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blind date meme

ishgardian kissing The Blind Date meme. Pretty self-explanatory. No matter how awkward and unexpected they might be, there is always something exciting about them. Who is your company for the evening going to be? Will it be a person of your innermost dreams or someone you absolutely can't stand? Here's how it works: i. Post with your character! They're now in the middle of a blind date set up by a friend or some other character. ii. Comment to each other! When you do that... iii. Go to Random.org and roll a single die! iv. Play out the date. This meme can be fluffy, smutty, or comedic — just state your preferences if necessary. v. Have fun! 1. FIRST DATE. — You've never been out on a date before, so a friend decided to give you a helping hand... 2. ON THE REBOUND. — You're still recovering from a painful breakup or some other loss, but a friend thinks they've found a great partner for you anyway... 3. NOT STRANGERS AT ALL. — So, someone thought your date would be a charming stranger. Turns out you already know them... 4. HIDEOUSLY AWKWARD. — Hey wait, that's your ex/boss/doctor/distant family member! Or, even worse, it's that person you absolutely despise. This will go well! 5. EXISTING PARTNER. — You're already dating — you two are just acting like strangers to spice up your love life. 6. FUTURE SPOUSE. — Unfortunately, you have to have an arranged marriage. Fortunately, you get to meet that special someone for a date beforehand. How will the night go? 7. WILDCARD. — Come up with your own scenario! This meme was gently lifted from bakerstreet. Enjoy!

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francel de haillenarte; ishgardian noble

[haillenarte]

[aethereyes]

['Tisn't a "date" in the way Thancred insinuated when he brought her the message. Y'shtola was skeptical at first of even that, as he teased (softly, with a rougher and unpracticed edge, a frigid pang in the midst of his company) about her many admirers and held the letter a bit out of reach despite the danger to his health. The last straw nearly snapped as he broke the seal and read it aloud.

His disappointment when it was but a missive to meet for tea was almost worth the hassle of wresting the parchment from him. Though the sender penned no name, the seal was Ishgardian, and Y'shtola had few "admirers" and fewer from the Holy See who'd want taking tea in her company. Perhaps he knew better than to continue teasing about the gentle smile or the careful re-rolling.

She leaves with a few low sly warnings about a mage's options for vengeance and a warmer coat. The missive requests her presence in Ishgard proper, and offers directions to a particular eating house. Though it may be frowned upon, she brings her staff and keeps her wits about her ascending the cold stone stairs. While Y'shtola doubts very much that the summons is a trap, other dangers oft lay in wait in cities where stones whisper. She is no longer an unfamiliar sight to some and greets those who acknowledge her ere she reaches a carved wooden door.

Pushing it open, and then quickly closed against the wind, Y'shtola searches the room for any who might have wanted her attention so specifically, masking hope beneath a calm consideration.]

[haillenarte]

[francel, too, has received a missive, and he is looking at it when y'shtola comes in.

it isn't often that he visits ishgard, himself, but some business with the manufactory and aurvael's need for bigger airships led francel to play courier between his brothers — largely because of the fact that the funding would be partially provided by skyfire locks. some house fortemps squire had stopped him on his way to the airship landing, handed him a scroll, and said his presence was requested by a member of the scions.

fair enough. there's only one member of the scions with whom he has any real familiarity, so it doesn't surprise him when y'shtola walks in, frosty and beautiful as any hailstorm. he smiles and waves her over, though the first words to leave his lips at her approach might prove confusing:]

Y'shtola. What need had you to call on me?

[apparently, neither of them know why they're here.]

[aethereyes]

Francel. [A quick response to her name, and a nod, before she draws back in confusion.] To call on you? Quite the contrary. I've a message bearing your House's seal summoning me.

[She unfastens the buckles on her coat and reaches within, drawing her rolled up parchment from an inner pocket and setting it on the table before she sits.]

You may look it over if it please you. The instructions were very direct. I'd hoped against some sort of emergency, but I am prepared nonetheless.

[haillenarte]

[francel looks over the missive, increasingly bemused, as the handwriting within does not belong to any of his family (though it has been so long since last he saw stephanivien write that perhaps he has simply forgotten their styles). he unfurls and re-furls the scroll, staring at it with a raised brow.]

Curious... this is indeed the Haillenarte seal. A merry trick, perhaps, on part of our friends?

[he frowns. what would be the purpose of sending him and y'shtola to meet one another? if it were someone as esteemed as the lord commander he would suspect a trap, but francel is no one so special that he would need to be distracted in the event of some foul plan...]

