#Janlenoux

[bigeyedweirdo0]

"Rosary- a string of beads for keeping count in a rosary or in the devotions of some other religions."

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Personal headcanon time, but as we know in Ishgard, people are known to exchange Halonic rosaries as a promise to return to someone they love. In my little headcanon, if a Heavensward gives their rosary to someone, they become their "favored." It's basically their way of saying,"I pledge my entire being to you." It's so serious that even the Ishgardian Orthodox Church recognizes these bonds.

Unfortunately for Luces, he's a bit confused and thought that Janlenoux gave him a friendship bracelet...

[lyrieuxsicons]

Who? // : Ser Janlenoux de Courcillant From? // : Final Fantasy XIV Amount? // : 395 Size? // : 100 x100 px

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[queenofnohr]

Who fights? Who flies? Who falls?

a piece encompassing Odeline’s journey through Shadowbringers by @/inariya3 on twitter!

[veliara]

Junelezen2024 Day 19 - Food

"Hey, kiddo! Wake up!" Ciel jolted in alarm. He blinked a couple times, trying to regain his senses. "Come on, it's time for dinner." "But I …" "No BUTs, sit down and eat," the mage commanded. "All right." Ciel strode into the dining hall and sat down on a vacant seat. It was still early and not too crowded. Guerrique and Hermenost had gone to change. Ciel closed his eyes and dozed off. He was soon awakened by the aroma of food.

In front was a large plate of stew with an egg on top. It would have been all right, but it was enough to last him for three days.

"Thank you, but do I have to eat all this?" he looked in horror at Janlenoux standing near. "It's a bit too much." The knight with the light purple hair scratched his head thoughtfully. Ciel shifted his gaze to the inquisitor standing next to his ward brother. Elezen sighed and rubbed the bridge of his nose tiredly.

[kepesktribe]

Home

[deardarkmoon]

brittle sparrow

[aroseyetbloomedwrites]

Not so fleeting, familiar touches.

[eemamminy-art]

"We shouldn't be doing this…" "Shall I stop then?" "No."

[riftimp]

[sanctummiles]

@rothalion asked: It only took the first day of the month for Rothalion to begin scouring and fretting over gifts. Many a list was concocted, many such lists scrapped and torn and thrown away.

Even now, holding the surprisingly large box covered in more tape than wrapping paper, Rothalion could not help the worried tension in his body and the light nervous sweat to his skin; thankfully due to the cold and how well bundled he was it was easy to miss.

However, the moment his eyes landed upon Janlenoux he lit up, some of his nerves managing to melt away as he hurried over. He stood up on his tiptoes, pressing a quick peck of a kiss to Janlenoux's cheek and gently pressed the box to his chest with a shy smile.

"H-happy Starlight, love," he murmured, voice barely above a whisper. The box was as heavy as it was big, the slightest movement hinting at a handful of items comprising the gift. In fact, within the box was an entirely new cooking set including new pans, pots and a range of cooking utensils.

"I hope you like it, Tataru helped me choose," he admitted, smiling.

Janlenoux, still uncertain quite what to do with himself since the escapade in Azys Lla, had (for the time being-) settled himself in Tailfeather where he cooked for the hunters and travellers of whom passed through. He was bought a variety of meats from the lands around, wild vegetables, whatever was discovered - and he would do his absolute best with what he had to make tasty, good meals for those that wanted it.

To see Rothalion arrive within the small village was utterly unexpected, indeed; it did, however, bring quite the smile to his face.

"Ah- my dear, how glad I am to see you-" He utters first and foremost, only taking note of the rather large box afterwards; the sheer sight of his small companion with it almost amusing.

"You... you came all this way to give me this-?" To say he was stunned and utterly flattered was a mass understatement, Janlenoux's eyes were near filling with emotion as he accepted the box with a small thank you, and moved just far enough to take a seat upon some worn steps.

"This... my dear, this is so very much." He's stunned, truly- and with pale eyes (blinded now within one-) did he pull the other close enough to press repeated kisses to his forehead and cheek; "I am ever thankful - - - perhaps you shall stay long enough for me to cook you something as a thank you-?"

[bigeyedweirdo0]

Part 1 | Part 2 (You are here) | Part 3 | Bonus A Little Sugar Part 2

Ever wonder what happens when the Heavensward gets scolded? Well you get this, Luther is very protective of his charges and sees Luces as his own kid. He fully supports the two, but has to remind Janlenoux that the young Lotus Dancer is truly unfamiliar with Ishgardian courting customs.

[queenofnohr]

the loneliness of a princess

by @/HwFdx on Twitter!

[veliara]

Junelezen2024 day 5 - Morning

Training this early in the morning was a real punishment for Ciel. Night astronomy classes, morning training with the paladins and afternoon healing lectures took up all her free time. How nice that Janlenoux is always ready to fix things with a hot cup of coffee. A really big cup of coffee.

