#Janlenoux de Courcillant

[queenofnohr]

the loneliness of a princess

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[deardarkmoon]

brittle sparrow

[aroseyetbloomedwrites]

Not so fleeting, familiar touches.

[eemamminy-art]

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

[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...

[lunarosewood23]

FFXIVWrite2023 Prompt 2: Bark

Set a little after 3.0 in the Forelands. Raven laments over her talons and remembers those lost.

CW: Mentions of Death, Mourning

Word Count: 673

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It had been harder to hold pens and other writing instruments since her inheritance awakened.

Raven stared down at the black talons that extended from her fingers, her once blunt nails that she would bite on when anxious turned into long claws, a permanent mark of what Nidhogg’s blood had done to her. She couldn’t really make a proper fist, though she damn well tried on several occasions, and she needed to learn how to get used to a pen in her hand again.

Still, Raven felt a need to make it to where those lost on Azys Lla were remembered. Their names etched into something to signify that they were people who were loved and were mourned.

So she went out hunting and in addition to her meal for the night she found a huge piece of bark that had come off of a tree and began to carve their names into the surface. It would be crude and ugly, but she felt as though she needed to preserve their names. Preserve them as people, not tools. She felt tears begin to sting in her eyes as she used her talons as her quill, what she knew of them sprung to the forefront of her mind.

Ignasse de Vesnaint - A dragoon, though she wasn’t sure of much else about him other than he and Ser Vellguine were close.

Vellguine de Bourbagne - The oldest among them. Silent, but kind.

Hermenost de la Treaumaille - A man of deep faith and a mage who passed along to her how to imbue magic into weapons as he did with his battleaxe.

Grinnaux de Dzemael - Brutish arsehole who bullied her when she was small, but Raven knew that his fate wasn’t one he deserved. 

Paulecrain de Fanouilley - Raven didn’t know much about him, other than that he was a former knight of House Fortemps that had been dismissed, and that he seemed close with Grinnaux.

Noudenet de Jaimberd - A bookish sort who liked magic. He seemed to be interested in Mingxia’s, and to some extent her own.

Haumeric de Peulagnon - Coronette’s dearest and the one who taught Mingxia Coerthan ice conjury. She remembered how Coronette had passed Serella her sword to do a blow for her when she was told of his fate.

Adelphel de Chevraudan - A notorious flirt and one of the fastest swordsmen she’d ever seen. She remembered the family of older sisters he was leaving behind and her heart squeezed.

Janlenoux de Courcillant - Always seen with Adelphel, the moon to Adelphel’s sun. And a wonderful culinarian. Were he not on duty he would be volunteering in her mama’s kitchen.

Guerrique de Montrohain - A sweet one, if a bit loud. A soft-spoken Raen named Yitsuge liked him. One of Zephirin’s most loyal, and to her knowledge they were close friends.

Zephirin de Valhourdin - Raven knew him to be a noble and just soul. Mingxia’s sister Kaia was in love with him and he loved her. She remembered having a small crush on him as a teen, but he was focused on his own goals to notice her.

Charibert de Leusignac Cross - Raven let out a sob as she wrote the name of her brother. She lost him once already when she was seven summers, and then she hadn’t seen or heard from him for a score. And of course the fates would be cruel to her by giving him back only to take him away again. The one who would sit and teach her words and scripture and answer her questions about the faith. She dragged her talon across his surname and replaced it with her own. Even though he was never formally adopted, he was a Cross, and damn anyone who would try arguing that. She knew he did horrible things, but she wanted to believe there was more to it than pure cruelty. Their mama taught them all better than that.

She set the bark aside as she hugged her knees, weeping for them, as she knew their families would be back home.

