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i like to think they’re singing a love song ♥
#guydelot thildonnet#sanson smyth#jehantel#ffxiv artist#ffxivtober#oc: kumokiri#ffxiv#final fantasy xiv#ff14
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not realizing they’re holding hands till someone points it out
(Don’t block me)
Touches Prompts
"We must keep this... quiet," Sanson cautions him while they walk - of a certainty, it would be quicker to teleport to Quarrymill and from there make their way to Jehantel's camp, but by silent accord they'd set out to walk the entire distance to the South Shroud. The quiet of the forest is its own privacy; the squirrels and treants give little care for the personal lives of two passing men. They may speak frankly.
And they have a good deal to speak about.
"Quiet, sure, but keeping it a secret from Jehantel?" Guydelot shrugs, shaking his head in incredulity. "You reckon he won't see it from a malm away? When last he saw us, we were at each other's throats." He grins, elbowing Sanson. "Now I've been at your throat in a different sort of way-"
"Guydelot! This is serious." Sanson looks away, too late to hide the blush creeping into his cheeks. But this is why they must discuss this while out, after all; any attempts to have a serious conversation at home invariably devolve into kisses stolen between words, and then the kisses grow deeper, and then... well. Getting out of the house is necessary.
Although Sanson isn't entirely convinced Guydelot wouldn't be just as content to take him against one of these trees-
Focus!
"We are in a delicate situation," he says, clearing his throat. "If I am to be your commanding officer, I cannot also be your lover in the eyes of the general public, let alone our superiors. They will accuse me of granting you special privileges - or of manipulating you from my position of power-"
"They've got a point there," Guydelot teases, tracing a line across Sanson's back with one finger. "I reckon I'd do just about anything for you when you're on top."
"Guydelot!"
The bard laughs, bright and musical, and it makes Sanson's heart stutter. The man has a beautiful laugh, rich as honey, and it makes Sanson want to kiss him again, the better to taste that sweetness on his own lips. But Guydelot raises his hands in surrender, putting half a step of distance between them as they walk. "Alright, alright. I won't tell Jehantel, but I'll be stunned stupid if he don't guess."
They walk on, passing into the shaded silence of the South Shroud. Wary antelopes dart away from the path, watching from the tall grass, and the boughs rustle high overhead - 'tis no great challenge to see why Jehantel favors it here. The Shroud has a music all its own, and the southern reaches are perhaps the most untamed - home to poachers and swamps and the ruins of Amdapor.
And one bard.
"Ah, there you are!" Jehantel greets them warmly as they reach his camp at last, drawn by the plucking of his harp. Even his idle melodies are enchanting, Sanson muses, as the three of them exchange greetings - it makes him wonder just how Guydelot's own songs will sound in a decade, or perhaps two...
"But come, I am eager to hear of your tales," Jehantel says, and Sanson realizes with a guilty start that he has been staring at Guydelot, lost in daydreams. By the Matron, if he means to keep this a secret, he must get a better hold on his own self-control!
"What, Eve didn't tell you all you could possibly hope to hear of it?" Guydelot drops comfortably to a seat on the ground, legs crossed. After a moment's hesitation, Sanson sits beside him - well, where else is he meant to sit? Nothing suspicious about that, surely.
Jehantel smiles at them both, and Sanson wonders, abruptly mortified, just how much Evelynn had told her mentor about their journey - and its conclusion. But all Jehantel says is, "Aye, but I should think it a tale worth telling twice, wouldn't you?" He sets his harp aside, folding his weathered hands in his lap. "I would hear it from you both."
They exchange a wordless glance.
Sanson draws a deep breath, and begins from the beginning, with their departure from Gridania. He allows Guydelot to take over the tale of finding and speaking to Ser Alamenain... and so it goes, weaving their stories together, making something coherent of the fragments they each carry of their adventure.
There are holes, of course.
I don't know how to tell the story where I fell so deeply in love with you, he thinks, gazing at Guydelot once more. Not without telling him I'm in love with you.
He recognizes the same hesitance in Guydelot's own side of the story - and the telltale glances he tosses Sanson's way, before he catches himself and looks away once more. He is, in Sanson's far from unbiased opinion, far more convincing at it; he himself might not have guessed that only a short time ago Guydelot had been flirting and teasing him all the way from Gridania's very gates, had he not experienced it firsthand.
