#c: dion lesage

[emblazons]

THE PHOENIX & THE DRAGON

Joshua Rosfield & Dion Lesage Mirrored Swordplay in Final Fantasy XVI

[stephicness]

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[valiisthea]

5+1 Dion and Terence

Featuring heartbeats, and a very sad +1

This is not a narrated fanfic, just detailed glimpses. Spoilers for endgame.

When Dion and Terence meet, they are quite young. Duty still weighs heavily upon their shoulders, but they are afforded moments to be children.

After running about for what feels like hours, Terence finally concedes. He plops down by a tree and tries to catch his breath. Dion plops down beside him, hand over his chest as he wills his heart to slow back down.

"My heart is racing." He says, and this catches Terence's attention. He places a hand over his own chest and grins. "Mine, too!"

A curious Dion leans over and rests his head on Terence's chest, hearing the quick beat almost immediately. He pulls back wide eyed, but smiling. "Yours is faster than mine."

-----

In disbelief, Terence surges forward and listens to Dion's heart. It's definitely a bit slower than his own, and he pouts.

Dion laughs.

They're pre-teens. After a long day of studies, Dion seeks out his dearest friend in an attempt to wind down. Terence had spent the day training, and was more than eager to have a few moments with Dion.

They spoke of the day's hardships and the burdens they knew they'd bear in the coming years. The weight of it all takes its toll on Dion, who ends up laying his head on Terence's shoulder.

Terence, slightly surprised, stiffens up and does not move. It takes some time for his body to relax once he realizes that Dion is merely sleepy. He talks and talks and talks, until Dion begins to feel a bit heavier on his shoulder. There's a slow, involuntary descent of his head down to Terence's chest as consciousness leaves him.

Terence takes it in stride, and lightly pats his friend's back in a comforting manner as he continues to talk. Eventually, Dion politely interrupts him and asks him to speak lower.

"I can hear your heartbeat. It relaxes me."

And so Terence whispers from then on, smiling softly as his friend eventually falls asleep in his arms.

----

As teenagers, their time together begins to lessen. Terence is busy training, and Dion is busy with his studies, training, and learning the burden of Bahamut.

The times they get to share together become more precious. Often filled with hugs, unintentional cuddles, and comfortable silence.

Terence falls very ill one day, unbeknownst to Dion. When he comes to visit his friend, he's surprised to see him bedridden.

Terence's cheeks are flushed, and his eyes can barely stay open. His skin is burning hot to the touch, and there's a rattle in his chest that worries Dion to his core.

Despite Terence's protests, Dion crawls into bed with him in an attempt to comfort him in some way. He pulls Terence in against his chest and tells him stories of the day. After some time, he expects Terence to fall asleep- he hopes that he will, to fight off this illness. When he looks down and sees Terence is still awake, he frowns. He pulls his friend in closer and lays his ear down over his heart.

"Close your eyes," he says, and Terence does. "And listen. I pray it shall bring you the peace to sleep."

Terence falls asleep moments later to the sound of Dion's steady heartbeat.

----

They're eighteen when they share their first kiss. It's a rare night together beneath the stars, with no duties or burdens in sight to ruin such a peaceful moment.

They lay in the grass, sharing stories and laughing softly into the night while everyone else is long asleep.

"I will labor as long as it may take to find myself at your side again, my prince." Terence says, and Dion feels a warmth spreading in his chest. "No matter the trial or tribulation, I will rise the ranks to be your second in command. This, I swear."

Dion thinks he has never heard Terence sound quite so serious before. It causes hope to blossom inside of him at the thought of being able to spend more time together, like they used to.

"Then I shall patiently await the day." Dion replies, looking over at Terence. He's surprised to see Terence is already looking back at him. "I would have you, and only you, at my side."

The look Terence fastens him with makes his heart race a little faster. There's a certain adoration in his eyes, and it works to soften Dion's own gaze. Long has he found Terence to be an attractive man - but now? He is simply gorgeous. Bathed in starlight and all his vulnerabilities exposed -

It draws Dion nearer. And nearer. And nearer.

"Dion-" Terence breathes, but not a single moment later does Dion bridge the gap between them and press their lips together.

Terence's response is immediate. He leans into the kiss and wraps his arms around Dion's waist to keep him close. Dion smiles softly into the kiss, allowing it to continue for a moment longer before pulling away. His hands rest on Terence's cheeks, but slide down to either side of his neck. Here, he can feel Terence's pulse thrumming just as quickly as his own and oh --

Oh, he's in love.

"Your heart is racing." He says, bumping their noses together gently. Terence huffs out a laugh at that, bringing one of his hands up to lay flat against Dion's chest.

"As is yours, my prince."

Dion thinks he would like to keep Terence now and forever. So long as he breathes, no harm will ever come to this beautiful, loyal man.

----

They are twenty five when Dion first discovers ashen skin on his forearm. It hurts, far more than any wound he's sustained up until that point in his life.

