#lovette vairemont

[halonicheart]

𝓘𝓷 𝓹𝓪𝓲𝓷, 𝓲𝓷 𝓹𝓪𝓲𝓷, 𝓶𝔂 𝓵𝓲𝓽𝓽𝓵𝓮 𝓬𝓱𝓮𝓼𝓽 𝓒𝓪𝓷’𝓽 𝓯𝓸𝓻𝓰𝓲𝓿𝓮 𝓶𝔂 𝓳𝓸𝔂𝓯𝓾𝓵 𝓼𝓮𝓵𝓯 𝓔𝓿𝓮𝓷 𝓲𝓯 𝓘 𝓾𝓷𝓭𝓮𝓻𝓼𝓽𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓲𝓽, 𝓲𝓽 𝓭𝓸𝓮𝓼𝓷’𝓽 𝓰𝓸 𝓪𝓼 𝓮𝔁𝓹𝓮𝓬𝓽𝓮𝓭 𝓘 𝓬𝓪𝓷’𝓽 𝓻𝓮𝓶𝓮𝓶𝓫𝓮𝓻 𝔀𝓱𝔂 𝓘’𝓶 𝓼𝓪𝓭

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𝒮𝒽𝑒 𝒹𝒾𝒹 𝓃𝑜𝓉 𝒽𝒶𝓋𝑒 𝓉𝑜 𝓈𝓊𝒻𝒻𝑒𝓇 𝒶𝓁𝑜𝓃𝑒 𝓎𝑒𝓉 𝓈𝓉𝒾𝓁𝓁, 𝓈𝒽𝑒 𝒸𝒽𝑜𝓈𝑒 𝓉𝑜 𝒹𝑜 𝓈𝑜 𝒾𝓃 𝓈𝒾𝓁𝑒𝓃𝒸𝑒. 𝒮𝒽𝑒 𝒹𝒾𝒹 𝒾𝓉 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝒶𝓈 𝓁𝑜𝓃𝑔 𝒶𝓈 𝓈𝒽𝑒 𝒸𝑜𝓊𝓁𝒹…

"𝙰 𝚋𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚖𝚎 𝚊𝚝 𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝. 𝙸𝚝'𝚜 𝚋𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑 𝚊𝚔𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚒𝚊𝚜𝚖𝚊, 𝚑𝚘𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚞𝚏𝚏𝚘𝚌𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚘𝚗 𝚖𝚢 𝚗𝚎𝚌𝚔. 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚌𝚞𝚛𝚍𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚊𝚒𝚕𝚜 𝚒𝚝 𝚞𝚗𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚑𝚎𝚜 𝚜𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚘 𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚋𝚕𝚢 𝚏𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚊𝚛. 𝙸 𝚝𝚛𝚢 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚕𝚎𝚎𝚙, 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚝𝚘 𝚠𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚍𝚞𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚛, 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚜 𝙸 𝚜𝚠𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝙸 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚜𝚎𝚎 𝚐𝚕𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚜𝚎𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚒𝚝'𝚜 𝚐𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚎𝚢𝚎𝚜… 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚊 𝚕𝚘𝚝 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚎. 𝙸 𝚊𝚖 𝚊𝚏𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚐𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚗 𝚒𝚝'𝚜 𝚏𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎𝚜, 𝚢𝚎𝚝 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝙸 𝚖𝚊𝚢 𝚊𝚕𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚢 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚝 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚖𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚋𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚏𝚊𝚌𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚜 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚊𝚝 𝚖𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚒𝚛𝚛𝚘𝚛. 𝙶𝚊𝚞𝚗𝚝, 𝚐𝚑𝚘𝚜𝚝𝚕𝚢… 𝚐𝚞𝚒𝚕𝚝𝚢. 𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚝, 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚐𝚞𝚒𝚕𝚝 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚍𝚎��𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚖𝚎 𝚜𝚘𝚘𝚗 𝚎𝚗𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑…" 𝓛𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓽𝓽𝓮

[halonicheart]

My most favorite glamours I’ve given Miss Lovette Vairemont

[halonicheart]

Last Smile

Summary: A brief Lovechefant ficlet of certain events in Heavensward, MSQ A Knight's Calling spoilers.