[kepesktribe]

So I made a cheap studio to take screenshots in for my characters... (Still not happy with the layout, but it got the basics of a white backdrop and a black backdrop as well as 3 themed backdrops) and I have come to realize that:

The white is good for monochrome or very colorful

And the black is great for action/serious shots

Not bad for my first attempt I think... maybe when I finally am satisfied with the layout I can start on character reference shots.

Now to figure out how to better set up the layout to where I am not running into walls to glitch into the backdrop rooms hidden from the light of the themed backdrops. @.@

[deardarkmoon]

v—stamp.

noun. an instrument for stamping a pattern or mark, in particular an engraved or inked block or die.

rating T

characters: Hadrien de Rosier, Ottoline de Rosier, Janlenoux de Courcillant (he's there but shh no one's supposed to know)

word count: 688

desc: he's in the closet.

Hadrien was the only person in the household who was aware of his sister's…proclivities.

He had heard the hushed giggles of Ottoline and who he could only assume was her childhood beau in the halls of their manor the previous night when the idea sparked in his head. Not the first time, of course, he had made a habit of embarrassing his dear little sister whenever he got the chance. But she rarely snuck Janlenoux into their home, knowing how their elder brother—Dior—disapproved of him as a match. Though he should’ve expected it, what with Dior being absent for a few nights while he visited his wife’s family across the way.

Hadrien went the extra malm to add a few extra gil to the sentries pay that week to keep their mouths shut, lest they tattle on Ottoline. But his gesture was not necessarily one of pure-hearted good will. He expected some kind of entertainment in return.

After all, she had no idea that he was aware of her tryst.

He stood with an ear pressed to Ottoline’s door, corners of a blank letter twirling between his fingers. The hushed exchanges were enough to indicate that they were awake.

And he knocked. “Sister?” He managed, concealing the bubbling laughter that followed when her panicked gasp could be heard through the wood. Hysteric whispers and rustled sheets followed, and finally—silence.

“Yes?” She called back after a humorously long minute, in a perfectly rehearsed tooth-rotting tone.

He turned the knob, peeking into the space swathed in golds and tones of deep rhotano blue, eyes landing on his sister seated all too perfectly in bed with her perfectly smoothed hair and nightgown positioned perfectly on her shoulders. She even went so far as to force a smile on her face.

“Good morning, brother, what is it that you need?” that sickeningly sweet timbre.

“I have a missive I must send but I seem to have misplaced my—erm—what is it called?” He held up an unsealed envelope, naught but a blank sheet folded into its pocket. As he paced closer to her bed, feigning his forgetfulness, he could see the angry panic simmering behind her expression.

“A stamp?” She blurted.

“No, not a stamp…”

“a seal?”

A slow smile, slower syllables. “Yes—seal. A wax seal. That’s what I need, do you have one?”

She exhaled, went so far as to push back the sheets and hop out of bed, crossed the room to her desk (muddled with a myriad of loose papers and forgotten pens).

As she fiddled through the mess he glanced about the room, at the floor that bordered her bed. No stray articles.

Then to the potential hiding spots.

Not behind the curtains, Janlenoux wasn’t so foolish. Not under the bed, she had a decades worth of items crammed beneath there; it was difficult to believe he’d attempt to slot himself between them in the minute they had to scramble. Then to a mysteriously long lump of what should be pillows that lined one edge of her bed. He raised a brow at that.

So, he strolled. Slowly, gingerly. And took a seat atop the lump.

Pillows indeed.

“What are you doing?’ She asked when she turned, seal in hand. Her grip looked a little too tight, he feared the wood might snap.

Hadrien shrugged, ran his hands across the quilted satin. “Is this new bedspread?”

“No, it’s not—here’s your seal—” she pulled him up, forced the item into his hands, pushed him towards the door. “I need to get ready, so I must ask you to leave.”

He fought against her alarming strength, stopping her with a raised hand. There was the wardrobe, closed—but with a peek of bronzed gossamer seeping from the crack. She would not let her dresses, so carefully crafted, get caught in the wood—potentially ruined.

He leaned down to her height, gestured for her to move in closer, as if someone else might hear. Had to hold back his chuckle as he asked, “he’s in the wardrobe, isn't he?”

“Get. Out.”

[aroseyetbloomedwrites]

Been thinking about Janlenoux and Adelphel, idly. Francel and Janlenoux baking treats for each other and for Adelphel.

Maybe even a Bakery AU... who should be the baker? Ah... maybe... Janlenoux and his boyfriend becoming attached to the cute regular who comes in for the espresso cream croissants... and Francel, discovering the bakery... and becoming interested in the baker and his little helper who always gives him an extra rolanberry pastry whenever he can...

They can also serve coffee there too, right? He always gets a latte and Janlenoux and Adelphel make little hearts in his cup with the foam...

Maybe Francel can help them out! Maybe he can do advertising for them!!!