For what worth my words may carry, I must say, they know me well. I have long been fond of the wine served here.

[ishgardians and their wine.]

[aethereyes]

Likewise does our mysterious messenger know my habits. I am partial to tea and have not tested this establishment's offerings of any kind.

[And the curiosity of Sharlayans and Scions is legendary. Y'shtola glances around, but there are no strange aetheric disturbances, and she has no sense of foreboding from nearby tables. 'Tis a quaint and quiet place with subtle refined touches.]

A merry trick it might indeed be. 'Twould explain why Thancred felt himself so bold as to read messages unaddressed to him, if naught else.

[Perhaps more about the mystery shall come to light in time. In either case, Y'shtola rests her hands atop the table and smiles at Francel.]

It has been some time.

[haillenarte]

It has, indeed.

[he smiles back, but there's a touch of uncertainty to it; he doesn't know if she can see him, at least in that particular moment. nevertheless, he makes a sweeping gesture with his arm in lieu of a bow — he can't bow properly since he's seated — and, well, as if on cue, a serving-girl comes by with another menu.]

...How have you been? After... after everything.

[aethereyes]

[Y'shtola takes the menu with a thank-you and opens it before her, but she is still focused on Francel. The question is hardly a surprise.]

I suppose I ought to say that the days are the more precious for nearly losing my chance at them. [And they are, of course. Believing that does not negate all the heaviness of heart and spirit.] My sister in Eorzea and I talk a good deal more often, now, and for that I will ever be thankful.

[Whether or not she sees him, she is expert in the act of it, pale eyes directed to Francel's face and just one ear turning to pick up scattered other conversations.]

How do you fare? After everything.

[haillenarte]

[discomfort passes over francel's expression at the question. he lowers his eyes to the menu, staring at the dessert section.]

...It goes.

[it goes. life goes, whether or not he even wants it to. his loved ones are dead, and the world continues to turn, and it would continue to turn without him even if he clawed at the dirt and begged it to stop, to give him just one more moment to grieve.]

Have you mentioned a sister before this? I did not know you had one.

[aethereyes]

[A nod to his reply. She has had...more days like that than she's like to admit to anyone, including herself. Francel will prefer she leaves it lie there, and this time she complies.]

One? [There are better and brighter things to discuss.] I have eleven.

[haillenarte]

[francel squints at her in almost-disbelief.]

...How do you live?

[he has his hands full with just four three siblings.]

[aethereyes]

At present, rather far apart, as one must accept part and parcel in the lifestyle I choose. [His disbelief was all the reaction she hoped for, really.] Y'mhitra is my sister in Eorzea, though she resides in Gridania or Mor Dhona for her work with the Allagan ruins there. She wrote not long ago that she had finally finished a presentable draft of her latest composition.

[More tales of Miqo'te families must wait, as the waitress is there to hear their orders.]

Is there something you particularly recommend, Francel?

[haillenarte]

Er... pudding?

[he's taken rather off-guard by the question, as people don't generally ask for his opinions on things. pudding was just the first thing to come to mind.]

B-But if you've a mind for aught more savory, the sauteed porcinis are always a delight.

[aethereyes]

[Pudding brings forth a gentle chuckle. Naturally he prefers a dessert; she has met with his likes before.]

Sauteed porcini sounds delicious. And some tea, please. [Y'shtola is not a cold weather creature and though they have been inside a short while, she'd like to warm up all the same.]

[haillenarte]

Sauteed porcini and Coerthan tea, then. I think I will take a slice of pineapple ponzecake, myself.

[the elezen waitress nods and walks off with their orders memorized. francel, for his part, simply laces his fingers above the table and regards y'shtola with a kind of quiet curiosity.]

I do hope you do not mind your tea Ishgardian-style? I am told yak milk is something of an... acquired taste.

[aethereyes]

I've taken my tea Ishgardian style any number of times since passing through the gates. [Aymeric at times remembers that his wider Eorzean visitors might prefer something less weighted, but she has of late watched Thancred half-choke on his first sip of the stuff in the Jeweled Crozier while she calmly enjoyed hers.] Fear not for my sensitive palate.

[This is...this is pleasant. She misses this, warmth and closeness and gentle conversation with a friend whose intentions she feels no need to divine. The Scions are piece by piece recovering and will never recover, all at once. It makes supper cold above the table and puts drafts in corners no one remembered until they couldn't look at each other lest one of them espy pain.

These musings have no place here and she schools her ears back into uprightness.]

I do wonder at the nature of our messenger or messengers. What purpose have they for us to meet thus?