The world around was already twisting into a blurry sunset orange tango, coupled with the figures around him that were his comrades now becoming faceless silhouettes- blobs of sentient colors with faces that sound far off. It was almost comical when he weakly surveyed his surroundings that the only thing, the only person he could still make out more clearly than all else was her. Haurchefant cannot help but let out a weak, wheezing laugh at his own expense. Through his racing memories fogging his mind, he recalls the time he vouched for her and her company… in his fading moments, he admits to himself he mainly vouched for Lovette above everyone else, though he has his suspicions that his own father was well aware of the fact. At the time, he had called her a Beacon of Hope, a grand title for an even grander hero whose tales he will never get to hear. 

He meant every word of praise, he knew now that he had every right to call her such even when she looked at him as if moments away from shattering to pieces and the weight of the world crushing her heart, still she shone brightly in the abyss. Her tear ridden eyes glimmered like starlight, much like the way they did with joy the night they first met. In the midst of his reminiscing, he realizes her lips are moving- likely frantically babbling, a charming tendency of hers that makes him cough out another wet chuckle before reaching out for her. “Lovette…” 

She goes still, wide eyed for only a single heartbeat before she scoots closer to him, hands grasping onto his own. He wished so terribly to give hers a reassuring squeeze but try as might he could not muster the strength. “You.. you are unharmed? F-forgive me… I could not bear the thought of… of… ” Like the lovelorn fool he is, Haurchefant tries to sit up just to get closer to her only to pathetically wince. He cannot bring himself to laugh much more, the pain may be fading but so too is he, that much was evident when whatever remained of his grip loosened just enough that he could feel his fingers slip through her hands. Haurchefant could only smile when she clamped her hands tighter, for a mercy, the pressure kept his consciousness grounded just long enough to muster what he knew would be his last words to her. 

In truth, he wished to cry. The poignant aching his chest hurt much more than the gaping wound in his abdomen. All the promises he made her will go unfilled, the ventures he wished so dearly to be whisked away with her on were not meant to be. A distant thought reminds him he never even got to present the dress he swore to have made for her… Still, even had he known it would all come to this from the day he met her, he would not have changed a single aspect of his life. There was no greater blessing than to have been able to meet his Love and be loved by her in return. She will live past this moment, that was how this was meant to be, and she will shine ever brighter despite the hardships she will face, this he knows for certain. 

He breathes in deeply, one last time. “Oh, do not look at me so… a smile suits you best…” Haurchefant has lost all feeling in his body, he can only pray that he was actually smiling at her. Lovette hurriedly nods as she swipes fiercely at the fresh fat tears streaming down her cheeks. She sniffles, the ends of her lips curving into a strained smile. “... Please don’t forget mine…” His only selfish request of her. 

 “I won’t…” Lovette hiccupped between the sobs she tried so desperately to hold back. He can only hope she doesn’t feel guilty for crying in front of him. “I’ll never forget your smile… Ser Knight...” A single tear is shed from Haurchefant, one that Lovette quickly wipes away. If only she knew how happy it made him to hear her call him that one last time. A silly, misspoken name that was quite frankly redundant in meaning. He recalls fondly how humiliated she was when he had to break it to her. Silly as it was, he cherished it all the same. To be sent off this way… he could not ask for more. 

He wished to stare at her longer, for eternity if he could, but he was growing ever so tired. Haurchefant could no longer keep his lids from falling. The world has gone dark, his body cold. 

He could not see the light leave her eyes. He could not hear the wails of agony that spilled from her lips nor the chanting of I love you… He could not say I love you back. 

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Lovette Vairemont was born in a settlement that has long since been reduced to rubble in Coerthas. Although that is something that she would much rather keep to herself. She and her twin brother Labault were raised on stories of Ishgard and a promise that once the gates opened for them they would be able to walk the streets together with their parents. That promise would not be fulfilled as Isette Vairemont went missing, presumed dead when Lovette and Labault were in their teens, while their father Valencia grew sick over the years... it has not been that many moons since his passing. From that day forward, the Vairemont twins would rely mostly n each other rather than the fleeting faces that in their lives. As a result of their history, as well as Duskwight culture, found family is a very important thing for the both of them.

