#oleandre zielione

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“Tell you I love you?  Gods, of course.  Darling, light of my life, from the bottom of my heart I love you.” “There is always a choice.”

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Feb 22 2020

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Some good boys

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Merry Starlight

Last night, Oleandre finally worked up the courage to ask @auliander-ffxiv to marry him in what has been a year and a half slow burn between my best friend and my OCs.  I cannot thank this wonderful person enough for their love, encouragement, and constant presence in my life.  I feel truly lucky to know them and I look forward to many more opportunities to write together.  Under the cut is the full rp log.  More details to come on the actual date, but it will likely be late February.

Oleandre Torchier went immediately to the kitchen after asking Auliander to sit in front of the roaring fire.  He set to the finishing touches on the homemade cocoa he had prepared, adding a candy cane to each mug before returning and handing one over to Auliander, keeping the second for himself.  

"Merry Starlight, my dear.  I'm sorry I woke you, I simply couldn't wait any longer. I hope you'll forgive me."

Auliander Zielione carefully rubbed away what sleep remained from his eyes as he adjusted his glasses and looked at Oleandre. He smiled warmly at his partner. "It is alright Oleandre. Nothing to forgive." The Duskwight's voice was low, heavy still and waking up. He welcomed the hot cocoa gladly. With his free hand, he reached out briefly to take Ole's fingers in his and squeezed lightly. "Merry Starlight."

"May I give you your gift?" Oleandre didn't want to rush Auliander, but he had already been nervously awaiting this moment for a while, so he was keen to quell his anxiety by just getting on with it.

Auliander Zielione could clearly see the anticipation in Oleandre's movements and the excitement held within the other's voice. "I think it a good idea. Lest you implode on the spot due to your /eagerness/." Auliander's tone was teasing and his smile only widened. His motion was deliberate as he placed his mug of cocoa on the table beside him before turning towards Oleandre to give him his full attention.

Oleandre Torchier smiled wide and then hurriedly rushed over to the cupboard and withdrew two items.  A smallish red velvet box with a golden ribbon, and a large black envelope sealed with wax and an unfamiliar crest.  He returned to his partner and handed both over.  "Open the box first."

Auliander Zielione looked down at the box and envelope, confusion writ upon his dark features. He adjusted himself slightly in his chair and gave Oleandre an apprehensive glance before he began to carefully unwrap the box. A moment later, Auliander had an unfamiliar item held in his fingers. Carefully, in his fingers as he could feel it was made of glass. He tilted his head and gazed at the gift. "... It is beautiful." Golden eyes shifted to Oleandre, "What is it?"

"It's a crystal.  Nothing more..."  Oleandre said with a smile, "I had it commissioned for you after seeing an artisan displaying them recently.  I rather hoped you'd like it, but now, open the envelope." He sat in silent anticipation, awaiting Auliander’s next move.

Auliander Zielione gazed at the crystal and turned it slowly. Colors wrapped and folded, glowed with the light from the fire. He smiled. "Thank you. I will have to find a stand for it." The Duskwight placed the glass orb carefully back into the box and looked at the envelope. He turned it over in his hands, deft fingers making quick work and before long, Auliander was frowning at the piece of paper he had retrieved from inside. "A... " Auliander's voice became hushed as he read on.

"Oleandre." The retainer placed the box on the side table and stood quickly, eyes still glued on the sheet of paper, "Oleandre this.... T-this..." He could feel the tears welling up in his eyes as his voice, and his hands, shook, "This... I-is this what..." His face pulled upward and his unsteady gaze found his partner.

Oleandre Torchier nods, "Yes.  The estate was condemned.  I'm afraid I could not save the remnants of the previous manor, but some of the ashes from its original beams were imbued into the glasswork in the crystal.  I thought perhaps an early housewarming gift?  For us?"  He swallowed hard, "There is a small catch, however."

Auliander Zielione swallowed hard, emotion coiling deep in his chest as his voice became caught in his throat. He took a deep, shuddering breath and wiped at his eyes, "A c-catch?"

