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         ... Quite!

Day 11: Dinner

Sicard telling bawdy pirate jokes to Emmanellain while they wait on dinner in Limsa

Fandom: FFXIV

Pairing: Emmanellain/Sicard

Rating: General

Tags: Established Relationship, Self-doubt, Stepdancing, Flirting

Coming to Limsa for a surprise visit, Emmanellain finds himself caught up in a spiral of self-doubts. But if there was one thing about Sicard, then that the man only enjoyed seeing his lover's face in an upset frown when he personally had caused it to appear. And so a most unusual plan hatches within the mind of the captain of the Astalicia.

Everyone's flipping their lid about Aymeric out and about, but no one's talking about the old married couple that shows up, acts exactly like an old married couple, and totally gets called out on it? Sure, seeing Aymeric was nice, but really!

When I say that this ship has currently consumed every fiber of my being…

(Doodled this during Call of Cthulhu tonight)

Me paying attention to the NPCs dangling from the Eorzean Nimble Warrior tower: "Hey that one's an Elezen - EMMANELLAIN??!"

With Sicard up above watching him struggle oh my god.

Drakyr stops to check on Emmanellain - he says he's "just peachy, old girl!"

So she joins Sicard in encouraging him. (Well, she's encouraging him, anyway.)

Fulsome

Timeline: Nebulously post 6.0, MSQ spoilers past Heavensward Pairing: WoL/Aymeric

At a fancy ball engineered by a minor noble, Mayhem and Aymeric talk about their relationship.

"In need of a reprieve, dearest?" Aymeric sounded amused as he joined them on the starlit balcony. "I can hardly blame you. If Emmanellain were not busy to the south, we should have had more warning of the master of the house's true intentions."

Mayhem took the glass of wine he was offering with a grateful sigh. "But who in Ishgard aside from Emmanellain can entirely keep track of who has eligible daughters just coming of age?" they asked rhetorically. "Not to mention all of the similarly-aged friends of said eligible daughters, and hopeful sons tagging along with an excuse of escorting their sisters…"

"It's likely as much my fault as anything." Aymeric's voice was dry and weary. "I have been told by many that I have a terribly honest face, a singular disadvantage for a man in my position. And so our connection is an open secret, and since I have not openly moved to claim your affections in any official way, they all consider you fair game."

"Have your feelings about that changed?" Mayhem asked cautiously. They liked their relationship with Aymeric the way it was, with neither of them bound or obligated to anything beyond the affection they shared; but being the kind of sentimental person he was, it had surprised them when Aymeric had been the first one to decline an official courtship.

"I…" Aymeric pursed his lips, glancing at them uncertainly. "...No, not really. Although I always fear it may pain you to hear it. My first obligation, my life's work, is the city of Ishgard, and I am proud of the work I do here. To publicly court the Warrior of Light would complicate that work more than reinforce it." He smiled at them softly, eyes almost glowing in the moonlight. "It is enough for me that we know who we are to one another: it isn't important to me that the world knows as well. Unless you have begun to feel otherwise?"

"I haven't," Mayhem agreed with relief. "I love you, and I love this city, but I will never be a part of Ishgard. There isn't room for me here as anything other than a curiosity, and I don't mind that. I'm a disruption, an external force, and not only is that inevitable, it's what Ishgard needs me to be. I will always do this city more good by coming and going, by reminding them that the world is bigger than their stone walls and rituals. Trying to become a part of it permanently would mean spending the rest of my life auditioning for their approval, when all that I really want is yours."

Aymeric was beaming at them, his affection almost tangible despite the respectful distance between them, and Mayhem knew they were reflecting the same emotion back at him. "I do love you so," he murmured softly, and then nodded at their half empty wine glass. "Are you refreshed enough to rejoin the dance, dearest?"

"Oh, I suppose so." Mayhem drained the rest of the glass and moved to follow him inside. "You know, there was a time in my life I really thought I would never get tired of hearing other people tell me how great I was. Who ever knew I'd get far enough for even that to grow tedious?"

