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Junelezen2024 Day 3 - Breakfast
a breakfast that went really wrong
As Ciel had anticipated upon first meeting the warrior, all foolish thoughts were blown away. Ciel was peacefully eating breakfast in the empty Forgotten Knight. The morning hours were quiet and peaceful. Unfortunately for Ciel, the happiness didn't last long.
She heard heavy, unhurried footsteps coming down the stairs to the main hall, saw the tavern owner's face change. The footsteps stopped beside her and a moment later, a powerful, armoured hand came down heavily on her shoulder. She was nearly knocked off from her chair. "Oh, Shorty," came Dzemael's familiar voice, "you're just who we were looking for." Ciel noted to herself that she had prefer Grinnaux's tone of voice from the night. His faithful companion stood beside the berserker and scrutinised the empty room. The owner of the establishment looked warily at the two knights, then at the young man who was peacefully eatung his apple and completely ignoring Archbishop personal guards. "And good morning to you too sirs," Ciel replied politely, carefully ignoring the nickname that made her eye twitch, "to what do I owe the honour? "Tomorrow's lesson with the boys is cancelled, - the warrior grinned darkly. Leaning over, he whispered in Ciel's ear, "You'll be training with us. Ciel choked at the news. The lancer patted boys back helpfully.
"Why?" the young man wheezed. Dzemael almost laughed out loud. Paulecrain grinned and tried to calm the coughing boy. "Don't worry, they were just sent on an urgent errand. And you've been assigned to us. As the only available for the day." The weight of the hand disappeared from his shoulder. "Be there at five," Dzemael said over his shoulder. "And don't be late, I hate that." Ciel sighed heavily and rested her head on the bar with a sigh of misery. "Sir Gibrillont, don't expect me tomorrow" Ciel moaned sorrowfully, without raising his head "Ciel, what do these knights want from you?" the veteran asked worriedly. "I thought you met Sir Guerrique by chance, but it seems you know not only him." "Yes, sir I know not only him." Ciel mumbled to the side. -Someone seems want me to suffer. I don't know why else they've made them my mentors for tomorrow's training."
P.S. When Junelezen2024 is over I will post everything in chronological order. In case anyone likes my story.
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remember you are not alone
the encouragement wasn't necessary, but eris appreciates it nonetheless. rip ser grinnaux and ser paulecrain
#ffxiv#ff14#haurchefant greystone#edmont de fortemps#alphinaud leveilleur#eris naydra#i hope everyone's seen the little detail during the trial by combat where haurche is cheering you on at the sidelines IT'S SO GOOD
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day 19: taken
verb: capture characters: warrior of light, paulecrain de fanouilley word count: 878 notes/warnings: a sort of continuation from sally; however, there is nothing explicit in this particular fic. the implications of noncon are still referenced.
Her lungs ache with the effort as she gasps herself awake, great glugs of air that burn fiercely in her throat, down into her lungs. Everything aches â it hurts to breathe, to move, every fiber of her being screaming in protest as she blinks blearily, once, twice. It hurts, but she has to move. It hurts, but as she finally begins to get her bearings, she feels the sense of panic muddy her thoughts, wincing through each fear-stricken huff as she forces herself up.Â
Itâs almost disorienting, how dark it is. The night is her birthright but this is oppressive, in every sense of the word as her vision adjusts, bit by bit. It takes her a moment to realize that sheâs laying on some sort of cot â too dingy and dirty to be a proper bed, no sheet for her to slip out from under. Itâs one of the only things she sees in the room with her â windowless, small, the air damp and cold.Â
Thereâs a door, though.Â
Trembling, she works to push herself up into a sitting position â freezes all over again when she hears the telltale rattle of chains, suddenly aware of the irons tight over her wrists; the awed horror dawning ever faster as she tries to swallow her panic, as it just twists up her spine anyway as she bites back a scream â
âHello, darling.âÂ
She flinches so hard it hurts. She hadnât even noticed him in the dark of the room, quiet as he was, as dark as it is.
