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insomniasprince·

Noctis nodded softly, Luna had facilitated his getting the Storm senders Blessing. He was so grateful for her help, but he wished he could get to see her too. “Please, give her my thanks and let her know I can’t wait to be reunited with her,”

        A gentle smile accompanied by a faint laugh is given. She knows how much he desires to be reunited with the Oracle, for Lunafreya wants much the same. Though when and how they will cross paths again, even Gentiana does not know. ❝ His message will be delivered to her. ❞ A light nod is given. ❝ -He is bound for Altissia? The mother of tides lays slumbering... she is not so easy to sway. ❞

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valentine's day application

Name: Age: Do you like to cuddle?: Can we make-out?: A night in or dinner out?: Ice cream or chocolate covered strawberries?: What makes you a good Valentine?: Would you cook for me?: Would you let me cook for you?:

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insomniasprince·

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“Gentiana,” Noctis greeted the woman gently. He was more then happy to see the woman but at the same time, if she was here, who was watching over Luna?  “What brings you here?” He blinked softly at her. 

        She did not need to hear him speak to know of his worry over the Oracle; it radiated off him likes rays of the sun. But she remained peaceful and serene all the same, as though her expression were stuck like that. ❝ King of Kings, the Storm sender forged the covenant and gave you his blessing. The Oracle knows this and is pleased. ❞

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❝ reality is the absolute last place i want to be. ❞

SHORT STORIES, my favorite kind of poetry ( meme ).

        To hear such words come from the lips of her dear friend, it rattled the Glacial Messenger to the core. She had a part to play in the way the Oracle was feeling for she had helped construct the prophecy that was soon coming to fruition. The stars in the heavens were lining up, the King ready to make his ascension and the Oracle... well, she would pay the price along with him. Neither seeing the dawn come and their hard work and sacrifices come together to make a brighter future.

        ❝ Reality is a cruel mistress, the Oracle knows this... but she also knows that she cannot back down. It is not in her nature. ❞

        Oh, how easy it would be to spirit away the girl who had warmed her heart for so many years, who had taught her how to love again. But she could not, for doing so would be a selfish act.

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SHORT STORIES, my favorite kind of poetry ( meme ).

SIX WORDS .

❝ i heard you were doing good. ❞ ❝ you don’t grow your horns overnight. ❞ ❝ i promise, it gets better eventually. ❞ ❝ & we never talked after that. ❞ ❝ am i really, truly, that unlovable? ❞ ❝ don’t talk like you’re coming back. ❞ ❝ my most dangerous habit is trusting. ❞ ❝ we’re made of stars & stories. ❞ ❝ you didn’t have to do that. ❞ ❝ everything is poetry when you’re drunk. ❞ ❝ did i mean anything to you? ❞ ❝ real feelings don’t just go away. ❞ ❝ you came & changed the weather. ❞ ❝ when can you just be mine? ❞ ❝ there was no love, only lust. ❞ ❝ darling, stop wishing on dead stars. ❞ ❝ art is another form of screaming. ❞ ❝ silence is the most painful goodbye. ❞ ❝ what the fuck did you do? ❞ ❝ i’m drunk, dizzy & missing you. ❞ ❝ kiss me like you’re losing me. ❞ ❝ i don’t feel like smiling today. ❞ ❝ not all good people are innocent. ❞ ❝ we’re a disaster in the making. ❞ ❝ some things are better left unsaid. ❞ ❝ we really should’ve talked about it. ❞ ❝ i’m so glad i met you. ❞ ❝ i wish i knew you earlier. ❞ ❝ i fucked (pronoun/name) to our song. ❞ ❝ i dreamed of you this night. ❞

TEN WORDS .

❝ you saw the messed up parts of me, & stayed. ❞ ❝ all i’ve ever wanted was for someone to save me. ❞ ❝ since you left, i have no one to talk to. ❞ ❝ i apologize for the nights in which i cannot breathe. ❞ ❝ everytime i look at you, i want to kiss you. ❞ ❝ we said no strings attached but now we’re in knots. ❞ ❝ there’s a difference between missing someone & missing having someone. ❞ ❝ for which f are you drinking? fuck, forget, or fun? ❞ ❝ my biggest mistake was thinking i could live without (pronoun/name). ❞ ❝ whenever (name/pronoun) rose to kiss me, i fell even more. ❞ ❝ i wish that ‘goodnight’ was followed by ‘i love you’. ❞ ❝ let’s smoke a pack of mentholds & talk about love. ❞ ❝ your deep, sleepy voice makes me feel like i’m okay. ❞ ❝ i read both of our horoscopes looking for an answer ❞ ❝ reality is the absolute last place i want to be. ❞ ❝ i didn’t expect that drunk kiss could mean this much. ❞ ❝ all i need is a late night drive with you. ❞ ❝ feeling pain is nowhere near as terrifying as feeling nothing. ❞ ❝ your eyes are the color of summer fading into autumn. ❞ ❝ you are the warmest home i will ever, ever find. ❞ ❝ the world is less scary when i am with you. ❞ ❝ i still can’t tell which of us was the victim. ❞ ❝ i just need an excuse to hang out with you. ❞ ❝ your expectations for me have been set way too high. ❞ ❝ i don’t want to feel this way about anyone else. ❞

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                                 Indie   -   Semi Selective    -  Gentiana/Shiva FFXV                                                   Personals please do not reblog.