"Pardon me, old boy." The young Elezen was clad in Ishgardian mail, and the gold trim of his collar marked him as a member of House Fortemps. The smirk narrowed it down further. He was bickering with that pirate at the harbor like they were old lovers.

erenville gets it

Silly little emmasica doodle

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Final Fantasy XIV Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Emmanellain de Fortemps/Sicard Characters: Emmanellain de Fortemps, Sicard (Final Fantasy XIV) Additional Tags: Bad Poetry, Tumblr: FFXIVwrite2022, FFXIV 30 Day Writing Challenge, Patch 6.0: Endwalker Spoilers Series: Part 2 of Two weeks in Old Sharlayan, Part 2 of Two weeks in Old Sharlayan Summary:

Emmanellain wants to become a poet, but inspiration strikes from unexpected quarters.

I will never be over how Endwalker just destroyed Emmanellain's characterization. They needed a waifish, damsel in distress comedic relief character, and they just ignored all of his 3.x character development to do it! They just slapped him in there to be a pretty boy noble who doesn't want to be there, when post-Heavensward Emmanellain is so much more than that.

Like yes, that's very much what he was at the start of the game. He didn't want to fight, or take life particularly seriously, and he wasn't really good at the things his family wanted him to be good at.* He was flighty and immature and completely willing to just go through life riding on the coattails of his brother and getting by on his family name. No one expected much from him, and he was perfectly content with that status quo. He is a comedic caricature of a pretty boy noble there, so incompetent that he's assigned his own houseboy to keep him in line.

But all that changes post-Heavensward. He's thrust into a position where suddenly he has to take charge, and make decisions, and he's not ready for it. He makes the wrong call, and he blames others for it, as he's always done. And then he experiences the consequences for his actions. And it's still someone else who suffers for them! It's Honoroit who gets beat up, not Emmanellain himself! But it forces him to own up to his shortcomings in a way he's never bothered to before. (Thancred's fist and the imposing WoL certainly help with that too, of course.) He's given an ultimatum, and he steps up!

And of course he's not going to magically become a clone of Artoirel and get super serious and become an amazing knight. That's not who he is, and that's not where his skills lay. But he's trying. When you talk to him after that, he tells you about his training regiment, and how he's still not much good with a sword and how he'll never be like Haurchefant, but he's working on it, and he's training regularly and not skipping out on it like he used to. And when he takes over Camp Dragonhead, he treats the role with all the gravity it's due. Even Artoirel says he's impressed with him and how seriously he's taking it!

And then he shows back up in Endwalker and it's like they've just erased all that character development and turned him back into a useless ponce. He's not there because he wants to be, he's there because his brother commanded it and he had no choice. And, idk, but the Emmanellain I'd come to love wouldn't have stressed that so hard. Even if it had been Artoirel's suggestion, even if he knew he wasn't suited for the task, 3.x Emmanellain would have taken the role seriously and done his best in whatever capacity he can. While still being a flirty comic relief character.

Like, I love Emmanellain and Sicard, but damn I wish they hadn't destroyed my boy to bring them together.

*However, that doesn't mean he wasn't good at anything, or that his skills were useless! He's very adept socially, and he knows all sorts of rumors and all sorts of people. We see it during the riots in 3.1 in particular, where he knows people who knows people. There's merit to being a well connected gossip in high society! Just because he's not good with a sword doesn't mean he's useless! And he himself goes through a whole arc of self discovery where he realizes his skills are, in fact, skills.

Down To Dance - Ch. 1

Fandom: FFXIV

Pairing: Emmanellain/Sicard

Rating: General

Tags: Established Relationship, Ball Dancing, Dress-Up

When a pirate dates a noble, one finds a lot of differences. In world view, in attire and speech. And even in something as simple as dancing.

Yet if Sicard and Emmanellain are one thing, it's being stubborn.