And he knows, this is the price he pays for Bahamut.

Terence is a painfully observant man, and it doesn't take him long to notice that Dion winces ever so slightly when his arm hits against the edge of a table, or brushes someone else's. He waits until they're alone in the tent that night to utter a word of it.

And when he lifts Dion's sleeve to look at the wound, his heart clenches tight in his chest.

"No - No, I will not see this spread. You mustn't call upon Bahamut, my prince. It will be your death."

Terence's words are desperate and pained, and it makes Dion's chest ache. He has no choice in the matter - as Bahamut is the hope and light for his people. And his father - well, his father thinks Bahamut the finest battle strategy.

It is his greatest burden to bear, and much to his dismay, it is Terence's to bear as well.

"You know as well as I, it is nigh impossible to refuse Bahamut." Dion says after a few moments.

And Terence, Great Greagor, he cries.

Dion comforts Terence to the best of his ability, running fingers through his hair and lightly scratching at his scalp. Terence continues his work despite his tears, adding salve to the afflicted spot and wrapping it with the utmost care. Much to Dion's surprise, Terence presses two fingers to his wrist after all is done, checking his pulse.

Terence frowns, and Dion raises an eyebrow in question.

"This curse takes toll in more ways than one. Your pulse is unsteady, my prince. I beg you rest, so that your body may heal from this great stress."

Dion cannot fathom the fear and pain Terence must feel - cannot fathom if the roles were reversed and he was instead tending to Terence's slow death.

He sighs, and leans forward to press their foreheads together.

"Unsteady as it may be, it will continue on. If for naught other than you, my love. I shall rest as you have asked of me, but I pray you may rest at my side as well."

Terence never was one to deny a request.

----

+1

They're twenty nine when Dion draws his last breath. Despite having been sent off to watch over Kihel, Terence knows his prince is in danger and sets off to find him once the skies settle down.

He comes across a motionless body on the shore and prays, prays harder than he has in his entire life, that Dion may still live.

Blood paints Dion's face, stemming from a wound atop his head. Though it looks painful, Dion's expression is at peace. Fear grips Terence as he calls Dion's name, gently shakes him, rubs his knuckles down Dion's sternum --

Naught wakes his sleeping prince.

"Dion, please. I beg you, open your eyes." He cries, laying his head down against Dion's chest. If there is any hope at all, it will stem from what Terence may hear inside his breast.

Only, he hears silence. Not a single beat. Not a shuddered breath.

Silence.

It's Kihel who gently pulls him from Dion's chest after he screams. Her gentle arms wrap around him, holding his head to her chest as she rubs up and down his back. She, too, mourns Dion - Terence can tell by the hitch in her breath.

Oh, but she is far stronger than he.

His heart beats on while Dion's slumbers, and all he can do is wish their roles could reverse and Dion could be here to live the life he always deserved.

It simply is not fair.

And so, Terence cries.

[xxladyballadxx]

Marriage

💍Dion Lesage x Reader💍

(k/n) - the name of the kingdom you live in

Your family had arranged a marriage for you and you didn’t want to shut this down because you wish not to bring disappointment to your family or dishonor them. You will be marrying this young, dashing man named Dion Lesage, a crown Prince of the holy empire of Sanbreque. Said to be quite skilled in both martial and intellectual arts. Loved by both of his people and troops. He is also the dominant of a powerful winged beast named Bahamut. 

Growing anxious because you believe that he may not like you. That he will not accept you as his wife. What if he doesn’t like me? you thought to yourself, feeling worried that you might mess the whole thing for your marriage.

The time has come where you and your family got invited to Sanbreque to go and meet the emperor and his son, Dion. On the day of your arrival at Sanbreque, you were greeted by an emperor's servant at the main entrance. Your e/c eyes locked on a beautiful castle, which is twice bigger than your home. 

Your mother informed you that you must behave while inside the emperor’s home. So you better keep your goofy, silliness side of yourself hidden since she wants you to look formal and presentable towards the Emperor of Sanbreque and the Crown Prince.

This is the part where your face turns heavily red as you lock your eyes on a charming, dashing young prince. There he was, standing with his father on the throne. Dion Lesage, looking all glorious and brilliant. By the eikons, he is drop-dead gorgeous and you were already falling for him. At first, you thought he would not take a liking to you. Dion turned out to be a sweet, loving man. Unlike his father. He found you quite stunning and has never laid his eyes on a beautiful angel sent from heaven. 

The dinner with the emperor started to bore you out, your parents talking about politics with Dion’s father and things like that. Dion wanted to spend time with you alone so he escorted you to his wondrous garden. Dion may have that cold-looking appearance. He’s quite kind and gentle towards you which you didn’t surprisingly expect at first. 

