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psa -- please take your time.

                    The community has been growing MORE & MORE supportive overtime. Most roleplayers do not mind the length of time that it takes for you to reply to things, which is WONDERFUL!! But, there are still some people who actually do mind the length of time, so please REBLOG this if you are not bothered by the time it takes for your roleplay partner to reply to you, and would much rather prefer them to be COMFORTABLE and HAPPY. 

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i LOVE your luna. so much. your writing is perfect simplicity, your dialogue is spot on AND THEN SOME. and what i mean by that? is that you give her more life than square does -- which is really enjoyable, and it's gotten me really excited to finally interact with you because i not only love your portrayal, and love following you, but i also just find you to be such a sweet person out of character as well. luna incarnated. i hope we and our muses become wonderful friends in the near future ❤

this was so lovely to find in my inbox i’m — sijfesfe at a loss for words aaah but but thank you so much for this heartwarming msg!!! it means a lot to me, truly. and i’m happy that we’re finally about to write with each other too!!! i hope something good happens to you today, too. and my ims / inbox is always open for you & anyone else for anything at all, conversations, a shoulder to lean on — anything. ♥

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Umbra & Pryna

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          ❛ i wondered if our paths will cross again . . . and so it has. ❜ ╳  @rotnichor

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But elegance attracted me. I liked the way it hid pain.

Zadie Smith, Swing Time (p. 100)

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          ❛ tell me, what are your favorite dishes to make, sir ignis? ❜ ╳  @prudentiae

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⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ ( love me, mani. )

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       ( ⭐️ ) given the circumstance luna accompanies the guys on their adventures outside of the realm of responsibility ( read: never ) – there’s little doubt she’ll be expected to take part in a round of king’s knight. in this likely event, she’s more than welcome to use ignis’s phone, seeing as how he plays not for the love of the game, but for the company of his friends. she can take the fourth chair and he’s more than content to pull up the cooler in order to sit beside her – coffee mug in hand – in order to offer his guidance. the advantage lady lunafreya has in this: the account she’ll be using comes with a strategist, so she’ll have quite the beginner’s luck until she begins to grasp the game on her own. 

       ( ⭐️ ) ignis could have very well asked lady lunafreya via noctis and the notebook ( given their compliance, for he’ll not intrude ) for the key ingredient(s) to making the tenebrae dessert tied to noct’s hazy memory, but that would have taken away from the thrill of the chase, the exploration he was allowed in trying to figure it out for himself. he never quite knew if it was the fruit of choice or the pastry itself that was eluding his success, but it turned out to be quite the venture in nailing down each of the elements. while the key ingredient ended up being the ulwaat berry that can only be found in tenebrae ( or the convenient? ironic? exchange of bitter caem carrots ) he has the lady to thank for introducing the confection to noctis, because it undoubtedly served as a bonding experience for noctis and ignis in trying times.

       ( ⭐️ ) while not met with lunafreya personally, he did keep tabs on her as far as media, broadcasts, and what scant information noctis may or may not have shared with him from their exchanges. however, that only gained him insight of lady lunafreya as the oracle as opposed to an individual. the notebook was more of a private affair, one of which he dared not pry, but based on visits from umbra, he knew when the notebook was in noct’s possession. from time to time, ignis would urge noctis to not keep her waiting when it came to response, knowing when noctis held on to the notebook for an extended period of time. whenever he would pick up after noctis and clean the apartment, he ensured the notebook to be tucked away in a designated place for safe keeping.

       ( ⭐️ ) ignis was once given a sylleblossom, it’s floral, sweet scent being one he’ll not soon forget. the flower is intrinsically tied to the lady lunafreya ( a forget-me-not, if you will ) ; bearing an aura of calm and refreshing that he likens to the woman herself. ignis truly looked forward to seeing lunafreya in her wedding dress on that fateful day. 

       ( ⭐️ ) last, but not least, i can see the two of them delighting over baking. as far as ignis is concerned, it would be an honor to prepare a meal for lunafreya, and at the rare opportunity, he’d break out his more refined habits in presentation and flavor ( honestly, he’s been cooking for three guys + himself, most often at a haven in the middle of nowhere, refinement only goes so far, even if it is considered above normal grade. ) needless to say, there’s much to consider when it comes to settling on what ideas to bring forth: should he whip up something of lucian design? should he take a safe route and explore in the local flavor that identifies with the tenebrae region? – decisions, decisions, and you can rest assured that he’s got plenty of notes jotted down in that fine penmanship of his.

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OOC. no holding back muses, we multiblog like men. in other words, asha here with a new, freshish, quite possibly canon divergent ARDYN IZUNIA/LUCIS CAELUM! i honestly have no self control when it comes to muses. i mean, look at the icon. even ardyn is judging me.

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*very swiftlY ROLLS OUT OF UR TERRITORY LMAO*

         ❛ —until next time, dear friend. ❜

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see my face crowned in stars, please, see my body wreathed in light. Let me be more than my shaking hands.