âPaulecrain,â she gasps.Â
Her heart leaps into her throat before she can even think â so blinded by the sheer relief of seeing something familiar amidst the dreadful unknown. He must be here for her, she thinks frantically, heart hammering in her chest as she sits up fully, as she â
Stops.Â
It settles over her slowly, wariness trickling down her spine. Because she trusted him â like sheâd trusted Grinnaux, and heâd â
She really shouldnât cry. She canât afford to break.Â
Paulecrain notices anyway as he clicks his tongue, some low hum meant to soothe. She stares at him, wide-eyed in disbelief as he just â smiles at her. Pleasantly.Â
She bristles.Â
âWhere am I?â she chokes.Â
âDoes it matter?âÂ
She glowers at him, hands curling into fists. Â
âWhat of Ser Aymeric?âÂ
He shrugs. âWhat of him? Unless you mean to ask if your little rescue party was a success.â He sends her an unimpressed look as he gestures. âWhich, again â does it matter?âÂ
She doesnât realize sheâs trembling until she hears the faint rattle of her chains, the sputter in her breath as she tries to self-soothe. He looks at her patiently, almost sympathetically, if not for the ghost of a smirk darkening his features.Â
Her eyes narrow, bile rising in her throat.Â
âI deserve some answers, I think,â she says carefully, her voice hoarse. âIâm owed that much.âÂ
âI donât know that youâre in a position to be making demands, little warrior.âÂ
The familiarity is enough to bite, to have her wince. She scowls.Â
âAm I in a position to do anything?âÂ
He regards her, some unfathomable expression on his face. Her heart continues to race wildly, confused, terrified â and then he sighs.
âThe Lord Commander was regretfully allowed to slip from our hold, just as you and yours intended.â His smile softens and itâs â awful, ominous. âUnfortunate, but â well. It isnât as if we came away with nothing.â He leans in, smiles worse. âMany thanks to Ser Grinnaux.âÂ
She stares at him, murderous, heart thundering in her chest.Â
He stands, and itâs as if her body suddenly remembers how to move; she leaps to her feet, knees wobbling as she flattens back against the wall, anything to put space between her and the knight encroaching closer. He looks unimpressed at her sudden display, rolling his eye as he clicks his tongue. âSettle down,â he says, voice stern â like heâs scolding her for being rightfully afraid.Â
She lunges for the door.Â
She doesnât make it far enough â the chains donât allow her to even reach the handle before she runs out of slack, the irons halting her movement as they dig in sharply along her wrists.Â
That, and the elezen that moves to bar her way.Â
âCome now,â he scoffs, hands gripping her shoulders, âyou really think it isnât locked?âÂ
She flinches, tries to jerk away, her hands pushing off his chest to push him away, but thereâs nowhere to run in the cramped room; the wall rushes back up to meet her, her head smacking back against it as she reels. Thereâs a scream building in her throat but it doesnât quite form before heâs got his hands on her again, as he cradles her face in one palm and slaps her with the other.Â
Itâs enough to have her stop, dazed and swaying on her feet. Her pulse still races, so terrified it feels hard to breathe.Â
âSettle,â he repeats, harsher. âWe lost the Lord Commander. Who does that leave to question?âÂ
She blinks up at him wearily, her hands still flat against his chest.Â
âHeâs free. Heâll tell the truth, you know,â she breathes.Â
His thumb brushes one cheek, her other still stinging from the blow.Â
âSo will you.â
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FFXIV Write 2023 Day 5: Barbarous
âJust as I was beginning to doubt the efficacy of the Ishgardian justice system!â Alphinaud said with a nervous grin. âCome, my friendâlet us put an end to this mummer's farce!â
Aeryn gripped the hilt of her rapier, teeth grinding as the judges nodded.
In her mindâs eyes she again saw young Lord Francel standing on the precipice, ready to leap into Witchdrop of his own accord at the word of a heretic masquerading as an Inquisitor.
It had been so easy, for the false Guillaime to pit faithful Halonics against one another, to sow discord among allies and friends, to send innocents to their doom. He had been believed, allowed whatever excess of cruelty, while any aid and kindness she or Cid or Alphinaud had offered had been scorned and met with suspicion.