Her adventures started on a bitter sweet note as she made her way to Gridania, waving goodbye to her brother who looked like the weight of the world was about crush him. The only thing that gave her comfort was knowing he would not be remaining home alone, it wouldnt be long before he sets off for Ul'dah, as well as the many letters would send each other... mayhap a visit or five if time allowed. Had she not awakened to the Echo, Lovette wonders if she would have taken this venture at all to begin with...

In the midst of her adventures, Lovette is given the opportunity to assist Ser Alberic, at the Lancer's Guild behest despite not being a proper member. She wanted nothing to do with the guild really and had it not been for Endymion, a good friend, who urged her to take on the mission originally assigned to him... she likely would have outright refused. Endymion explained that due to recent events that he wished not to speak on, he will be leaving the guild but as he was never the type to leave business unfinished he asked "A most capable lancer, more capable than I" to take the reigns. He knew her desire to one day see Ishgard, and while this guarantees nothing, this brings her closer to the Open Gates. No amount of words could ever truly capture how grateful Lovette was for the opportunity to become a Dragoon, something not even her mother was able to accomplish. And so, with her mother's lance in hand, Lovette marches towards Coerthas to get tangled up in quite the mess with the most pain in the arse of a man she had ever met.

Lovette can be described as kind but fierce with a heart locked away by several sets of cages, chains and thorns. She loathes being seen as concept, a tasty bit for others to mold to their liking. Nothing will make her skin crawl more than being told to act more ladylike, more polite when she knows what they really mean they wish for her to remain quiet and do as she is told. Regardless, she finds herself time and time again placating the wants of people who she knows don't truly care about her. Lovette is reluctant to show her disaste or anger in fear of unsavory assumptions being made about her, more than they already are. Above all, she just wants to be a good person.. she wants to be seen as she truly she is and to be loved regardless of her sharp edges. Beneath the polite smile that rarely reaches her eyes lies a bleeding heart that loves with every ilm of her being.

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ˢᵒʳʳᵒʷ ⁱˢ ᵖᵒᵗᵉⁿᵗ. ˢᵘᶜʰ ⁱˢ ᵗʰᵉ ᵇᵘʳᵈᵉⁿ ᵒᶠ ᵉᵐᵒᵗⁱᵒⁿ.

“Right? Wrong? Does it really matter- At this point?” She was almost comically lost in her turmoil. To question all that led to this moment now of all times, where there was no going back. “Exactly when did heroism become an empty sentiment?”

He did not have the answers his sister so dearly needed. To even attempt to formulate one would make him a hypocrite. Ever the borderline pessimist, he was just as lost. This was a newfound level of helplessness he wished never to feel again…

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Take portraits in Holminster Switch, the lighting in the forested area you first spawn in is so fun to work with.

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After meeting her by pure chance, foolishly forgetting to tell her his name or even properly get hers, Haurchefant waxes poetry of a mystery maiden. A girl named “Love” and the only reason he knew that much was on that fateful night someone shouted as much and off she scurried into the night on chocobo back.

Haurchefant told his family of the girl named Love. His father, though charmed by the prospect, was a bit reluctant to believe as much. Still, he let his son prattle on. Artoirel had nothing to share, save for a groan when Emmanellian insinuated she must have been quite the beauty for love at first sight. Haurchefant is quick to correct him although whilst stumbling over his own words bit.

She was a gorgeous woman, sure but it was more than that. It was the way she rode on chocobo back with a mischievous smile. It was the certainty in her stride right to the very edge of the cliff overlooking Ishgard. It was the way her eyes shown like stars when he told her all he could tell of ishgard. It was the raspy breathy voice that said “Tell me of Ishgard… Tell me of her tales!” that made his heart swell.

