baby, that he was raised by his Father and was taken swimming all the time and she wanted her to experience the same joy in her upbringing. So me, Haurchie and Uncle Aymeric all took a day trip over to Gyr Abania with Theia on our day off to give her her first introduction to water and she took to it so well! Haurchie was in his swimming shorts and was in the water with her before me and Aymeric had even sat down, he was such a proud dad with her, it warmed my heart to see. As always."

[lyrieuxsicons]

Who? // : Aymeric de Borel From? // : Final Fantasy XIV Amount? // : 536 Size? // : 100 x100 px

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