#Holti

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Romancable NPC

Questgiver NPC

The Final Boss

Did that cute meme ive seen floating around! I have SO MANY screenshots I could probably do a few of these but here's the main man Holti :3

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Being the forest raised little beast he is Holti barely touches any form of literature on account of difficulty understanding the common Eorzean tongue, let alone in text. He has no idea of book etiquette and has probably horrified MANY a booklover in and outside the Scions by tearing out useful pages, folding pages, and dog earring them to show someone later (which usually results in said book being used over his head)

Does your WoL think it is acceptable to fold a page in a book to use as a bookmark, or does such desecration of books horrify them?

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HOLY

FUCKING

BISEXUAL

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Carine Holties

[sardens]

Carl Robert Holty - Out of the Sea

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Sending you healing green bunny vibes!

[Picture taken moments after destroying the Crystarium's economy via coffee biscuits.. dont worry about it! 🍪]

i've been a little dead to the world the last couple days and I really didnt mean to be, I have missed being on here and have missed you all as well

please,,, if you have one,,, a cute screenshot of your blorbo to help refill my stamina bar,,, <3

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Carine Holties by Just Loomis

- US Harper's Bazaar, September 1987

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“Frankie dating Jackson and Holt at the same time is weird and gross because Jackson and Holt are brothers”

One of these days I will throw myself into the ocean and never resurface and it will be due to braindead takes such as that one.

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Holti's journey of falling in love with his now-fiancé Ikooko was actually purely coincidental (OR WAS IT????????. looks at their unsundered selves also ridiculously in love way back when and all the parallels there but ahyway-!)

It was thanks to one of Holti's friends he was doing a courier delivery for that he happened across Ikooko- a shy and socially anxious Xaela from the Steppe that had seen Far Too Much which is what brought him to Eorzea. After giving him the goods he had ordered, Holti could see plain as day this guy wasn't managing and hadn't even dared set foot in Gridania itself on account of it being too populated, so being the social butterfly and good samaritan Holti is, he offered to give the Xaela a tour around the city by his side, promising not to leave it, and so that was their first date together.

Being side by side quickly became the comfortable norm, the pair supporting each other whenever they needed it, understanding each other more as time passed and they adventured together. New truths were learned and shared such as Holti's viera nature and Echo but this only served to stregthen their bond.

The hardest test was when the pair were separated when Holti was dragged into the First but they reunited as soon as time allowed for it and have sworn not to let the other be left alone like that again...

Ikooko since proposed to Holti on 4 different occasions (to which he's always said yes) and they plan to hold a wedding when the world isnt in peril... for a few minutes at least.

They're gay your honour.

I could go on at length about them and even their unsundered selves falling in love but that's a story for another day... even if that would TECHNICALLY be the 'first' time... 🤔

(Ikooko belongs to @addakax ! Holti is mine :3)

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When did your wol(oc) first fall in love? How did they feel about it?

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Harper’s Bazaar, September 1987. “Calvin: A Leaner Luxury”

Carine Holties and Alison Cohn photographed by Just Loomis.

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bunooy

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"Oh- before I forget!", her voice is light, shrill from shot nerves and forced politeness. She reaches into her bag, digging past books and meticulously organized papers. Her fingers find the cold touch of metal, and she turns to face his hunched back.

"Here," she pulls out the picture frame, stepping closer to his shadow, "I found this with your things, I put it in a frame so it couldn't get any more damaged. It looks absolutely ancient."

That last bit is only partially a joke, the paper has long since gone yellow from years of apparent love. The person looking back at her, young and smiling, has been nearly smudged out of existence. She extends her arm, gesturing for him to take it. He moves, sluggish, as he turns towards her. The light behind her reflects in his one visible eye, she watches him squint at the picture. His calloused hands take it from her, as gentle as she's ever seen them.

He looks at it for what feels like a very long time, her standing awkwardly in the dark, hands crossed politely. The door behind her beckons, but she holds still, trying to savor whatever comfort she might find in that dark, drafty room. In the back of her mind, she tries not to contemplate the lack of familiarity in his presence- this whole meeting having been uncomfortable and forced. It's the first time they've seen each other outside of political meetings in over a month.

"Thank you Nineera", he says at last, cutting through her tired, anxious thoughts. There is a strained quality to his voice, a sort of wetness that immediately makes her skin grow cold. In the years they've traveled together, she's never seen him cry. Cursing and angry, sure, but nothing like this. Her mind is torn, not sure if she should run and hide or offer some sort of kindness. She ends up standing there, dumbfounded and scared, listening to the strained quality of his breathing as he tries to collect himself.

She watches him reach up and pinch the place between his eyes. There's a sniffle that's probably meant to sound dismissive rather than distinctly emotional. He stands, his dark clothes making him look like he's slowly emerging from the shadows, creeping up almost to her full height. He turns opposite of her, dragging himself to the window and carefully propping up the picture frame on the barren sill. He hesitates there a moment before turning in full to face her.

She realizes then that he hadn't looked at her the entire time she'd been in here. Beyond that, she honestly can't clearly recall the last time she'd seen him outside of all his costumes and fancy garb. Even in the poorly lit room, he looks small and plain in nothing but his simple robes and unkempt hair. More than that, he looks tightly wound and very tired.

"I didn't think I'd see that again," he says, sounding strange and far away. It's an explanation, perhaps even an apology for the unwelcome feelings he's failed to fully push away. It pulls at her heart strings, something she's not quite familiar with feeling in the context of him. Their relationship isn't exactly built up on mushy feelings.

"You're welcome," she says, unable to keep the sympathy out of her voice. Whatever else she might consider saying is cut short when he yawns, poorly concealed behind a raised hand. The tired burn in her eyes becomes all the more apparent as she fights the urge to yawn in return. It's very late, only a few short hours till sunrise, and she's still got to make it back to the redoran canton before she can retire for the night.

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Holti calls Ikooko a number of sweet names but his first nickname for him was 'big dreki' or 'dreki' the Vieran word for dragon. He also calls him 'liz', 'Iko' (of course most people do), and any other number of soft sweet things (dear, darling, sweetheart, etc)

Does your WoL use nicknames for anyone? What terms of endearment do they call their partner(s), if any?

[4eternal-life]

CARL HOLTY  (USA 1900 - 1973)

Blue Progression,  c. 1941 Oil on Masonite, 121x91 cm

Swann Auction Galleries

https://catalogue.swanngalleries.com/Lots/CARL-HOLTY

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Carl Robert Holty - Out of the Sea