She wasn’t even afraid of his Belladonna, feisty thing, who took a liking to her in moments. Haurchefant was ready to lunge for her reigns when she shook loose, fearing the worst… only to freeze when the bird that didn’t even like his own father nuzzled into this stranger’s face. She giggled and cooed. “Sweet thing!” She called his steed.

Just before she left his side, she grasped both of his hands in hers and clutched them to her chest. “Thank you Ser Knight!” Had she looked over shoulder as she left, she would have seen him reach out.

Her everything was glowing. Love at first sight wasn’t quite right. It was more than that. He just isn’t sure what to call it.

[halonicheart]

“𝓐 𝓼𝓶𝓲𝓵𝓮 𝓫𝓮𝓽𝓽𝓮𝓻 𝓼𝓾𝓲𝓽𝓼 𝓪 𝓱𝓮𝓻𝓸…”

[halonicheart]

"Our Answer"

Summary: DRK Quest Lvl 50, Lovette journey's to Whitebrim Front to face the thing she thought was kept locked away tight in her heart. She struggles, nearly losing herself in face of her own darkness... she does not have to face it alone. A piece depicting the events of job quest "Our Answer"

“We know who you are, Lovette! We know- and so do you!” 

Does she know? She wasn’t even sure who it was that was speaking. Lovette tries miserably with a racing mind to conjure up this knight's name. Nothing came, not even what letter it started with. “I… I don’t…” Her mouth begins to over salivate, stomach sour as if moments away from vomiting. “…no… No I…!” Tears start to blur her vision, the only thing she can make out is the specter sharing her visage staring at her… not with malcontent but with overwhelming pity. “I don’t-!” Lovette clenches her hair, pulls, tugs- anything to stop the waves of emotion threatening to drown her. 

Another voice calls out to her. “Lovette!” It’s close by. She recognized this voice. That should have brought her comfort. “Come now! Look at me! Your good friend Cammi is here, Love! Please look at me!” She knows she must have looked ghastly, if the gasp Camille let out was anything to go by. The other woman does her best to steel herself. “Everything will be fine just- stay with us now!” Like a desperate fool, Camille reaches out towards Lovette. 

“Don’t touch me!” She swipes at Camille’s hand. The way she recoiled made Lovette drop to her knees in despair. “I’m…! No I didn’t…!” She tries to apologize. 

Camille shakes her head. “It’s fine! Okay! It’s fine!” She keeps her distance this time, hands raised as if she’s approaching a wild animal. “We know you’re a good person! Right?” She looks around at the crowd of people, each nodding or verbally agreeing. “See! Just look around!” She begins to look somewhere behind Lovette nervously. 

“A fantastic display of willful ignorance…” The specter spoke. Her voice made Lovette’s blood run cold. “Wipe the slate clean. Forgive and forget!” She roars, effectively hushing up any chatter around them. 

No longer was Camille facing Lovette, nor staring off somewhere behind her. “And what would you know?!” She shouts back, no longer afraid of whatever this being was. “As if you would know the first thing about Lovette! You come off that horse or I’ll do it for you!” She means well. Lovette knows she does… but the problem was this other her did know her well. Too well. If she can’t even face herself, Camille most certainly did not stand a chance against the darkness in Lovette’s heart made manifest. 

Lovette is at her tipping point. The world around her has disappeared. Her ears keep ringing and ringing and ringing. She wants to scream but her teeth are clenched together, jaw pulsing from the pressure. This was it… surely she must be dying. Lovette prays to whatever deity listening that she dies soon. The noise around her is suffocating. Her friend Camille arguing with the specter, various knights calling out to her in comfort and fear… The dark knight specter remained silent, watching with glassy eyes. Amongst the chaos around her and the turmoil in her mind… a single voice rang clear as day. 

“So this is where you’ve been…” 

She can breathe again. Her voice finally returns. “Labault!” She weeps. Lovette can only vaguely make out the sound of Camille sighing in relief. 