Oleandre Torchier felt his breath catch in his throat as he took Auliander's hand after the Duskwight wiped his eye.  He slowly fell to one knee and retrieved a third, smaller parcel from his own pocket.  He allowed himself a moment before flicking open the clamshell closure, looking up into Auliander's eyes for news of his fate, preparing himself to ask a question he had rehearsed in his mind a million times.

Auliander Zielione 's visage was a mix of emotions. Confusion, as the man in front of him got down on a knee. Curiosity at the reveal of another gift and finally shock as the small package was opened. Auliander's mouth opened, yet no sound came out. Golden eyes went from the small box, to Oleandre and they flickered in his partner's gaze. Just moments before, the emotions within the Duskwight had been chaos and unrest. Now, they came to a sudden and abrupt halt. Time, seemed at a standstill.

Oleandre Torchier had also been affected by the cessation of time.  In those quiet moments, Auliander might see a dark platinum band inlaid with polished meteorite.  Oleandre had chosen meteorite because he felt that somehow their love was otherworldly.  He often mused to himself that his mother had sent him an angel to guide and love him in her absence, and had long felt foolish for the notion, but now discarded that thought as useless.

"From the moment I met you, I knew that you were going to change my life.  I can't explain how I knew it, I just did.  It was something in the way that our eyes met, in the unspoken words of our touch, and in the quiet moments of those early days where I watched you sleep and marveled at how lucky I was that you didn't leave."

Oleandre Torchier continued, voice cracking intermittently as he poured his heart out, "You are the answer to every unanswered riddle in my life. My lover.  My best friend.  My family. In short my life has become intrinsically interwoven with yours, and I'd be hard pressed to determine where one ends and the other begins."

He swallowed hard as he finally arrived at the most important question he had ever asked, "Auliander Zielione, would you do me the great honor of being my husband?"  He looked up rather bashfully, an errant tear stinging his eyes and one final word came in a hush, "Please?"

Auliander Zielione stared. Heat rushed his cheeks and his limbs felt weak, almost as if they were fading away. He felt sick but it mingled with a new happiness that threatened to burst. A daze filled Auliander's mind as he listened to Oleandre. He could do naught else as his lover's words poured straight to his heart. When all was finished, and the question was asked. Auliander continued to stare.

Auliander Zielione couldn't look away from Oleandre. Even as that single tear ran down his partner's face, he stared. "Ole.... Oleandre..." Finally, Auliander spoke the other's name. Quiet. Hushed. Heavy with countless emotions and meanings. The small box and the ring held inside wasn't forgotten but the Duskwight's entire focus was not on that. It was on the man kneeling in front of him.

“Oleandre, I... I had no... N-no idea that a love like... this could be." His words were uncertain at first but with each passing moment they grew more firm. With his free hand, Auliander bent down to place his palm at Oleandre's cheek. Rough fingers ran along the man's jawline. "That I could... find family once more."

"That... I could find boundless love with another." There was a long pause then, only filled with the sound of the crackling fire. The feeling of those fingers still glided over the Wildwood's cheek, this time catching the tear's trail and wiping it away.

"Yes."

Oleandre Torchier allowed himself to breathe finally, a slow exhalation of both air and relief washed over him as his tears began to fall in earnest.  Trembling, he retrieved the ring from its padded home and raised it slowly toward Auliander's hand as if to place it on his finger.

"I love you.” Oleandre said, “With every fiber of my being."  His voice caught several times as he spoke, completely overcome with emotion as his heart threatened to pound right out of his chest.

Auliander Zielione watched intently as the ring was placed upon his finger. He stared at it now. It was as if, their entire relationship came rushing back at the Duskwight. The happiness they had shared, the hardships they had seen through - everything. He could see it in the band now adorning his finger. "O-Oleandre... No, no do not cry." Auliander's voice cracked and tears now ran down his face too.

Auliander Zielione placed the piece of paper alongside the crystal and knelt beside his partner. Both hands were encompassing Oleandre's face now, thumbs wiping at the man's cheeks and his tears as Auliander tried to bring the other closer. "I love you. /I love you./"

Oleandre Torchier sought the Duskwight's lips with his own as the most beautiful words he would ever hear in this lifetime or any other were repeated, as if a mantra.  He had heard them before but it felt like the first time all over again.  His eyes closed as the space between the two was slowly lessened until, at long last, he placed a burning kiss upon the lips of his fiancee'.  He smiled widely into the kiss at the thought.  'I have a fiancee'.'

