#iieha beautemps

[heavens-light-and-hells-ice]

To the soon-bride

Delivered by rush courier, a small and very carefully wrapped bundle. Within is a little posy, modest in outward appearance, all blue and white and fastened with ribbons of the same: clusters of orange blossoms, sage and mugwort, and speedwell.

There is only a very brief note, which reads:

To Lady Iieha Beautemps, congratulations and a wish for every joy. May the years ahead of you unfold with peace and contentment, and may the Twelve bless you with prosperity and abundance.

Yours faithfully, Gwenneth & Rosaire Ledigne

(( @heretics-blood :3 ))

[vergiliaux]

Icon commission for @sharlayan/@dravanian!

[bhryn-art]

My shoulder hurts but I am SO STRESSED OUT and anxious atm that I HAVE TO DRAW - so have some doodles of my fellow Tax Evasion peeps ;) ( @sagolii-snowflake @faerie-apples @rolanberrycheesecake @dravanian ) - they only take me about 15 mins each. Good exercise for a fucked up shoulder. <3 Ferai

Now my anxiety and panic compels me to eat chips and cry horribly.

[dat-paw]

some shots from the Riskbreakers Third Anniversary Party

feat. @dravanian as the punk that shattered my axe with a kick, then shattered my breastplate with a punch. small dragon is deceptively strong and absolutely will deliberately break ur stuff

so now not only do i get war flashbacks to my equipment getting broken in FFT, i get to have them over FFXIV too i’m in HELL

bonus:

bullied

[onwesterlywinds]

Iieha Beautemps parks her ADS node on the Sandsea’s lawn. Ashelia Riot: What the- Iieha Beautemps: It took so long to fix up! I'm so happy it works! Ashelia Riot: That's... Iieha Beautemps: I still haven't given it a name though... Ashelia Riot: That's an Allagan relic! Iieha Beautemps: Mhm! It is! Isn't it amazing! Ashelia Riot's voice grows more and more heated. Ashelia Riot: How did you even find it?! And how did you possibly get it in working condition?! Iieha Beautemps: I found it out in Coerthas when they were digging up some relics and I really wanted to have it fixed up! Iieha Beautemps stares up and thinks. Iieha Beautemps: Let's see... I had to find a new working core which I took out of some free ruins in the Aery. When I had to go get it fixed the person I asked to decided not to and then gave the work to someone in the Sons of Saint Coinach... They said the person really enjoyed working on it! Ashelia Riot buries her face in disbelief. Iieha Beautemps: None of the weaponry works so all it does is fly and save some internal data! Ashelia Riot: Don't you understand how dangerous- Ashelia Riot: ... Ashelia Riot: GET IT AWAY FROM ME. Iieha Beautemps: But it likes you! Iieha Beautemps: Or maybe it’s scanning you. Ashelia Riot: There is nothing to scan. Make it stop. Ashelia Riot is concealing several knives and a handgun. Iieha Beautemps: Anyways, I've dealt with enough Allagan stuff, trust me. I only got interested in it when I went with research teams to help them dismantle stuff in the Coils... Ashelia Riot: But you weren't the one who repaired it, you said. Iieha Beautemps: Nope! I only found the core for it. Someone else repaired it for me. Ashelia Riot: No one in the Sons has enough working knowledge to repair Allagan relics. That means- Ashelia Riot: ...Iieha, get rid of that thing. Now. Iieha Beautemps: Aw but why! Iieha Beautemps pouts when she can see how furious Ashelia Riot looks. Iieha Beautemps: Okay okay! Ashelia Riot: Was the person who repaired it a Garlean?! Iieha Beautemps: How should I know! Ashelia Riot: There are only two kinds of people with the means to repair artifacts of such a complex nature: Allagans themselves, and Garleans. Iieha Beautemps: Oh yeah... isn't a lot of Garlean technology just ripped off copies of Allagan stuff? AHA! Maybe it was an ALLAGAN! Ashelia Riot: ...Tell me everything you did to get in contact with this person. Iieha Beautemps: Well... I went to the Sons of Saint Coinach after that rude Miqo'te decided not to help me and they said they knew a person working in the field that could fix it up no problem. The only thing they asked for in exchange was to extract the data if there even was any inside the machine.  Ashelia Riot: Garlean technicians with Allagan data. Excellent. Iieha Beautemps: I mean maybe they want to learn more about the past! Don’t the Sons study Allagan stuff? Ashelia Riot: And with more information from the past, the more they will be able to draw upon Allagan powers in the future. Iieha Beautemps: I think you're worried too much! It was probably just a normal researcher! I mean why would a Garlean be working with the Sons of Saint Coinach? Ashelia Riot is annoyed with Iieha Beautemps. Ashelia Riot: You didn't meet him face to face? You saw nothing of him? Iieha Beautemps: Oh wait... Iieha Beautemps stares up and thinks; she seems to be almost blushing. Ashelia Riot: ...Iieha. What did he look like? Iieha Beautemps: He was this really tall handsome fellow! I actually thought he might have been with the Alchemists’ Guild... He sounded so excited just getting the chance to fix up a machine. That's all I remember, really. Iieha Beautemps points to her hair. Iieha Beautemps: Blonder than me too! Ashelia Riot fumes at Iieha Beautemps. Iieha Beautemps: G-Goodness Ashe! Ashelia Riot: HE'S A GARLEAN. Iieha Beautemps tilts her head slowly. Iieha Beautemps: I don't even know what a Garlean looks like! I mean I trust you! B-But how do you even know that then! Ashelia Riot: Pure Garleans- Ashelia Riot spits out the first word as though it's poisonous. Ashelia Riot: -are extremely tall, as tall as Roegadyn. They're fair of skin and hair, and they have a white third eye in their foreheads. Iieha Beautemps: I... didn't see any third eye. Ashelia Riot: That doesn't necessary mean he didn't have one. Was he wearing something on his forehead? Iieha Beautemps: How was I even supposed to know! All I got was some really good looking researcher fixed my ADS- Iieha Beautemps: Oh! Yes he was! It was some kind of Allagan mask. Covered his eyes and forehead. Iieha Beautemps: O-Oh. Ohhhhh. Iieha Beautemps looks off. Ashelia Riot sighs in exasperation and holds a side of her face in one hand, lost in thought. Ashelia Riot: Please tell me where you met with him. I promise I won't hurt him, unless he should seek to hurt us first. Iieha Beautemps’s face is just practically red in sheer embarrassment. Iieha Beautemps: ...A-A-At the camp for the Sons in Mor Dhona. Ashelia Riot is going through a mental checklist in her head, trying to think of who it could be. Ashelia Riot: ...There are two possibilities. Neither of them bode well. Iieha Beautemps: ...Yeah? Ashelia Riot scans the area around Iieha Beautemps. Ashelia Riot: We'll talk inside. Iieha Beautemps: Am I in trouble because I just said I think a Garlean is handsome? Ashelia Riot: No! Ashelia Riot suggests otherwise with her angry tone. Iieha Beautemps: W-Well! Ashelia Riot: My office!