He’s already kneeling by her side. “Land yourself into trouble I see… no matter, nothing we can’t fix.” Labault says as he holds out his hand. “

Lovette pathetically stares at his hand. “After all the arguing… after all I said…” Or at least that’s what she attempted to say. The words are drowned out between sobs and hiccups. Her brother does not hush her cries. He simply keeps his hand out and smiles sadly. “Why…? why…?”  Are the only words her brother can make out between wails. 

 “I was right to ask Camille to keep an eye on you…” He knows it doesn’t really answer her question. Labault would lecture her about this after all was said and done. “I would have come sooner were I closer by… but I’m here now. I always will be.” He nods towards his own hand, unflinching, still stretched out towards his sister. “Come now, a little darkness won’t scare me away!” Were Lovette in a better state of mind, she would have teased him over his own wavering voice. She would have the nerve to ask him ‘why are you crying?’ as if she didn’t already know. Only a heartless family member wouldn’t feel the urge to cry at a sorry sight like her right now. 

The series of sobs she let out were nearly deafening as she finally grasped her brother’s hand as if were the last thing tethering her to this realm. Lovette tries to muffle her cries with her free hand. She half wonders what was going through the minds of everyone watching this, the shame only causes more sobs to quake through her chest. All the while, she can still feel the eyes of the other her staring right at her. She isn’t sure just when it had happened, but at some point Labault had brought her to her feet and approached the Dark Knight, still hand in hand. 

It was almost funny… her younger twin pulling her along while she cries like a child. There was a time in their younger years where the roles were reversed. Lovette could easily recall the numerous times Labault cried while clutching her hand for dear life. How times have changed… they’ve changed, for better or for worse. 

“Oh Lovette…” She barely registers Camille’s voice off to the side. Lovette risks making eye contact with the other woman, feeling- praying she had calmed down just enough. “You silly girl… carrying that burden all by your lonesome…” On her lips was a comforting smile, Camille openly crying softly. “I’d knock some sense into that noggin of yours if I didn’t want to hug you so bad.” She sniffles through a laugh. “That can wait. You’ve got something to finish up here. We’ll be talking about this later! Understood?” She tried to sound stern as she took a step back. 

“Well- you can have your go at her after I’ve given her a stern talking to myself.” Labault chimes in before fully turning to the shadowy specter wearing his sister’s visage. 

She speaks, her tone bone chilling yet laced with a misery so terribly familiar. “You have borne witness to the darkness within us… to what lies beneath the mask…” Her smile was empty. 

Labault shakes his head. “Surely you don’t think this is the first time I’ve witnessed this side of you? Lest you forget… your darkest night was mine as well…” He refers to that fateful night they lost the little settlement they had called their home, when the knights barged down doors and burned down innocents. “I would be a fool to judge the black stains on your heart. A hypocrite, more like. I have my own fair share.” He places a hand on his chest with a wistful expression. “The dark does not scare me, not anymore. You never scared me. Confusing as this may all be…” The hand that laid just over his heart was now outstretched towards the phantom knight. “You are a part of her. So I will love you all the same… thorns and all…” 

Her smile does not budge, though perhaps it was Lovette’s imagination that made it seem just a touch warmer than it was before. “And what of you… what of us…” 

There were a myriad of things Lovette could have said, should have said at this very moment. None of the words seemed to make past her lips. The only thing she could do was reach out and pray that was enough to convey what was in her heart. 

“So this is your answer…” The phantom closes her eyes, her smile wider. “Listen to my voice. Listen to our heartbeat. Listen…” She reaches out in kind. The next words she speaks are not aloud, Lovette feels them in her mind more than hears them. “... if this is how it must be, then so be it. But know that when you tire of this charade, I shall be here… waiting to take the reins…” She sighs. “You need only ask…”

Lovette gives a watery laugh. “There will be no need to take the reins, I should hope…” She whispers, knowing she must look odd. “Come that day… I should hope to stand beside you instead…” She does not know if the specter, the darkness made manifest in her heart could hear her. She fret over that other time. When Lovette opens her eyes, she didn’t realize they were even closed at all, she watches the remnants of her other self vanish in a puff of darkness. Just as she was about to turn towards the crowd, an apology on her tongue, she is cut short by Camille who has nearly lunged at her to pull her into a backbreaking embrace.