This was no different. She stood here to defend her few remaining companions because of the supposedly unimpeachable claims of yet more supposedly holy authority.
The arena was set and Tataru separated from them by bars. Ser Grinnaux and Ser Paulecrain smirked across from her and Alphinaud. Her young comrade took a shaky breath, his tome at the ready.
A trial by combat, to âproveâ her friendsâ innocence. What sort of illogical nonsense gripped her fatherâs countrymen?
Games between the High Houses, Count Edmont had said. Powerplays between those who cared naught for who was caught in their schemesâjust like in Ulâdah. This had nothing to do with the thrice-damned war!
Thank the Sisters her mother had had the wisdom to take them from this wretched place, to a homeland where both faith and educated reason coexisted.
The Judge held up his hands in supplication.
âO Halone, render unto us Your judgment! Raise up the righteous, and cast down the wicked!â
Fine. If they wished to resort to such barbarous methods as this, she would oblige. She fixed her eyes on Ser Grinnaux and his axe as she drew her sword.
Levin crackled in her hands, sparking down her blade. Icy wind played in her hair and clothes. She sensed the earth below her feet and fire behind her eyes, waiting to answer her call.
If her country of birth refused to be civilized, then she neednât be, either.
And they would remember that in this realm, the Fury was her patron.
#final fantasy xiv#ffxivwrite2023#Lyn Writing#Heavensward#Ishgard#Coerthas#Alphinaud Leveilleur#Tataru Taru#Grinnaux de Dzemael#Paulecrain de Fanouilley#Aeryn Striker
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7. Trial.
To the old and the infirm, the young and the weak, this right we allow. Very well. Who will stand for this woman?
Mimble was not much impressed with Ishgardian notions of legal procedure. Especially since the vaunted justice of The Fury appeared to rely upon the successful litigant being either too weak to fight for themselves, or too strong to lose in ritual combat.
He suspected that this arrangement quite suited the Ishgardian ruling class, since their access to better food and cleaner air tended to make them stronger and healthier than the poor, and their wealth and connections allowed them to take their pick of possible champions, should they require one.
Under such circumstances, the chances of an orphan from The Brume being willing to seek justice against an abusive noble seemed remote.
Consequently, whilst Mimble was conscious to be publicly respectful of Ishgardian traditions, he also rather relished the opportunity to chasten scornful bullies like Ser Grinnaux and Ser Paulecrain de Fanouilley.
That he did so bedecked in the symbols of Nophica was an entirely calculated touch.
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I was just in time, as Tataru claimed her right of a champion, the relief in her face was evident and I greeted Alphinaud with a determined nod. Together we faced Ser Grinnaux and Ser Paulecrain, confident and cocky with their stations. But they had not met me. Not the first, and not the last to scoff at the size of my body. I would show them how very wrong their thoughts of me were.
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Six Sentence Sunday
They do not have plates, for none had been sent up with them, and Mother Miounne's knowing smile as the three stood so near to one another, that perhaps she may have been tempted to send them away with one fork instead of three. But, with his single knife, he will cut three pieces, and by far they are phenomenally uneven, with intent to take the smallest for himself. He will tear off a piece of parchment so he has something to hold his pie slice with, back still turned on his companions so he can examine the food. The filling is dark, and seems to spill from the cut edges of the pie, it wafts with a slightly peppery and salty scent now that is is no longer confined by the flaky crust. Something about it seems creamy, bits of white chopped meat floating in the pooling, thick sauce. Ser Grinnaux, and Ser Paulecrain take the remaining seats, making them seem rather small compared to their bulky forms. The pie might not be enough.
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@dcminium: From Here
â stir your filthy eyes away from me. â he knew that look all too well and the thought brought a spread of light red upon his cheeks, neck and ears.
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Parts of him were yelling for him to pull back, to not push this further. And yet, this man oozes and screams with potential. He can smell his emotions and oh, so so sweet to him. How can he resist? Besides, would he not be doing all a favor if he acts now? His humanity screams no, yet his Titan side...it was hungry for new meat.
