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ㅤLady Marie / EST / Balmungㅤ

Here lies the empty cocoon of a wayward butterfly.It was pried open by greedy hands, the ones responsible nowhere to be seen.One can only hope the tearing and ripping was worth the result,A radiant monster with the prettiest wings anyone had ever seen.Stunning midnight blue that reflects the starry expanse, stained with vibrant crimson.

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❝ㅤBut something 'bout the way that you lie is soothingㅤ❞

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ㅤpersonalityㅤㅤMarie may seem naive at first glance, but she's far from it. Perhaps that's what draws people in and traps them there. Her smile radiates with joy, but the look in her eyes will tell anyone a different story. She's curious about everything and will talk someone's ear off once she warms up to them. The woman is a romantic; however, she has become more reserved after recent events.

Marie was born into a wealthy noble house. Expensive silks, gorgeous jewels, ballroom gatherings; one would think she had anything she could have wanted. A fairytale, just for her. Except she had the opposite.She lived a nightmare.Marie loved her parents dearly, but it was a shame they didn't feel the same. She was the only child they had, and responsibilities and obligations were thrust upon her. To them, Marie was more of a servant than their child.In their eyes, she was a leech. A daughter that had no skills or talents, Marie was useless to them. Pathetic when it came to arts. Terrible with dancing. How could she be so fruitless? However, they hadn't always felt that way. Once upon a time, Marie was their pride and joy.That was until she told them her dream.

ㅤwhite liliesㅤ

Marie constantly smells of fresh flowers. One that sticks out the most is the unmistakable scent of white lilies. A delicate fragrance that incites memories of mourning or nostalgia.

ㅤradiant aetherㅤ

If one's aethersight is strong enough, one may be caught off guard by how bright Marie's aether is. It spins and flows like silk but has a crystalline sheen. She's either aware of it or pretending not to be. Whatever the case may be, her aether is malignant.

ㅤfrail?ㅤ

Those who know Marie remember her as being built like a twig. But nowadays, she's sturdier than she's ever been, and it's rather strange. She wasn't always this way, though she expresses no desire to tell anyone what happened.

ㅤalbinismㅤ

Marie's desire to cover herself completely, even in the hottest or humid climates, is strange. She's always obscuring her eyes with tinted shades; some may glimpse steel blue hues.

⟡ㅤEnkhㅤ⟡

A Dollmaker that captivated Marie with a story. Their beauty was unmatched in Marie's eyes. She loves their dresses and the way they carry themselves. Marie is smitten with the Doll, and forever grateful for the friend they gave them, Noir. She is loyal to them to the end, and would do whatever they asked of her. The Doll-Prince, how she adores them so.

⟡ㅤExileㅤ⟡

A mysterious Viera Marie stumbled across during a trip to Ul'dah. Upon their first meet, they waltzed through the Lane. An odd sight to anyone else, it was Heaven to Marie. Since then, she's been drawn to him, like Enkh. While he lacks the elegance they have, the way he looms over her like a shadow is comforting. She doesn't even mind the secrets they keep.

⟡ㅤKaneyoㅤ⟡

Marie will miss you more than you know, dear one. And perhaps when the time is right again, they will meet beneath a gorgeous moon. When Marie is the Princess she wishes to be, and perhaps when this one is the Blade It wishes to be. But that time is not now, and maybe it will never come to pass. But the Stargazer will hope and always wish It the best.

⟡ㅤBayaaㅤ⟡

Ah, how bright you are, beloved Sun! Your golden rays only feed the red peonies that have bloomed in Marie's garden. From Bayaa's martial prowess to beautiful features and lovable personality, Marie truly cannot get enough of her. She will do her best to impress the Azim-favored warrioress and await their next dance.

⟡ㅤCharydbisㅤ⟡

Once, a Beast visited a garden of white lilies, and from that point on, the Little Rabbit was smitten. A hand extended, a world of possibilities to be explored, and the concept of love finally bloomed. She knows what that is now because of you, Beast. Your siren song was too strong to ignore, and Marie was pulled beneath the waves. So please, never let go.

⟡ㅤLaverneㅤ⟡

When she laid eyes on the ice-cursed hare, she was fascinated with him. Entangled with him from the threads of a Beast, she hopes to grow with him. It matters not how cold he is, for Marie will never leave. Frosted flowers are planted there just for you, and your icy heart betrays the warm emotions you display toward the Little Rabbit.

⟡ㅤWyssㅤ⟡

The Mountain and Foundation. Gods, how she cannot be without you. When times were hard, an Inked Knight never left her Princess' side. Constantly reminded to push forward and walk that path of endless ambition, Wyss is irreplaceable to Marie. She loves her to the Hells, the Heavens, and back. Words will not do, so hopefully, her actions will suffice.

⟡ㅤSaintㅤ⟡

This one is so mystical! A self-proclaimed Saint, perhaps? It matters not to Marie, and why? Because he's her best friend! A name she had always heard in passing that came to her "aid" one morning. She is rather fond of him, like a best friend. He also has excellent fashion sense. Perhaps he would like to go to a ball some day, and laugh at some stuffy nobles?

⟡ㅤZero-Oneㅤ⟡

She knows you are incapable of feeling, machine. But that will not stop her from being so fond of you and the treats you make! Marie very much enjoys their small moments together and finds him surprisingly easy to open up to. On one hand, she feels bad for constantly stealing his clothing, but on the other hand, Marie is happy she always has a piece of him.

⟡ㅤThe Kingㅤ⟡

Banish the rot. Burn it to the ground. Uproot twisted thorns and vile vines. Rip, rip, rip—tear up the remnants of lies and betrayal. Your home is in the lower gardens, where one used to be before you set it all ablaze. Ser, do you know what it means to love? She shouldn't care about you, abomination, but she does. In a strange way, you are a savior. You helped her bloom.

⟡ㅤCatoㅤ⟡

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