Auliander Zielione closed his eyes as he felt Oleandre's lips meet his. Those same, rough fingers trailed down to Oleandre's neck and one hand fanned out to weave through auburn locks as the Duskwight not only closed the space between their kiss, but their bodies. Between small moments their lips would part, Auliander would murmur again and again, 'I love you' against the other's lips.

A thought crossed Auliander's mind then, that the best gift he had received this Starlight, or any Starlight before, had not come in a box.

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This turned out so cute and aaaaaaa it looks amazing ;-; thank you so much !!! And thank you again @nozomikei ;__; you are so sweet ❤❤❤❤

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Here is the next valentine prize ^_^ This one was for a couple chibi for Nozomikei but this was gratiously given to their friends: Auliander Zielione and Oleandre Torchier. Hope you like it and thanks for your patience!

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A 'goodbye' kiss for Ole. Make me cry I dare you.

He had told him not to go.

The Duskwight knew why he hadn’t listened. He knew that any news of her would lead him into the shaded boughs of the Shroud.

She was tainted. Taken. He knew. They both knew.

The Wildwood seemed not to care as he went to her. To deliver her from the wood’s corruption.

They both knew.

Woodsin spreads.

It infects.

It takes.

Auliander shook his head. He could barely hear all around him and only felt himself shake as hot tears ran down his face. 

Those usually bright, amber eyes - so like his own, were dull. Alive, but dead.

He was gone.

Flames burst from the Duskwight’s arms, unabated and free. The forest around him shuddered.

They both knew.

Auliander drew close to him. The Shroud was provoked. He did not care.

Dark lips touched his lover’s. His partner. His husband.

They were cold. His own arms - an inferno.

“Goodbye, Oleandre.”

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With each sun past, his surgery would draw ever closer. Fear grips me and uncertainty aims to claim me but tonight - 

There was only him and I. 

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Sooo I’ve gotten quite a few new followers to this blog (hello hello!!), so I wanted to repost Auli’s bio and generally repost what this blog is about !

Auliander Zielione

Appearance:

Gender: Male Race: Elezen, Duskwight Height: 6′11′’ Eye Color: Gold Hair Color: Blonde Skin Color: Dark, almost charcoal in color Fur: N/A Scars: Many ( ref )

The Facts

Name Day: 16th Sun of the Fifth Umbral Moon ( 10/16 ) Age: 25 Occupation: Indentured servant/retainer but free to do as he wishes. Currently; Researcher Sexual identification: Homosexual Romantic identification: Homoromantic; monogamous Alignment: Neutral Good Criminal History: Yes ( Does not speak of it ) Relationship Status: Taken Sweet on/Married to: Oleandre Torchier @oleandre-ffxiv

Randoms

Facts about your muse:

- Auliander was born in the Brume of Ishgard. He often wanders this area of the Holy See and visits this place.

- When he was very young, the Duskwight was left alone on the streets of the Brume. A noble found him and raised him as a servant.

- The old, noble gentleman treated Auliander with kindness and love. Auliander grew to know him more as a true father figure, one he had never known.

- Auliander does not speak much but is not shy. He would simply rather observe. When he is engaged in conversation he is very welcoming and a warm personality.

- Dragons and heretics frighten Auliander.

- Recent events have Auliander researching…. odd and dangerous things all over Eorzea. Unfortunately, he still has not found what he is looking for.

- Although he grew up in a noble house as a mere servant, the Lord saw to it that Auliander received a full education and even offered the boy the chance to learn more about magic, something Auliander showed natural promise in.

- Auliander finds great comfort in colder climates, as it reminds him of home.  And while he enjoys the cold, the Duskwight cannot really handle warmer climates and if left too long in the heat, will get sick or feel faint!

- Auliander was born with an abundance of aether. He is still grappling to control it.

This blog !