[rose-in-the-stone-moved]

Letter to Iieha - 6/26

It is a moogle that finds the letter delivered safely into the hands of Iieha Beautemps, that she may be greeted by the sight -- and scent -- of a familiar script across parchment that smells faintly of something floral, and the unremarkable seal that holds it closed.

To Miss Iieha Beautemps, written on this 26th Sun of the Third Umbral Moon, with the warm greetings of her friend, Gwenneth Gilrouis.

Iieha,

It is to my regret that I was unable to speak with you properly after the Tournament of the Wand, and so wish to express my happiness at having been able to see you participate, and hope that despite your title having been passed to another, you were able to enjoy the festivities.  Pleasantries on that subject aside, however, I should like you to know that I was worried about your injuries all the while, though must also confess that my anxieties were overwhelmed by the surprise felt at seeing just what, exactly, it is that you are capable of.  Had I more ink at my disposal, I fear you would find yourself presented with a very long list of questions.  Another day, perhaps?  I would like to hear what stories you doubtless have to tell.

Of Ishgard, where stories are concerned, I fear that I have little news. Save for the murmurings of this and that surrounding the mobilization of some houses’ knights to the south at the behest of the Alliance, the moon or so since we last had the opportunity to speak has been fairly, blessedly quiet. If those parties who had so audaciously called for bloodshed among the Ishgardian people have not already been apprehended by the Congregation, then they at least have the good sense to recognize that there are graver matters at hand and, if we are fortunate, more sensible measures to be taken in order to have one's grievances heard; far preferable to what atrocities they would dare commit.