Aislinn Rose, An Interview With An Anxious Poet, published in Rising Phoenix Review 

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                     ❝  –––––––––––  Are you traveling out here all by yourself?  ❞

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          there is no point in veiling the truth when it is clear she is all by herself. alone. such a familiar, yet cold word, hollowed out like a gaping black hole, consuming her whole, no matter how large the holy love she is given. still, she wonders what it is like to have company during her travels ( dangerous as they may be, though ). be surrounded with laughter and warmth, ebullient and bright, much like a certain prince is — yet, all she can do is wonder.

          lunafreya acknowledges her with a deferential nod, answers quietly, ❛ yes, ❜ and folds her hands at her chest, calm, poised. ❛ though the hour is growing late . . . ❜

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falls fast asleep.

       her sigh is a preamble to even breathing ;       barely there, and gentle. peaceful. 

       untroubled.

       not one to be cavalier, he cannot let her be without the proper coverage: the unfolding of a fine-threaded blanket that he carefully tucks around her bare shoulders with all manner of respect, and cautious as to not wake her, to keep away the prickling chill from a room that tends toward cool. a familiar endeavor. he bears at the forefront of his mind the feel of her hand; fingers bitter cold, attributed to poor circulation.

       of course.

       once satisfied, his quiet stride carries him to the windows at the far side of the room where he draws accentuating curtains to a near close, off-white turned into ethereal guard, toning down the admittance of bright light from the generous midday sun, save for that singular, somnolent gleam that now stretches languid and relaxed along the floor. 

       the world outside can afford her these few slumbering moments.        ( if only it will be as gracious in giving as it is in taking. )

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"It was my papa's idea," is Iris' response to the Oracle's question regarding the Amicitia children's floral names. She has on a fond smile continuing her tale while dreamy eyes remained focused on the little project between deft fingers, "Ma had a flower in her name, and I guess papa thought it clever to use them in ours as well-- ah, done." Smile turns into a triumphant grin as she presents her quick work of art-- a woven crown of fragile blues. How pretty sylleblossoms look this way!

         the fragrance fills her nose as she rummages through the basket brimming with different untrimmed flowers and picks a solitary one, not by chance. holding it aloft in-between her thumb and index finger, lunafreya snips the stalk, lets the unfortunate portion fall away on the grass. carefully, gracefully, she knots the silken flower along the coarse twine, intent on filling the final vacant space until it’s a lovely arrangement of violet.

         ❛ how very becoming of him, to continue the tradition like so. what was your mother’s name then? ❜ she casts a cursory glance sideways, notes the sylleblossom flower crown cradled in iris’s hands. ( once upon a time, there was a crown, the crown of tenebrae, made with those same dainty flowers. ) the corners of lunafreya’s mouth quirk, smile elongating. ❛ oh! very pretty. i have finished as well. ❜

         she lifts her handiwork up and arranges it so that it.rests on top of iris’s head.

         ❛ —there. ❜

         an iris flower crown for an iris. 

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         ❛ is there something that i can help you with, sir? ❜ 

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                                        ❝ well — would you believe me if i told you i graduated at the academy within a year ?? blackbelt && all … ❞   there’s a flush of red in her cheeks ; not of embarrassment of course , but simply because daphne knew the blonde hadn’t been expecting this kind of an answer .  

                                         rolling up the sleeves of her purple top , she lets out a small chuckle . ❝ don’t worry , i know what i’m doing .  let’s start with something simple … like throwing a punch !!  it’s pretty simple once you get the hang of it  &&  it’s kind of an easy way to let creeps know you’re not a damsel in distress . ❞  taking a deep breath , the redhead puts both hands on her waist .  ❝ c’mon , try punching me — && don’t worry , i’ll be good !!  i just wanna see what you can do && how you do it . ❞

          ❛ that is quite remarkable. ❜ 

          of course, there has never been any doubt from the very beginning that she’s in capable hands, otherwise she wouldn’t have sought daphne’s assistance. ( truth be told, she didn’t know who else would kindly agree and have the time afforded to do so. noctis is far from reach with his own obligations and ravus is always being stolen away by the empire ... ) finally, finally being able to learn self-defense techniques lends a sort of palpable excitement in the air, toes curling in ardent anticipation. as much as she’s loath to confess, she knows she can easily be overcome by a punishingly strong grip no matter the divine blood running deep inside her.

          because it’s happened before.           —— and it could happen again.

          ( general glauca’s violent fury is impossible to forget. cruel metal against vulnerable flesh. the blaze of pain. angry red bruises blooming, sure to turn purple. )

          if only she’d received this lesson in her younger years, much good may it do to her though.

          ❛ very well. ❜ lunafreya complies, curls a hand into a fist, thumb secured at the side, and strikes daphne square in the chest. 

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❝ you’re very good, ❞ notes she, earnestly. ❝ people just don’t understand how to take care of flowers properly anymore. sometimes they get overwatered, sometimes they don’t receive enough sunlight, and my favorite, of course, sometimes they just don’t care enough. ❞ kneeling down, she takes action with fixing up her florals on another side of the growing patch. 

❝ it’s nice to see someone who knows what they’re doing. maybe i am wrong, maybe you don’t know what you are doing, but you’ve surpassed many guests of mine. ❞

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          ‘ maybe you don’t know what you are doing. ‘ — while the remark is neither here nor there, fleeting at best, there is a part of her that is almost offended by it nevertheless. of course i do, she wants to say. it’s petty, she knows as soon as the thought emerges, but no one else tends to the thousands of flowers of tenebrae ( deep blue, a hue darker than the sky ) except her. but like many other things, she doesn’t mention it, and instead lets out a soft laugh.

          ❛ i am fairly knowledgeable when it comes to flower care, ❜ she admits, fingertips tracing a path along the delicate edge of the petals. ❛ these are lilies, are they not? ❜