"...And thus did we return home," Sanson concludes, as their tale winds its way to a close, climaxing with the fight against the siren in the Sea of Clouds, and the truth of the Ballad of Oblivion. Well, he can hardly tell Jehantel they'd kissed nigh the entire flight back, nor that he'd taken Guydelot home with him that very night, and for all three of the nights since; he doesn't wish to tell Jehantel that they very well ought to have made it out to visit him sooner, but that they'd spent every free moment together instead - talking, kissing, and inevitably falling into exploring each other, until suddenly there was no time to visit Jehantel at all.
There is a glimmer in the aging bard's eyes, however.
"Are you quite certain you've told me all there is to tell?"
"Everything as matters," Guydelot replies, sounding mildly affronted. "Why? Did Eve tell you different?"
"No, your story is much the same as Eve's," Jehantel says... and then his eyes drift downward. "'Tis only that I suspect you've left something out."
Something...? Sanson follows the line of Jehantel's gaze... to his own hand, joined with Guydelot's. At some point during their story, their hands had entwined without their knowing; he sees the same realization dawn on Guydelot's face - and they hastily let go. Sanson clasps his hands together demurely in his lap. "I... that is, we-"
"Found common ground?" Jehantel smiles, a wealth of knowing in his voice. "I confess, though I hoped you might become friends, I never suspected-"
"No one can know of it," Sanson says hastily, all too aware of Guydelot's I-told-you-so smirk at his side. He'll not hear the end of this, he's sure of it. "If Guydelot is to be a member of my unit, then-"
"I won't breathe a word of it." Jehantel picks up his harp once more, strumming a reassuring tune that puts Sanson's mind at ease. "Although, if you mean to keep it a secret... you'd best practice keeping your whole hearts out of your eyes, lads."
#sanson smyth#guydelot thildonnet#jehantel#my writing#do i write too much about the awkward early days of their relationship?#maybe.#but i like exploring it#(also why would i block you; you keep me fed)
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Jehantel being like I have come to terms with my survivors guilt and I’m ready to train eager new recruits :) this will go swimmingly and then his student is Guydelot LOL
#his face in the scene when you first meet Guydelot is so funny#Jehantel is so unimpressed with how cocky he’s being LOL#he’s like well believe it or not he’s actually my most promising student#he clearly cares a lot about him (and Sanson tbh) I think it’s very sweet that he asks us to watch over them#guydelot thildonnet#jehantel#FFXIV
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Prompt 10: Soothe (pick your own)
There were nights when he mused on what he less-than-fondly referred to as the First Night.
When he'd lived below ground with his family it was rare he'd found himself on the surface at all; trips to the above were periodically necessary for survival but they kept them quick and to the point, avoiding everyone and everything they could until they'd found what they sought and then they hurried home.
When Sylnan's Echo had awakened at first his family thought he was ill -- some sort of malady that caused vivid hallucinations, "wild stories" they'd called them at first. Sylnan hadn't felt sickened or otherwise unwell and had shaken off that first accidental vision within a few days. Life had returned to normal.
Then, it happened again. His first vision had been of a place and people he knew well, something he thought he remembered being present for though neither he nor anyone around him could recall it clearly enough to prove anything; this second vision was of a conversation between his father and uncle that took place before he'd even been born, nor was it even common knowledge outside of those he'd seen speaking in the vision. With a great deal of pressure they had confirmed what Sylnan had seen in his vision was true, down to the exact wording, and now whispers of illness were being replaced with possession. Strangeness. Something unnatural. There were fears that whatever ailed him could affect the rest of them as well so his family had moved away from the cavern that they had called home for decades, in the hopes they could perhaps flee whatever this was.
And things were fine, for awhile. Until it happened again, and then suddenly more often. Now it did not seem to be an issue of location but of person. Something was wrong. They did not understand, so they feared. The fear festered into resentment as secrets were laid bare before Sylnan's unwilling eyes and even if he refused to explain what he saw, swore to keep it to himself, they still hated him for it.
Finally, they'd forced him out.
That first night, with nothing but a bow in his hand, ten arrows in his quiver, and the clothes on his back, Sylnan had cowered within a giant hollowed tree and jumped at every noise - so unfamiliar! - that reached him. What did he know of living here in the forest? He had no clear understanding of what was safe to eat, what predators prowled or how they hunted, or where he could go to find proper shelter without encroaching on those he knew would shoot a man like himself on sight.
That First Night had been the worst of his life.
It had taken days to muster the courage to begin ranging far from the log, seeking game and trying to find berries or nuts that looked familiar. Each night he'd returned to the log for fitful sleep and it was during one of those long, restless evenings that he heard gentle music coming from somewhere nearby. It had frightened him some as music meant people and people could mean trouble but the tune was soft and soothing, and didn't seem to be getting any closer. That had spurred him to go in search of it, to assess if he was in danger, and he'd come across a lone elezen man strumming a harp beside a small campfire a short trek from Sylnan's log.