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Ravus just slowly slides over, then starts peppering her face in soft little kisses~

        Gentle laughter escapes her as his lips softly find her face over and over. He is like the sun on a winter morn to her. ❝ Did the prince miss her so? ❞ 

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         ❝ Many roads has this messenger taken, but all have lead her back here. ❞

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ravusnightblossom·

⋞⁘♔⁘⋟   His posture eased even more as he heard the bell-like sound of her quiet laughter, his smile growing even more. It pleased him to see her acting more casual around him, and he was confident enough that no one would be following them in here. At the very least, even if they did, he hoped that any unwanted company might witness them, them quickly depart. 

His other hand rose, a finger gently hooking itself beneath her chin so he could meet her gaze. Thumb gently grazing over her jawline, his voice stayed soft while he spoke. “It is only flattery if it untrue or spoken for gain.” Leaning closer, he pressed a feather-light kiss to her lips before speaking again. “If anything, I am understating the obvious, my lady…”            

          Her worries over who might see them were not for herself, her concerns never added her own being into the equation. No, all worries were saved for him. It was he who would suffer most if the two of them were discovered and the news of their... romantic moments were received in an ill manner. The worst that would happen to her would be banishment, but Ravus stood to lose so much more, and this is why she tread the line of being cautious.

          Still, how could Gentiana allow such troubling thoughts to take presidence in her mind when he looked at her like that, drawing her in with a feather-light hold as though she were made of delicate porcelain. As he pressed his lips upon her own, she reciprocated in kind, inhaling while the two were joined as though doing so would draw him him deeper. ❝ And did the prince not just gain something from his kind words? A gentle kiss shared between secret lovers? ❞ She was teasing, of course.

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@glacixn answered your ask: Some might find the rain outside to be dreary and…

⋞⁘♔⁘⋟   Of course, leave it to the woman to be so formal even in a moment of relaxation. With a soft hum of acknowledgement, he sat the cups on the table in front of him, then settled in more comfortably beside he. 

“He does– I mean… I do.” Correcting himself as he picked up her interesting way of speak, his lips pursed for a second in mild amusement. “It’s a beautiful evening.” An arm moved to slip around Gentiana’s shoulders while Ravus leaned closer and whispered into her ear. “But hardly comparable to your beauty.”                                  

          The formality is only had in caution, after all, it would only take one person to see their lord sauntering to a private room alone for them to follow him and ask if he required anything. Not that she faulted them for it, they were simply doing their job and she appreciated that they wanted to take care of him and tend to his every need.

          A soft laugh escapes her when she hears him fumble over his words, her eyes opening so that she could look upon him and see how his small blunder translated to his face. Oh, how she enjoyed it when he didn’t look so tense. As his arm wrapped around her, she settled into the gentle embrace and shook her head. ❝ The messenger thinks that you are trying to flatter her; and yet she see’s no reason to object. ❞ Her words are softly spoken as her hand moves to rest upon his lap.

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Some might find the rain outside to be dreary and unpleasant, but to Ravus it was a recipe for a relaxing evening. Even the light rumbles of thunder were relaxing. Most of the staff had dispersed off to their quarters for the night, which left him freedom to move about unbothered. Preparing two cups of mint and chamomile tea, he carried them into the lounge where he'd last seen Gentiana. Saying nothing, he moved to sit down beside her, offering one of the delicate teacups with a hopeful smile.

          The sound of the rain hitting the glass windows was oddly soothing to her, perhaps because she knew that the God of the storm was nearby, cleansing the skies and the earth with his gift. But there was another reason why she enjoyed the sound of the rain; it meant that the manor was quiet enough for her to notice it and in turn take pleasure from it.

          She had found a place in which to sit, one of the many lounges that made up the manor that she knew the countless staff would not be entering for the rest of the evening, the roaring fire warming the room and adding to the ambience of the evening. However, soon the familiar footfalls of the lord of the manor reached her ears and was soon accompanied by the scent of mint and chamomile and the shifting of nearby cushions as his weight settled upon them.

          ❝ The Stormsender has bestowed us with a blessing, the white prince hears his gift? ❞

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Saying nothing, he leans over and places a soft kiss on her cheek. It's a subtle and gentle affection, but with Ravus not caring who might see, it speaks a lot on it's own.

          Eyes that had once been closed in what could easily be mistaken for silent contemplation were now opened, the faintest of blushes staining the apples of her cheeks. She’s taken by surprise by the gentle press of his lips, but far from anything that would be perceived as not welcoming it. Turning her gaze to meet his, the Messenger allows a smile to grace her lips, a wordless sign that she is happy he would bestow such a gift upon her.

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ravusnightblossom·

⋞⁘♔⁘⋟    Slumber was what he deserved? Oh, he could easily beg to differ. What Ravus felt he deserved was nothing of any positive nature. Still, he would not argue on the matter and kept his own guilt and self-deprecation in his mind, no longer speaking it aloud. Even his refusal would be no more than a burden, so he would abide to her suggestions, this time.  