And though I may write of the matter too lightly when it is you who have suffered most, alongside others, in the wake of their great noise-making, please know that there will not be a day that goes by in which I do not keep an ear to the winds for word of any further trouble that stirs, however long it may be that you are away from Ishgard. I tire of monsters being made of innocents, and those who hold fast to their piety being cast in what unfortunate light is shed by those torch-wielding few -- all of these things that we have spoken on before.

So if you will allow me, instead, to speak of other tidings: It is my happy privilege to tell you of my engagement to our mutual friend, Lord Rosaire Ledigne.

While there is yet to be a proper date set, I wished for you to be among those first to know, as if it had not been for your actions in Ishgard under the guise of Fafnir, a meeting between he and I and what association arose from it would never have come to pass.  And so while I know that the moons following those first suns of Fafnir’s appearance were wrought with strife, and unhappiness, and doubt, and that you may at times wonder if any good did come of it at all, I pray you will remember, at least, this one little good that did, however selfish it may be of me to say as much.  

All the same, Iieha, I am in a strange way very grateful.

And for all the good you have yet to do, please know that my thoughts and encouragement go with you. Perhaps it has already come to pass that you are crossed the wall; I cannot say when this letter will find you, then.  If already you have, then know that I worry for you every day that you are gone, however much I recognize that once you put your heart to what you believe must be done, you will give it every onze of your all.  I will pray that you go careful all the same, and that if you have not yet departed, you may remember your poor fretting friend in what preparations you make, so as to give them that much more consideration!

Until such a time that I may have the pleasure of hearing those tales you bring back from wherever it is that the winds have carried you, I hope that they stay beneath your wings and bring you safely home.

Yours, sincerely,

Gwenneth

@heretics-blood

[theriskbreakers-rp]

Livvy Ahtynwyb: ...We did it. Sylvan Rain: Are you alright? Iieha Beautemps: N-No! It isn't done! H-His eyes--! Iieha Beautemps: We must separate them from his catalyst b-but... Estinien Wyrmblood is still breathing, still fighting Nidhogg for control of his own body. Iieha Beautemps swallows heavily as she approaches the dragoon her aether trying to push back at Nidhogg's. Iieha Beautemps: N-No! Stop the aether will hurt you! Estinien Wyrmblood: Get... back... Chakha Sagahl: The shade will linger as long as the eyes remain! Iieha Beautemps gently reaches out for the right eye incased on the dragoon's pauldron. Her eyes close and she says something quietly to him. It sounds soothing as she grips onto the embedded eye. Iieha Beautemps: Be still, please... Sylvan Rain is pushed back by a sudden surge of dark energy. She quickly sits up, breathing heavily. Sylvan Rain: It.. it remains! A'zaela, finish it! A'zaela Linh watches the scene, almost stunned. With the blue aura flaring around her, she isn't sure she can do it. She's certain she'll become a dragon's thrall within moments of touching the eyes. She is visible hesitation in her posture. Iieha Beautemps is humming something despite the tension rising in the air as she keeps her grip steady to wedge the eye out. Iieha Beautemps: Ong drah orh... non drah orh... sohm, sohm... sohm... Iieha Beautemps looks to A'zaela Linh and reaches to guide her hand. Iieha Beautemps: You'll be alright. Rivienne Marcellus circles the group with her blade out in the open. Rivienne Marcellus: Destroy these accursed things. A'zaela Linh runs towards the dragoon, reaching for the bloody eyes. The amount of raw aether hits her hard as she stares back at Iieha Beautemps, knowing what must be done. She reaches for the other eye and /pulls/ with all of the might of a dragoon. Aymeric de Borel: The eyes! Cast them into the abyss! Iieha Beautemps wrests free the eye at Estinien Wyrmblood's pauldron and throws it over the side of the Steps of Faith. A'zaela Linh is far too nervous to hold her for longer than needed; she tosses it without too much thought to it, as she really doesn't want to become a dragon. The rest of the horde retreats at once, back to the Churning Mists, albeit without their leader. Livvy Ahtynwyb: We've done it! A'zaela Linh cannot stop rubbing her hands on her pants. Like somehow, the residue from the eyes can ruin all of the work she's done and turn her. She's truly terrified. Ivaan Arkwright: We lived. Ivaan Arkwright looks about just to double check. Ivaan Arkwright: We did it... Iieha Beautemps looks up to the sky as she sees the surge of aether released in the form of Nidhogg. Iieha Beautemps: Sohm, Nidhogg...