“You sour toad! Scaring the daylights out of me like that!” She pulls back to shake Lovette by the shoulders. “You’ve got some nerve keeping all that to yourself like you aren’t loved! Fury have mercy on you by the time I get through that thick skull of yours!” Off to their side, Labault can’t help but laugh. Camille shoots him a withering glare before finally letting go of Lovette. “Though… I suppose I owe you an apology as well.” 

Lovette blinks owlishly. “... what for…? You’ve done no wrong, there's nothing to apologize for…I was the one who… who…” She stares at her feet recalling the many outbursts of rage she’s had as of recent, even going as far to push those she cares about away. 

“You hush up Miss Vairemont! I will not be hearing any of this!” She wags a finger like a disappointed parent. “...I should have come to your aid sooner, properly… I didn’t enter a Duskwight Sisterhood with you just to leave you to hurt alone!” Camille signs. “What’s done is done. Now apologize to your brother! I can only imagine how worried to death he was over you!” 

Lovette mumbles something sour about how she was being treated like a child despite Camille only being just a couple years or so older than her. Still, she was right. Lovette does owe her brother an apology, he was the one who received the brunt of her cold behavior. “Labault… I…” She fiddles with her hands. “No amount of words can properly encompass how sorry I am for pushing you the way I did.” She bows her head in shame. “I’m so sorry…” She makes a silent promise to do all she could to earn forgiveness. 

“You’re forgiven.” Labault says with no hesitation in his voice. He holds up a hand to hush his sister when he hears the strangled cough from her. “This is my way of repaying a long overdue debt…” Given the confusion on his sister’s face, he continues. “This isn't the first time we’ve butt heads like this. Many moons ago it was me who pushed and pushed and pushed. Yet no matter how cruel I was, you remained ever at my side.” 

The gears began to turn. “You don’t mean…! The time that sorry sod took advantage of you! You knob! You know damned well I never once held that against you!” 

“You could have. I wish you did, just a little… our being family means little when you don't owe that kindness to me at all when I only greeted you with cruelty at the time.” She hates to admit there was some merit to his words. Kinder faces have betrayed them, faces under the guise of being like family.  “You chose to be patient with me so… I chose the same for you.” He smiles brightly. “So I forgive you. I forgave you long ago.” 

Lovette is rendered speechless, she can feel the tears welling up again. “... you cheeky boy you…” She says under her breath to prevent another round of sobs. Lovette smiles back at her brother with the same brightness. They’ve shared many dark nights, but they’ve made it through them all the same. Bruised and battered, sure… but alive. When it felt as though the world around them was crumbling, the family they once knew gone, their lives turned on it’s head, the one constant in each of their lives was one another. She couldn’t have asked for a better sibling. “Thank you… so so much Labault…” 

[halonicheart]

𝐻𝑒𝓇 𝒸𝒽𝒶𝓂𝓅𝒾𝑜𝓃𝓈. 𝐻𝑒𝓇 𝒸𝒽𝒾𝓁𝒹𝓇𝑒𝓃. 𝐻𝑒𝓇 𝓁𝑜𝓋𝑒.

Each of them shared a dream, a vision… The Mother Crystal chose them to embark on this journey. They started on different paths, with their own personal intentions, then somewhere along the way they found one another. Did fate bring them together? It was hard to say. Perhaps that much didn’t matter.

[halonicheart]

I have a couple for you! 🧖‍♂️- does my muse like to pamper themselves? What do they do? and 👩‍❤️‍👨- how does my muse feel about love?

I really said default to either Lovette or Labault well I lied I’m doing it for both ooouuooough

🧖‍♂️- does my muse like to pamper themselves? What do they do?