"Now now, such cruel and cold words, have I not been kind and entertained you enough to gain some trust ser?" His voice was gentle, and oh-so warm and sweet and comforting, with just a hint of pain. Ah yes, such a sweet sweet splash of blush. Walking slowly to the other, Angelic wraps his arms around the man, one hand sliding up his stomach to his pecks, and about from stomach to a side of a thigh, long nails gently dragging about the fabric and body before them. Cold to the touch. "I would never come here to hurt you ser, oh, but the opposite ~." Leaning in, he nuzzles the man's side. "Have I done anything that your body did not approve and ask for? Even the red on your cheek says otherwise. But, if you insist, I can simply leave you to fill the hollowness in your chest to fill yourself~<3."
Gently he pulls away, hand on the elezen's thigh dragging up and across the man's ass before the small pulls away. However, the hand on the peck slides down an arm and takes hold of Paulecrain's hand as Angelic shifts and leans about to kiss the back of the hand and knuckles gently before letting go. "Alas...and here I was hoping to serve your pain and loneliness, even if for a bit~." Eyes glow a bit with a playful gentle warmth, but there was something more to them.
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HAPPY 6TH BIRTHDAY HEAVENSWARD
let's celebrate this fine day with the knights of the heavens' ward
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Day 30 - Free Choice After King Thordan's dead, Zephirin went to a journey to set things right. He wants to find his brothers in arms to rebuild the Heavens' Ward for the greater good.
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It's okay
Ciel was already used to the oblique stares of the locals. The Brume dwellers didn't pay much attention to him, but in the upper city, it was a different story. They pointed their fingers at him, sniggering behind his back.
"It's okay." It was the members of the noble houses who annoyed him the most. âLook at that half-breed Millie, isn't that a sad sight?â âYes, Mistress. It couldn't be sadder.â The girl from an obviously noble house laughed melodiously. â And yet he's called a man. What a joke.â âCalm down. Ignore them.â
âRumour has it that he's a charge of the Heavens Ward, Mistress.â âI don't understand why distract their attention with this wretched creature. He won't be accepted into the Ward anyway.â âIt's all right, don't pay attention to stupid folk.â However, such behaviour ruined the mood. Staying in a dejected mood, the youth still reached the Heavens Ward building. Once he entered the common room, the warm air and the aroma of tea hit his face. âCharibert must be drinking tea by the fireplace. Hopefully at least the second half of the day will go smoothly.â He hoped faintly.
âCiel, you're just in time. Tea is almost ready.â came the familiar voice of the inquisitor. âHello,â Ser Zephirin said quietly. âWhy are you so gloomy kid?â Ser Ignasse inquired. âI'm sorry, I was just thinking. Everything's fine!â âGood, good,â muttered ĐĄharibert taking a sip of tea. âHey little fella!â The ever-cheerful Guerrique tussled Ciel's blond hair. âLook at what we found for you!â
âEnough Guerrique!â ĐĄiel laughed for the first time that day. âWhat is it?â
âTa-dam!â Guerrique pointed triumphantly at a stool standing off to the side. âNext time you argue with Grinnaux, be sure to use it. At least you won't have to crane your neck so much.â Paulecrain's laughter sounded nearby. âNow you're on equal footing, at least in height.â
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[They clean up rather nice.... when they want to.]
#ffxiv#crystal data center#Paulecrain#Grinnaux#Ser Paulecrain#Ser Grinnaux#Paulecrain Fanouilley#Grinnaux Dzemael#Heavens' Ward
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day 30: two heads are better than one
idiom: used to say that it is easier for two people who help each other to solve a problem than it is for one person to solve a problem alone. characters: grinnaux de dzemael, paulecrain de fanouilley, warrior of light word count: 929 notes: endwalker spoilers. thereâs something to be said for surviving the end of the world.
Not to say that thereâs a problem â not anymore anyway, thank the Fury âÂ
It still takes time for her to wake up, after. Itâs an agonizing period of touch and go, even after Thancred finally sneaks them into her room at the chirurgeonsâ. Grinnaux can only imagine what the first few days after the Ragnarokâs return were like, when he and Paulecrain were still left threatening whatever mage or Scion they could hunt down for information.