    “Your kindness is a blessing, Gentiana. You are too fair and astounding for this foul world.” As his words spoke, a soft yawn threatened him, attempting to draw a conclusion to the matter. His own body was defying him, not rested enough from his previous sleep that had been plagued with night terrors. He did not doubt that they would occur again- they always did, but he sincerely hoped that they would not instigate him to lash out so physically, as he had prior. 

    There was an odd comfort in having the blanket pulled over him in such a way. It made him feel…smaller. Not literally or in age, but as a whole- as though he was worth tending to in a genuine manner, but that he still needed it. It was humbling.  

   “You truly needn’t stay if you wish not to. It was a foolish request. It would please me most if you would allow yourself to rest, as well.” He still was not certain of what Messengers required, but surely they must tire? … He was not sure. “Lunafreya’s room is down the hall, as I know you are well aware.” It pained him to speak her name, but he choked back the emotion of it to make his point. “Or even here… There is plenty of space and I would not dishonor you by being uncivil in any form.”   

    Had that offer been inappropriate? He was too tired to even decide that. He hoped she would understand the courtesy of his suggestion.                          

        How many more broken souls would she have to endure? Countless. And she deserved to witness them all. If he knew the truth of who she was, would he be so kind to her? Would he wish to have her at his side knowing the history of the path she had walked. There was a time when she felt no love for mortal men, felt no pity for their plight... but things had changed, she had changed.

        It would have been so easy for her to become bitter after she had failed to save her love, to have no option but to inhabit the body of one of her most faithful acolytes, and to start, she felt that bitter tang in the back of her throat right up until the moment she laid eyes upon Lunafreya. Oh, how radiant the girl was, her smile soothing even her battered soul.

        So now it was her turn to care for another, to raise him up from the pits of his despair and self loathing and lead him to a future filled with light and hope. Ravus deserved that, and she would do whatever it took to ensure it was given to him.

        ❝It would feel wrong of me to take her room even for a night. I know the Lady Lunafreya would not hear of such nonsense, but I would rather her room remain hers.❞ She said with a gentle shake of her head as she tucked the man into bed as though he were a small child.

        At his suggestion that she share his bed, the messenger could not help the blush that bloomed upon the apples of her cheeks. ❝My lord, I know you would never do anything to dishonour me, but I cannot accept your offer. Your bed should be shared with your future queen, not someone like me.❞

        Once she was happy he was carefully tucked in, she moved from his bed and into a nearby chair. ❝I shall watch over you. Rest now, my prince.❞

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ravusnightblossom

⋞⁘♔⁘⋟    To say that he was also quite reluctant to draw away from the touch was quite an understatement. Her hand felt delicate in his own, and his eyes strayed over it as he listened to her speak, the pad of his thumb brushing delicately over the backs of her fingers where he had just rested the kiss. In his mind, he knew it was a proper gesture of gratitude and should be left at that, yet… 

“And, if I requested you to stay?” Something scolded him, mentally, lecturing him that the question was both inappropriate and inconsiderate. Surely she would not wish to remain near, especially after the mishap that he’d just created. If she were uncomfortable in his presence, Ravus would not have been even remotely surprised, not could he have blamed her. 

What had spurred the curiosity was a mystery, though. Perhaps it was the simple enjoyment of having another so near to him after so long of pushing anyone to a distance who came near. Or perhaps it was the unsettling realization that the idea of returning to sleep was ominous, the likelihood that his terrorous dreams would return not an impossibility.

“Forgive me,” he whispered, before she could even respond, again raising his eyes to meet hers. They truly were quite beautiful. How had he never noticed such a detail before? Her loveliness and elegance was undeniable, but there was something else that rested behind those hues that drew him in; a deeper wisdom, possibly? “That was uncalled for and I would not wish to bring you discomfort.”                

        In her mind, there was no hesitation to carry out his request; if only her lips had been faster in verbalising her answer. Too quickly he spoke and dismissed his own words, putting himself down once more in her presence. What had happened had not been his fault and she would never blame him for it nor bring it up to use as a sharp reminder of his carelessness at a later date, it simply wasn’t her style.

        ❝My lord, if you wish for me to stay, then I shall remain at your side.❞ Her free hand came to cover his own, the soft leather that covered her digits warmed by her skin. A light squeeze was offered to him, a silent bid to reassure him that she wasn’t uncomfortable around him and she wasn’t frightened either. Ravus may be able to harm the flesh she wore, but he could not do anything lasting... she was beyond the reaches of true death, as evidenced by her corpse that lay in the arctic tundra it had created; but he did not know the truth of her, and she would keep it that way for as long as possible.

        ❝Please, lay yourself down. You must be exhausted and slumber is what you deserve. Rest, oh prince of Tenebrae... I shall watch over you and ensure no harm comes to you.❞ She spoke softly as she finally released herself from his hold, moving to take the sheets and pull them over his form.

        ❝May your dreams be as gentle as falling snow.❞

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