At first Lovette really doesn’t pamper herself. She’s used to do that for others, even when she doesn’t entirely want to, that it’s kind of a foreign concept to her. Over time she gets better with this, it’s nothing crazy. Mostly spoiling herself to little things- a trinket here and there. It grows into her allowing herself “me time”, then letting herself indulge in a nap or two, sighting seeing instead being a busy body even if it’s just a day or two. She learns to pamper herself and looks forward to those moments. The absolute irony of this, maybe to her at least when she thinks about this, one of the biggest influences that gave her the ability to take her own time back was in fact Estinien.

Labault on the other hand, he’s a simple man. He just needs some alone time, a romance novel and a cup of tea… he’s content with that much. Maybe occasionally go for a night walk to star gaze. Otherwise it’s pretty simple and straight forwards things he indulges in regularly because he needs to. He’s very introverted so he needs those moments to recharge. If he does do anything more or out there it’s probably because his sister dragged him into it and didn’t mind entirely? Mud mask? Sure whatever so long as he can read. Painting nails? Peculiar cause almost he’s always wearing gloves but no harm in it. It makes her happy and he likes spending time with her so it’s fine.

👩‍❤️‍👨- how does my muse feel about love?

I’m assuming it’s love in a romantic sense? Lowkey wished this one specified if it’s romantic or not but none the less…

Romantic love is… not exactly important to Lovette. She isn’t against the idea, it’s just hard for her to picture anyone loving her. People have been interested, in a vain sense but either didn’t care enough to go deeper or when they did found they did not like her anymore. It hurts from time to time but she’s content to go without, or convinced herself she is content to potentially go without. It’s true to an extent. Apart of her yearns for someone to truly love her but it’s put to the side for more important matters. Familial and platonic love is more important to her. It extends to Labault as well since a lot of the importance of it stems from found family being very pertinent in Duskwight culture. When their world fell apart when they were kids, it was the love of family and friends that kept them going.

Speaking Labault ah… oh boy. Well, truth be told he is a bit of a hopeless romantic… but does nothing to act on it. He lives vicariously through romance novels for a time. His love of romance books stems from his mother telling him time and time again how she fell in love with Valencia, his father. He dreamed of finding a love like theirs, even getting married but alas, a run in with a cruel man who just wanted to have some fun but grew board when Labault wanted to take it slow ruined that dream. He didn’t want to be taken advantage of again. Love is something he feels he cannot afford, he feels there are some people who just won’t be in a romantic love and that’s fine. He’s fully aware it may seem unreasonable to feel so final about it but he isn’t exactly ready to try and let back into his life. At least not until he meets Aymeric. Through Aymeric he finally gets one of his greatest wishes. Also yes they get married. Romantic love is more important to him than he wants to admit.

[halonicheart]

I adore Royal aus as much as the next person… I just can’t picture one for any of my OCs thus far. That could change though. Royalty aus are so fun.

I guess it mainly applies to Lovette cause I couldn’t picture her as a princess at all. Just can’t make it work in my head. So any wolchefant knight-royalty aus I live vicariously through others.

I did think of one AU though, where Royal Knight Haurchefant falls in love with a mournful spirit, a banshee. Banshee’s in modern day are misconstrued to be evil harbingers of death when originally they were far from. Where the kingdom feared this wailing women, Haurchefant found her cries hauntingly beautiful. He was warned never to find her. For countless nights he would listen for her cries with a heavy heart, aching so viscerally to cry out back to her, to comfort her…

How does one comfort a spirit? He wasn’t sure but he would damn well try even if it made him a fool. When he finally had enough of this spirit crying alone, Haurchefant ventured out into the woods in the dead of night. There, he finds a ghostly pale woman with dark flowing hair, her white dress soaked and tears streaming down her face. ‘How cruel…’ He thinks. ‘To be cursed to mourn alone..’

The woman does not speak, she can only stare in shock as this man willingly approaches her with not an ounce of fear. The spirit is even more shocked to find this strange man reaching to swipe her seemingly never ending tears. Often did her wails scare away others, it mattered not to her before, but he was different. He sought her out despite her shrieks of pain. He looked at her with nothing but kindness. For the first in a longest time, or even the first ever at all, she smiles as she grabs the hand still caressing her wet cheek.