The man had not seemed surprised to see him materialize out of the shadows beyond the firelight, and had greeted him politely without pausing in his playing. As skittish as a rabbit Sylnan had asked questions of him - who was he? Why was he here? Where did he come from? - and answered them in turn, and soon he was sharing the man's fire and even his dinner.
If the First Night had been the worst of his life then that night he'd met Jehantel had been the one to save it, and as he usually did when such memory resurfaced Sylnan strummed that familiar tune on his own harp, deftly picking out every soothing note, and wondered where Jehantel was now...probably, or hopefully, still wandering the forests, as Sylnan had begun to after he'd learned the bard's craft under the man's careful tutelage. Mayhaps he'd get the chance to meet with the man again and share what he'd learned along this hero's path -- everything uplifting, sobering, frightening, every chord and lyric and song that he would not have otherwise learned if Jehantel hadn't given him the skills needed to survive on this journey. It was something Sylnan could never truly repay him for; he thought of him every time the First Night came to mind and drove away the awful memory with the soothing song - the first song - that he'd ever learned.
At the very least he hoped the man was well and that the world would treat him kindly, even if he never crossed paths with him again.
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Final Fantasy 14 G-Posing of Jehantel by: Me
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“Nothing gives my heart more loving music as you do.” - Valentine's Day from Jehantel (Complete set.)
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Mass Effect/FFXIV Crackfic Idea
I had an idea for a Mass Effect/FFXIV crack!fic with a musically-inclined Engineer Shepard meeting Jehantel in Gridania.
(Scene: Shepard’s soul gets thrown into the Rift after the Normandy explodes in the beginning of Mass Effect 2, and he ends up in Gridania. The Twin Adder arrive, thinks he’s nuts, and throw him in jail. Sanson overhears Shepard humming a song in his cell, has an idea, and somehow convinces Serpent Commander Heuloix and the Bowlord to let Master Jehantel talk to Shepard.)
"I guess I'm the odd one out. I'm an engineer, and it's a lot colder where I'm from. Snow too."
"...Garlemald?"
"Canada." (Jehantel is confused as hell).
(I really should revise and post this sometime, if there’s any interest. xD)
#sifa's writing#crack fic#FFXIV#Final Fantasy 14#Final Fantasy XIV#mass effect#commander shepard#ffxiv bard#fic crossover#jehantel#sanson smyth
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Most Punchable Job Trainer - Ranged + Magic DPS
Merging these two because they don't have many individually and also didn't have many that seemed obviously punchable
#final fantasy xiv#ffxiv punchability#ffxiv dancer#ffxiv bard#ffxiv machinist#ffxiv summoner#ffxiv black mage#ffxiv red mage#ffxiv blue mage#jehantel fointeaume#sanson smyth#guydelot thildonnet#stephanivien de haillenarte#nashmeira#ranaa mihgo#y'mhitra rhul#lalai lai#shatotto shato#x'ruhn tia#martyn ffxiv
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Gonna cure an old man's depression, one song at a time
#jehantel fointeaume#oc: fjora swiftmane#it's tiiiiime#to help grandpa out of his funk#ffxiv bard questline
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Doodled some random NPCs. My comfort zone is very much old/angular/rough... not so much young/round/soft lmao. Something to work on!
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bard family night that i drew for fathers day <3 jehantel my father
#ffxiv#final fantasy xiv#jehantel fointeaume#guydelot thildonnet#wol#shrim phrydrice#idk if i can tag sanson... but hes on the tambourine :) percussion is very important#ugh look at how happy shrimpy is she loves her little family#i need to replay bard quests
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ngl like. bard 30-50 was where it peaked for me. I do like the squabbling and dynamics between sanson and guydelot, but the stuff with jehantel resonated with me more
#I don’t mind the guys they are fun#it’s a nice story and I see that people like it#i dunno I just enjoyed jehantel more#his all consuming remorse and inability to move past his actions in the past#his searching for someone not to pass down these fancy archery tricks to#but to pass down song and stories and to use those to aid your allies in battle#him coming to terms with his actions and loss by the same skills he forsoke#it’s personally a more enjoyable narrative to me#I do think him and eyrie are more of companion and colleagues rather than mentor and student#they share their stories and the songs with each other#spending time with him was one of the reprieves eyrie had in ARR#he knows the songs of eyrie’s youth in the mountains#the ones their father taught him. the ones their mother taught them#it’s an important part of eyrie’s culture and it’s so so precious to have them share that with him#I’m mushy but yeah#30-50 bard hits
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FFXIV WRITE 2023: DAY 1 [ENVOY]
link to the ao3 post for my entries | day two | day three | day four
envoy [noun] - a diplomatic agent, any accredited messenger or representative also written as "envoi", the brief stanza that ends French poetic forms such as the ballade or sestina. It usually serves as a summation or a dedication to a particular person.