[nemophilisty]

An Iieha spotted (๑✧◡✧๑) @dravanian

[sequoiaofeorzea]

@dravanian I saw your Chibi Samurai art and made me think of the color of blue porcelain. Porcelain Dragon.

[mikhasunthistle]

Baby steps

A job took Mikha to Churning Mists. A seemingly simple one, just dropping off a package to one Iieha Beautemps. 

If he had known the job would take him to an area full of dragons, he might have thought twice about accepting it.

If he had known what the person he was delivering it to really was, he would have thought about it twice more...

But in the end he didn’t get eaten, and he learned some things about dragons from her.

He might even go back sometime...

@dravanian

[rasenkaikyo]

Hinako was at a crossroad.

The sake was poured. The offerings were set. The priestess prayed before the kamidana. She didn’t skip a day as long as she could help to pray there, to offer her blessings as ever to Sarutahiko - To protect the home, to watch over Mozu--

Her head hung low.

It had been a critical time. For the first time in years, the shadow of the Empire did not loom so large. Doma was free, and Hina had the privilege to use her successes in Kintsugi to aid in her restoration. Even if she could not truly return to the village she loved, and the temple she served, her people stood a chance to right themselves again on native soil. And she was so in love with Mozu, who welcomed her to share her bed.

A bed that Hina had gotten up from, alone once again that day.

The future should be bright, but why did it feel as if the skies had darkened still?

Sure, not much had changed from Hina’s routine, yet she couldn’t brush off the eves in which Mozu was home; the sense of pride and accomplishment her girlfriend had carried from another outstanding mission had seemed to dim and fade. Their country was won, but Mozu’s spirit was darkening still. She would never admit it, but it was plain as day to Hina. The embattled soul was being worn thin, and she had an inkling as to why.

And then she turned back to her employer. It was the most unlikely means for succor for a priest like her, but it was the hand the kami had dealt her; she was drawn in by the charisma of House Beautemps and her empathy with Kirisame, a fellow Doman. But these days, Rainemard was a seldom sight and Iieha had left the company entire... and the House felt colder for it.

What was keeping her?

Hinako was suddenly snapped out of her retrospection by a sudden feeling on on her thigh. She looked over to see Raiken, with one paw on her leg. The young mameshiba tilted his head up at Hina quizzically, prompting her to reach over and pet him behind the ears. She simpered; he has been ever there for her whenever Mozu couldn’t be. Truly, she’s been such a gift in her life, and she needed to give more back.

It gave Hinako the comfort and clarity she needed, and she took a deep measured breath. She knew that she could never return to the way things were, but it had offered a new lease on her life, as a priest and an individual. She had been raised on strict discipline, wont to keep herself reserved and at times hold back her true feelings. She had fought hard for her personal freedom and now she had fought for others’... and there were still fights she needed to fight.

Her head now held high once more, a calm and firm demeanor washed over her, she stood up before the shrine. Her world was yet in the midst of change, and the kami would not see her sit and wait.

[heavens-light-and-hells-ice]

A bouquet for Iieha.

Meanwhile, a delivery is sent, "To Lady Iieha Beautemps, care of Miss Mandalina Elendil" -- not via the House Pepin floral courier but by an unliveried Coerthan who, having completed this mission of exceptional sensitivity for a man to whom he owes much, turns 'round to disappear back into the countryside.

A huge paper-wrapped parcel protects an unusual, large, and complex bouquet, chiefly formed of three 'branches'. One, white-and-crimson, has drooping bells of chequered fritillary and dark purple Echites wound amongst almond twigs in blossom; accompanying is a long green stem of traveler's joy woven with a stem of belladonna. The bouquet is finished with a third arm, a tall green stalk topped with nubby, pale green buds -- goldenrod not yet in bloom.

The closest thing to an explanation is a very brief note, unsigned:

A wise woman thinks of those who care for her before pitching a battle she cannot win.

... And within the dense leaves and blossoms, so well-concealed that she recipient might not even be able to find it until the cut plants begin to wilt, is wound a golden chain on which hangs a blood-red bauble in the shape of a fang.

(( @heretics-blood ))

[hasty-touch]

19 n 23!

For “Relationship & Courting antics” meme:

19. ♥ What was their first impression about their partner/person they are courting?

I actually have the log of the moment Rosaire met Gwenneth handy. It was during the meeting he arranged with “Saint Fafnir” and her followers outside the city:

Rosaire Ledigne nods slowly. “To that end… I would propose, with full understanding that it may be outside your comfort, that you come to speak at Saint Reymanaud’s.”