Haurchefant is left breathless. He grew up on tales of her kind, not a single one came close. They told him they were vengeful specters, the kind that would snatch you into the grave upon eye contact, a being whose very scream could still your heart. She was none of that nonsense, quite the opposite. Just beneath her deceivingly cold surface was something warm. “Oh my… what a beautiful smile you have, my lady!”

Never before did he think a banshee could blush, her cheeks painted the palest of pinks. Haurchefant was enamored by the sight. The Knight needed, yearned to know her name. To whom should he call out for when she cries alone… and so he asks. “What do I call you…? What is your name, dear lady…” He worried she was incapable of speech due to what she was. Haurchefant was pleasantly surprised to find that she could.

In a hushed voice she answers simply “Lovette.” -and shares nothing more.

“Lovette! A most splendid name… tell me Lovette… what ails you? Why do you wail and mourn? Whom do you mourn?”

That she cannot answer. Forces beyond even her comprehension prevents her from spilling the truth. That is why she can only scream in hopes of someone understand. Even if she wanted, she would not tell this kind knight who made her feel more than just some wretched thing, that reason she mourns was for his very own coming death.

It was cruel of fate to bring him to her, even crueler she can not stop what is to come, most cruel of all… the heart Lovette thought she lost began to beat again for a man time will snatch away.

[halonicheart]

Rotten Milk, a wolchefant fic

[halonicheart]

To Fall in love like this… now has a second chapter! The chapters don’t necessarily need to be read in order.

Summary: Wolstinien Week prompts Days 1+2

First Kiss, Nap

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It was merely a strong camaraderie. Yes, nothing more. It was a deep, friendly bond. It was perfectly normal to worry yourself sick over a friend. There just couldn’t be any deeper meaning to thinking about them for longer than she would like to admit and she will never admit it either. Moreover, Lovette will not be pondering the implications of her heart leaping into her throat when she finally was in the infirmary room making eye contact with the very man who has been plaguing her subconscious.

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Chapter 2 Prompt "Free Day"

Estinien attempts to enjoy a rare moment of peace, only for that to be almost comically interrupted by the very last person he wished to see at the moment. Even worse, said person decides, now of all times, that a heart to heart is well overdue. By the Fury, he couldn't even make eye contact much less speak...

[halonicheart]

The saddest thing about my “villain” AU for Lovette, to me at least, is that it could have easily been avoided. There are two key catalysts that birthed the malicious woman Lovette becomes in this timeline (of which I have many because I hate myself)

Those being-

1. Something happens to her brother Labault and he dies, regardless of circumstances behind it.

2. During her time questioning if she should even still be a Dragoon… she opts to become a Sage as opposed to a Reaper like in her canon timeline.

One has much more weight than the other and it’s the second catalyst, believe it or not. From the end of HW and onwards, up until post SHB, pre patch quests, Lovette was ready to put down the lance for good for a myriad of reasons I won’t get into as it’s not the focus of this, another post- another time. She is also canonically a dark knight but she doesn’t resort to it often… only really if push comes to shove and she’d rather not place all her eggs into a single basket. Within canon, this is something she discusses with Labault.

“Mayhap I would do more good as a healer than a clumsy dragoon…!” She only meant it as a joke. Healing magics have never been her forte. Labault even reminds her of that fact.

“I would sooner be a healer than you. Why not opt for something similar to the lance? Surely there must be something out there for you.” He did not have reaping in mind, far from. It wasnt that long after their exchange that Lovette chanced upon The Lemures. So what then, of the a timeline where Labault isn’t there? Or rather, no one is there guide her away from taking up healing magics? It didn't have to be Labault specifically to tell her as much. It could have been anyone.

But there was no one. She had companions sure but most of them left her to her devices. Give her space. She'll pull out of it! She always does! Or so they thought... if someone had guided her, if she had approached someone about the matter... her descent could have been avoided.