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wolguydesan implied, post-endwalker.
313 words.
Guydelot had asked him if he wanted to write a song, once everything was said and done.
He hadn't known how to respond. Bard though he may be, Elinor isn't exactly able to finish an adventure off with a ballad, tying every loose end neatly with his verse. It took a certain amount of bravery in and of itself, the act of creation; maybe he could've done it before, sure, when his adventures hadn't left anything more than physical scars and epic-worthy memories, but now...
Well.
He turns back after a pause, looking over his shoulder to the other side of the hollowed log where his companions sit. Jehantel and Guydelot are still messing about with their harps, voices almost drowned out by the chords, while Sanson sits at the opposite side of the fire, smile bright as he laughs at their antics. He's still guarding his fiddle, Elinor realizes with a fond pang—the hyur's right hand curled delicately around the base of the instrument's neck, he rests it in his lap as his left holds the bow loosely as a conductor, careful not to jostle either piece with his laughter.
It's a sweet, warm tableau, he thinks. All the elements of a wonderful night with friends, giddy with joy and comfortable in their comradery. And yet...
Elinor watches as Sanson grows too wild in his mirth and swings the bow too close to the fire, startling himself into hurriedly drawing it back and inspecting it for damage. A heartbeat, before Elinor realizes he's smiling so much he aches with it; he wishes he could smooth Sanson's guilty scowl with a kiss.
He remains only a moment or two longer before he pulls himself up from where he was sitting, brushing forest dirt off his clothes briefly before he goes to relieve Sanson from his self-imposed duty.
Mayhap he had a song in him yet.
#ffxiv write 2023#ffxivwrite2023#ffxiv writing#elinor sumarlioi#sanson smyth#guydelot thildonnet#jehantel ffxiv#cave scribbles#ffxiv#final fantasy 14
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Character Opinion Bingo: Jehantel!
Bard Grandpa!!!! Also accidentally a bard otp cupid he didn’t plan any of this for his bard student and Captain but he is happy about it.
He deserves so much more love, I’m glad we helped him through his problems and we got to travel with him, his been through so much and he is so nice. Those scenes with him and his squadron were so painful. I admit he is also refreshing as an older Wildwood Gridanian character from an older generation yet he is just so nice and he comes after the quests with Silvairre (who I don’t hate but hoped had better writing) and it’s good. The scene where he is holding his fellow Miqo’te from his squadron is so painful too. How he made a mistake and it changed his life so badly but he still deserves hope and after all of this in Nourval quests he still has things to teach.
I can’t dislike him even when just starting to get to know him and I just want to help him later, I just have emotions about Jehantel and his therapy pet kedtrap. I love his quests, especially when he finds the way to save wol since he couldn’t even arm himself or hold an arrow, I understand him and wants the best for him.
Of course I have feelings about how he has faith in the boys too when almost nobody else does. In fact he and Vorsaile are the only ones in quests to be shown to believe in them. He also believes in us and not as the wol but as some random person with a bow and harp who shows in his log and asks for songs.
I want to spend time with him and listen to his tales and make sure he is taking care of himself over there.
He is old enough to remember old wars and yet he doesn’t seem to have hold on to any old prejudice instead quite the opposite.
Jehantel is precious.
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I think everyone probably has the “au that I’ll never write that lives only in my head but I think of it often” and for me it, that au is the one where Sanson and Guydelot are pairs skaters who don’t get along at first and have to learn how to work together. Once they do, they win worlds and the Olympics and also fall in love because you know. That’s who I am.
#I can picture it really well#Sanson is the skater who tends to drop the performance aspect because he’s focusing so much on doing the elements#Guydelot is the naturally more talented skater and an excellent performer but he’s bad about going to practice#which of course they butt beads on#but when they’re on their on ice chemistry can’t be matched#Jehantel is their coach hehe#bard boys
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Sanaii is officially picking up BRD at level 42
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Final Fantasy 14 G-Posing of Jehantel by: Me
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“Nothing gives my heart more loving music as you do.” - Valentine's Day from Jehantel
(Do not steal/repost/or take in any way. But as usual reblogs are always welcomed.)
#jehantel#Final Fantasy XIV#Final Fantasy 14#ff14 be like savage and etreme content? nawww#ffxiv#my pics#my pic#ff14 gposing by me
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