Aramis Dumas: “Would you be able to ensure the Clergy would not intervene?”

Reima Awen ’s eyes widen anew, removing her hat as she looks to Fafnir, and again to Rosaire.

Iieha Beautemps: “…You wish for me to speak at the Cathedral, whatever for?”

Iieha Beautemps: “Pray forgive but surely it does not sit well with the Clergy…?”

Iieha Beautemps: “Be that it may, I simply worry for the backlash..”

Rosaire Ledigne looks at Aramis, then at Reima, his gaze lingering just a bit overlong on her face. Then he looks back at Fafnir.

Rosaire Ledigne: “You speak for unity and peace, do you not, my lady?”

Reima Awen pipes up.  "I think I…see why. The people of Ishgard are familiar with the Church. A message there might be better received; things united.“

(Notes for clarity: Gwenneth was still going by “Reima Awen” at the time, and Iieha was in disguise as “Fafnir”.)

So what was the meaning of that overlong look at her face…?

… He was memorizing it, because the followers of Fafnir (whom he was, in this scene, attempting to manipulate for the Ardently Faithful’s ends) customarily disguised their faces, so by knowing hers he might be able to uncover the identities of the whole ring. :|

That said… later, when he spent many bells at Gwenneth’s address, hoping to speak to Fafnir about an unexpected development, (even ending up falling asleep on Gwen’s couch while waiting,) he did have time to reflect on the loveliness of her features, and their resemblance, though she was Hyur, to those of someone he had once loved…

Valroit meanwhile met Perrine off-screen, IIRC back when he was Rosaire’s NPC and before he was rolled as a character on Balmung. He was preoccupied with a lot of things at the time – Perrine came in, after all, as a bodyguard for Rosaire because Rosaire was beaten up in the Brume – but he was impressed with her on his first meeting. His stream of thought would have gone something like: “Wow, this knight – he’s so cool and handsome! … Wait… ‘he’? She? Could they be… like me??????”

A natural curiosity and attraction inclined him to continue to work closely with Perrine, and they ended up moving in together in an apartment overlooking Rosaire’s in order to keep an eye on traffic. And then they were roommates……………..

23. ♥ Do they apologize to their partner even if it wasn’t their fault?

Rosaire does, yes. He is, after all, in Contrition Mode for basically his whole life up to this point, so if something unpleasant happens he’s inclined to apologize for it whether or not he really had any ability to mitigate it.

Valroit also tends to apologize, almost as a submissive appeasement gesture that’s been drilled into him by his experience as a lowborn at the Scholasicate (and… elsewhere…) He doesn’t tend to genuinely blame himself, though – apologies just tumble out of his mouth automatically.

Rosaire, in comparison, does tend to feel guilty. But his tendency to apologize comes from almost the opposite place as Valroit’s – an exaggerated sense of his own importance (”because I ought to be controlling everything and making it perfect, it’s my fault”) and also a bit of a tendency to negative narcissism (”I’m going to relate this to myself and my self-concept and brood about it.”) He’s not too bad, and it’s mitigated by genuine concern and desire to be helpful and kind, but he definitely has those tendencies.

I don’t know if my answer for this one made any sense. |3;;;

[keeperofthelilacs]

Winners of the FFXIV Contest!

Our Grand Prize Winner was @dravanian - Iieha Beautemps

Featuring  Terra Branford from FFVI

Our Second Place Winner  - @missmeioh -  Trista Meioh

Featuring - Cheshire Cat.

Our 3rd Place Winner Cherry Blossom of Ultros! (no tumblr)

Featuring - Belle from Beauty and the Beast

Our 4th Place Winner @abalathian -  Talia Ardelle

Featuring From Atsuko "Akko" Kagari from Little Witch Academia

Once again, a Huge thank to to all the Judges! @devalentione @manawalls and @ryuzoji

And a SUPER HUGE thank you to everyone who participated! We had an outstanding turnout of 18 entries to chose from. We appreciate all the creativity and time put into this, so thank you for joining us in this contest. 

[livvyplaysfinalfantasy]

Iieha Beautemps: BLOOD FOR THE SERAPH.

Livvy Plays Rabanastre was a big success! We got a few people their clears, we showed the fight to people who wouldn’t be able to see it otherwise, and we had a really fun time in all. A huge thanks to everyone who participated; it was an absolute blast.

[onwesterlywinds]