But then thankfully, finally âÂ
(It really is damning that she canât believe that sheâs alive â that even she cries once it sets in that sheâs safe, that sheâs home. He tells himself that heâll scold her for it later, when he isnât so blinded by sheer relief.)Â
âYou could return, you know,â she tells them weakly one afternoon, still bedridden. âI donât know if Thancred told you, but ââÂ
âYes, yes. We know all about your little contingency plan,â Paulecrain cuts in dryly.Â
She smiles, sheepish, near guilty in response. â...I told you I make good on my promises. Better to have a contingency than nothing at all, what with the possibility of â well. You know.âÂ
Grinnaux, for once, hums in lieu of the more scathing remark that lingers on his tongue. She still gets the message regardless as she clears her throat, continues, âI hear Ser Aymeric announced the pardon a few days prior. So, if youâre eager â or just bored, I know this canât exactly be riveting ââÂ
âArcelia.âÂ
âI just donât want you to feel â obligated ââÂ
Another set of unimpressed looks is enough to have her concede, warmth rising to her cheeks.Â
(Because theyâve already talked about it a few nights prior, while she had been fast asleep. The question of what now for once something full of promise, the opportunity finally afforded them after so many years. The fact that things are different now, as Paulecrain absently cards a hair through her hair, as Grinnaux smoothes a thumb over her bandaged knuckles. They both watch the steady rise and fall of her chest, the assurance of it all, and inherently know.
Besides, theyâve waited this long to return home. They can wait a little longer.)Â
Itâs all the more different when sheâs finally given permission to leave her bed at the chirurgeonsâ, finally able to return to her own room at the Annex. No longer bedridden, sheâs quick to make plans to travel, just as sheâd promised â but only after the celebration to be held at the Leveilleurâs in a few days time, finally able to be held now that their champion is well enough recovered to enjoy it.
But, until then â
The first few nights are almost bafflingly tender. Thereâs a certain sort of amusement in the sheer role reversal as they cross the threshold into her room, both a continuation of what was and the mark of something irrefutably new. She seems to notice as much, too, wringing her hands and fretting like there was anything to fret over, like it wasnât nice â like they werenât content tangled up together in bed, finally able to while away the time and talk. (Her bed is bigger than anything the chirurgeons had offered her, thank the Fury. Not that they were doing much else in it, considering her recovery, the mutual decision to not push, that first hurdle in the aftermath more daunting than any of them expect.)
The celebration itself is a return to form, at least.
Perhaps they all just needed a little drink to take the edge off. Perhaps habit was still habit in the end, Grinnaux thinks, as he locks the door to the first spare room they manage to find, as Paulecrain has her pressed up against it a moment afterwards. Some part of him reminds that they really should treat her gently, considering; that they should be quick, shouldnât even be doing this at all, because to slip away during an Ishgardian affair is a far different task than whisking away the Warrior of Light at her own party, but â
(Like she wasnât the one to tug on their sleeves with insistence; the unabashed hunger, the soft please â
The louder please, now, as Grinnaux tangles a fist in her hair and yanks.)Â
Thereâs enough clutter in the room to make it work â like they wouldnât have made it work regardless, having done more with less before; a spare desk that they spread her over, frenzied, rucking up her skirts because yes, of course, they wonât get cum on her dress â
(She really should be more used to this, he thinks; it isnât as if being the center of attention is new for her. He greedily licks the whine from her mouth when Paulecrain takes her first; cradles her jaw in one hand and coos in her face as she fumbles with the clasp of his pants, seemingly already dizzy with promise before she even takes him in hand, before he even pushes past her lips â)Â
Itâs another memory unearthed, after. Altered, though, as they fuss over her in the aftermath, stepping in to smooth her hair, helping to readjust her skirts, keeping her steady all the while as she wobbles on her feet.Â
(She seems to realize it, too, seemingly disarmed by the memory, a moment of pause as she blinks up at them both. Grinnaux just kisses her again, an answer to a question she should really know by now.)
âShall we escort you back?â
Paulecrain offers his hand to her, just like the first time.
This time, with a smile, she takes it.
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