[dxvotionis]

Name | Adelphel de Chevraudan Titles | Ser Adelphel the Brightblade Occupation | Knight of the Heavens' Ward Age | 22 Gender | Male (Trans) He/him Species | Elezen; Wildwood Loyal to | Ishgard, The Holy See, The Archbishop

Adelphel’s parents were Durant and Elaine de Chevraudan. The Chevraudan family was low nobility and a dying house - Durant was the last of his family. Durant and Elaine met young and had a brief, whirlwind romance that led to a quick marriage. But things soon enough went bitter as they were unable to conceive. Durant blamed Elaine and she resented him in turn. She had quit her studies to join the clergy to marry him, and their marriage was falling apart. She sought comfort elsewhere, and as it turned out, she was not the one with the fertility problems. She told her husband early on, and they both agreed that it was best not to rock their already weak standing with a scandal, and so Durant would give this child the Chevraudan name. Elaine went to stay outside of Ishgard to have the child, claiming health reasons (but it was in case the child looked nothing like their ‘father’). And Adeline de Chevraudan was born. As she grew up, she was still kept away from Ishgard. Elaine homeschooled her and Durant made it clear to Adeline that she was not his daughter and he wanted nothing to do with her. But that that was a secret that she must never tell. When she was around thirteen, Adeline told her mother that she wasn’t a girl. That he was a boy, that he wanted to be a boy. Elaine accepted this with ease and gave her son a new name - an altered version of the first she’d given him; Adelphel. His father did not approve. But Adelphel had grown into a stubborn child, quick witted and uncaring about his father’s opinion. He told his father point blank that he could accept him as a boy, or he would tell everyone he was a bastard and ruin their name. Durant retaliated the only way he could and told Adelphel that if he wanted to be a boy, he should do what boys do and go off and become a knight and fight the dragons. And so, Adelphel returned to Ishgard proper and spent the next years of his life training and perfecting his swordsmanship. He had a natural talent for the beauty of it and quickly impressed those around him. Prior to his being knighted, he fought as a soldier wherever he was needed - meeting Janlenoux de Courcillant and forming a close friendship. After Janlenoux was knighted and offered a place in the Heavens’ Ward, Adelphel strived towards that goal as well. And when he was 21, he earned the same honour. He was given the epithet Brightblade and he wore it with honour. He’d earnt a position that put him above his father’s control. He felt important. He felt special. Only him, his parents and Janlenoux know that he is trans. Only he and his parents know that he is a bastard. Only he and his mother know a deeper secret.

Verse | Main Set until The Singularity Reactor

Verse | Survival He barely survives Azys Lla, and in those moments of realisation, he gives up. He flees. He just goes. He avoids Ishgard, slowly recovering. He sells his sword, his shield, his armour. He’s been known by his epithet so when he gives the name Chevraudan it isnt readily recognised. But now, for the first time in his life, he is away from Ishgard. He feels the warmth of the world and realises how he’s never known it. He still finds such beauty in the art of battle and eventually crosses paths with a troupe of Thavnairian dancers and becomes incredibly enamoured with them. He ends up leaving for Thavnair and thats where he stays for quite a while. During the Final Days, though, with the reveal of Vrtra, he sees that even a dragon can do the right thing and hiding here when he can fight was not worth it. He returns to Coerthas to seek out his parents, finding his mother alive and he protects her. His father had turned, but he would not be mourned.

[knightstwelve]

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zephirin de valhourdin: history will vindicate us vellguine de bourbagne: all men must serve each in their own way charibert de leusignac: sickness must be purged grinnaux de dzemael: clever men die just as quick as the rest adelphel: and in turn adored beauty above all else paulecrain de fanouilley: virtue from the poisoned wine haumeric de peulagnon: worm of the dell guerrique de montrohain: ten in our hearts hermenost de la treaumaille: levinlight noudenet de jaimberd: the third son janlenoux de courcillant: naught less naught more ignasse de vesnaint: who are we to deny it

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[lyrieuxsicons]

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[cornunut]

some moments from before the ward (for most of them)

[eulmoreofficial]

The Wedding of Thancred & Urianger – pt.v (Thanc Water & Uriangerr Augureit)

【Spriggan // Chaos DC】

[queenofnohr]

Janlenoux & Odeline sketchpage by @/deadanimedads on twitter!

Inspired by the writing exercise I did for him on Ao3!

[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.”

[knights-of-ishgard]

HAPPY 6TH BIRTHDAY HEAVENSWARD

let's celebrate this fine day with the knights of the heavens' ward

[spiralheaven]

assorted ishgardians

[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.