This blog is dedicated not only to FF14 in general, but the community surrounding it and, of course, my Elezen Duskwight Auliander Zielione. I’m on the Crystal data center on Balmung! I RP fairly frequently, though lately I tend to gravitate more towards Discord RP as it allows me to answer a bit easier but I also RP in-game!

Sometimes I’ll post screenshots here, though I tend to take screens of my friends rather than Auli but haha ;; I raid as well so sometimes I’ll post things like that too. I also draw ! I plan on being more active on here so please look forward to it!

This blog can be nsfw at times, and will be tagged as such. Spoilers will also be tagged accordingly! If there are any tags folks would like me to add/etc, please let me know !

Thank you all for your continued support ♥

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Wait a Minute, Ser Postman

Oleandre sat at his desk, a happy smile on his face as he surveyed the daily mail.  Sending and receiving letters had always been something for which the Wildwood harbored a special love.  Today’s bounty was especially fruitful.  The first item bore a return address of the Moonlight Reverie Home for Children.  The envelope was neatly sliced open and the contents slid out carefully.  The first item, a picture of a gangly female Roegadyn child grinning awkwardly teased an even wider smile from him.  Oleandre loved children and was so pleased to be receiving a letter from the orphan he had recently sponsored.  The smile was short-lived however as he thought back on that night and his mind naturally went to Auliander.

Hellbent on restoring his cheer, Oleandre opened the note and read it in good humor – that is, until he read the words “call me Gwyn.”  He seethed in-spite of himself.  “Of all the fucking names,” he spat as he jerked opened the top drawer of his desk and cast the letter and picture inside.  He looked up toward the ceiling, a sighed momentarily, cursing the Twelve and their twisted sense of humor.  “One letter each moon from Gwyn.  Almost poetic, really.”  He murmured to himself drolly.  “Fitting punishment for a coward,” he mused as he lifted an uncorked bottle to his lips and imbibed, having not even bothered with a vessel today.  

He proceeded to handle several other pieces of correspondence, the last of which was a letter from the magistrate he had written on Y’Kehda’s behalf.  This he left unopened and resolved to explore with her later.  Before Oleandre knew what he was doing, he picked up a quill and a sheaf of fresh parchment.  It wasn’t until he had addressed the letter that its purpose dawned on him.  He considered crumpling the paper and tossing it away but relented, “Don’t be an idiot, Oleandre.”

He set down on paper words that had been burning at his tongue and heart in equal measure over the past half-moon.

Auliander,

It is my sincerest hope that this letter finds you well.  I would speak of the state of things here, but I’ve no doubt you’ll be able to ascertain it without my doing so – one of the many things I have come to love about you.  

I have played our parting words in my mind every waking moment and I am haunted by them.  I feel as I did as a lecturer when a student would hand in work that was riddled with errors.  I want to mark each mistake with red ink and write “see me” in large print on the bottom – but I can’t.  

All of this is to say that I feel like a fool for ushering you out of my life – doubly so knowing that I did so under selfish pretenses. You were right to call me a coward.  Worse still, I abandoned you in service to this cowardice.

I confess my fear to you now without shame or preamble. Loving you terrifies me.  Losing you terrifies me all the more. 

I pray we can somehow mend the wreckage of our friendship – to hope for more seems terribly wistful at this juncture.

I should very much like to speak with you, if you would consent it.

Oleandre

He let the tip of the quill idle on the page causing an inkblot to form at the tip of the ‘e’ as he considered his words.  

Oleandre was pulled from his reverie as the door to his office slid open and Y’kehda approached. “Mail, Ser?”  He nodded toward the pile assembled and gave her a gentle smile. “I’ll wait for that last one,” she offered.  

“Thank you, but this is one piece of mail I should like to deliver myself.”  He stood and pulled his crisp overcoat on.  “Oh – that reminds me – a letter from the Magistrate arrived today. We will open it over dinner when I return.”  He walked passed Y’Kehda as he made to depart, but he turned back briefly to add, “And Y’Kehda.  No squirrel.”

Less than a bell later he stood in front of Auliander’s apartment door, heart racing as he thought of the time they had shared within its quaint interior.  “Now or never, old man,” He muttered as he stooped and slid the letter under the sturdy door.

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