[haillenarte]

[francel, too, finds some small comfort in this — a meal with a friend, light conversation over a smooth hardwood table with a warm hearth blazing some distance away. it's been a long time since he had this. even when haurchefant was alive they rarely had the time to speak to each other so leisurely. this, with y'shtola, is... nice.]

I wonder the same thing. There are not many who know of our... our friendship.

[it feels weird, calling it that. like accepting some strange label for their relationship. it's not that francel doesn't think of y'shtola as a friend, but — ishgardian lordlings do not usually keep scion scholars as friends.]

I suspect one of your associates rather than mine.

[not least because... his brothers and sister would never set him up on a friendly outing with y'shtola, and his knights are more likely to simply tell him to do so.]

✨ .//. I'ziva Ganajai » non-WoL or WoL » m/f

[aroguereborn]

(ooc: Just let me know which you prefer.)

[haillenarte]

(ooc: hello! would you be interested in a silly platonic date set before 3.0, with ziva as the wol?)

[purrrrfection]

(ooc: Hey! YEAH I'd be down for that! I was laughing with my friend just now on voice because I was literally JUST LOOKING back at this meme 6 minutes ago and thinking "Maybe I'll post a "Linkshell Texts from last night" meme.

Anyway, how about prompt 5 with a twist? With her (and him...?) already having their own respective existing partners, but they were both busy with other things on V-day?)

[haillenarte]

(ooc: francel's facebook relationship status: it's complicated BUT SURE, that works for me! let me know if you'd like me to change anything.)



[francel has nothing against house valentione. lisette de valentione is a strange woman, to be sure — but perfectly pleasant, at least in public. the ardent displays of affection don't bother him. the garish pink and red could be worse.

it's just... year after year, the valentione's day celebrations disappoint him.

every year, some dire emergency comes up, and haurchefant can't make it — at least, not on the proper day. this year, a patrol has failed to return on time, with ogres reportedly on the prowl — and francel wasn't going to be so selfish as to request haurchefant's presence during something like that.

the day doesn't really matter. except that it does.

sighing, francel dismisses a messenger-squire from his home and stares forlornly at the dinner for two on his table. it will just have to be a dinner for one. he wonders what to do with the leftover food. the right thing would be to divide it between the families of skyfire locks, but there isn't enough food for that. perhaps a guest will stop by...]

Sorry for the delay, passed out last night and had work today!

[purrrrfection]

[ It's a day of disappointments, it seems, though both parties are apparently determined not to let their plans go to waste.

She'd planned out a full afternoon and evening for she and her wife, intent on bringing her to study some of the architecture in the area around Camp Dragonhead, and ending the day warming back up by the fire at their home. It was only after arriving at the aetheryte there that she learned her wife was otherwise predisposed subbing in for some allies usual healer. The message was delivered via cheerful Moogle carrier, though his cheer didn't apparently rub off very well.

Well... there were plenty of tasks to be seen to around the outpost, as usual, so there was a plus, at least. If she couldn't spend the holiday celebrating, at least she could take her mind off of what she was missing with menial tasks, errands, and favors.

The knock comes to Francel's door just shortly after his musings, and one chilled adventurer gladly steps in with her final parcel for delivery in hand. Other than a light dusting of snow the package appears in good condition, and it's apparent she'd taken some care in making sure it arrived safely. Now she need only wait to be escorted to the recipient, and hope that the tantalizing smells filling the corridors didn't set her stomach to growling with the same ferocity as the wind beginning to pick up outside. ]

Smells like a feast fit for a king.

[ She observes with an appreciative, deep inhale.

Lord Francel, your silent wish has been granted. ]

no worries!

[haillenarte]

Oh — I'ziva!

[francel is so startled by her almost-silent entry that he nearly drops his ladle. normally he has knights in the house with him, but he'd dismissed them as he was expecting haurchefant to drop by; without them, francel can be a little paranoid about intruders.

i'ziva is a friend, though, so he quickly pulls his composure back together and smiles at her.]

I, er... I fear I made a little too much for dinner.

[well. it's a meal for two, in the middle of the valentione's day festivities, and he's alone. it's not hard to tell what's happened.]

I was just about to serve myself some soup — would you like a bowl?

[purrrrfection]

(ooc: I totally understand if it's been too long, but I'm coming back from an unplanned hiatus. I'm so sorry for disappearing like that! Would you still like to continue this thread?)

[haillenarte]

(ooc: omg so i also... totally died for a month or twelve there...

if you're up to continue this thread please do feel free! if not, i'm sure we'll see each other again on future threads o/)