Even though your mother wanted you to behave and act normal, you accidentally showed your childish-goofy side to Prince Dion and it startled him a little BUT he actually found it very adorable and your silliness caused him to laugh in joy. Dion began to adore your silly-childish side and honestly; he never met anyone like you. Dion is not the type to laugh like a silly fool and it’s been a while since he hadn’t laughed like that in a long time. No one he crossed paths with has ever made him laugh like that. Somehow, you managed to break out his soft persona.

Since the first day you met Prince Dion of Sanbreque, everything changed. You and your daring Prince Charming got along very well. Two of you grew fond of each other. He loved your humorous jokes you made. Dion, however, wasn’t much of a jokester. His jokes were dry but you just laughed it off with him anyway. 

Despite revealing your childish-goofy side to the Crown Prince of Sanbreque, your parents were pleased to see you and Dion spending more time together. Before you headed over to Sanbreque with your parents to meet Prince Dion for the first time, you filled yourself with doubts and worries. Causing yourself to think that you might get rejected. 

All those troubled thoughts are no more. Prince Dion of Sanbreque, the greatest champion loved by all people, has fallen for you and accepted you for who you are. Princess (Y/n) of (K/n), you just met the love of your life who will change your life forever.

This is dedicated to my good friend @aria-lesage​ 🖤 ❤️‍🔥 I hope you like it and I’m sorry how short it is ;-;

[luneariaa]

☀︎ 𝐧𝐮𝐢𝐭𝐬 𝐞́𝐭𝐨𝐢𝐥𝐞́𝐞𝐬 | 𝐝𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐞

❥︎ - ; x ɢɴ! ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

❥︎ - 𝐭𝐰 : ɴᴏɴᴇ! ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ᴘᴜʀᴇ ꜰʟᴜꜰꜰ ʙᴇᴛᴡᴇᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʀᴏᴡɴ ᴘʀɪɴᴄᴇ ᴏꜰ ꜱᴀɴʙʀᴇqᴜᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜ, ᴀꜱ ʜɪꜱ ᴅᴀʀʟɪɴɢ ꜰɪᴀɴᴄᴇé/ꜰɪᴀɴᴄᴇ.

❥︎ - 𝐚/𝐧 : ᴍʏ ꜰɪʀꜱᴛ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴛʀʏɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴡʀɪᴛᴇ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴅɪᴏɴ ꜰᴏʀ ꜱᴜʀᴇ. ɪ ᴛʀɪᴇᴅ ᴍʏ ʙᴇꜱᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴘᴏʀᴛʀᴀʏ ʜɪᴍ ʙᴀꜱᴇᴅ ᴏɴ ꜱᴏᴍᴇ ʜᴇᴀᴅᴄᴀɴᴏɴꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ꜱᴛᴜꜰꜰ ɪ ꜱᴜᴘᴘᴏꜱᴇ. ᴀʟꜱᴏ ʜᴇ ᴄᴀɴ ꜱᴘᴇᴀᴋ ꜰʀᴇɴᴄʜ ʙᴄ ʜᴇ ɢᴏᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴠɪʙᴇꜱ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴇ ʏ'ᴋɴᴏᴡ-- ᴀɴʏᴡᴀʏ ɪ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ʜɪᴍ <333 ᴋɪɴᴅʟʏ ᴄᴏʀʀᴇᴄᴛ ᴍᴇ ɪꜰ ᴀɴʏ ꜰʀᴇɴᴄʜ ᴡᴏʀᴅꜱ ʙᴇɪɴɢ ꜱᴀɪᴅ ɪꜱ ᴡʀᴏɴɢ ᴋꜱᴋᴋꜱᴋ. ꜱᴏᴍᴇʜᴏᴡ ᴀᴜ-ɪꜱʜ.

☾︎ - 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭.

-✰-

One of the nations that existed within the realms of Valisthea-- the Holy Empire of Sanbreque, is filled with cheers of happiness from countless of citizens there; a sign that they have once again won the war. Some of the men who have joined the battle were so exhausted, and some even injured fighting under the banners of their Emperor. But that undoubtedly didn't stop them from celebrating their victory with a triumphant grin on their faces.

It was a beautiful day for the people in Sanbreque, truly. They could finally live peacefully without letting fear rule their thoughts.

Dion Lesage, the golden, crown prince of Sanbreque himself walks pass the crowds of people with a charming smile as per usual, giving them all a polite wave. He is simply the epitome of a perfect prince-- the whole package, as the citizens, especially the ladies, have described him as.

To top it off, he's also the leader of the most feared and strong knights-- the dragoons. Almost every woman of Sanbreque fell for the prince.

Though, he pays no attention nor mind to matters as such. He has far more important things to do, and besides, his whole heart and soul have already belonged to someone very precious to his very being.

Just by the mere thought of being able to see and hold his precious sweetheart in his arms after some time apart is truly heartwarming and exciting for his own soul.

A servant bowed courteously to him, "Your Highness," and began to inform. "We have finished cleaning it up for you. Dinner will be served shortly."

Dion simply nodded a bit with a small smile, thanking her after. Just as he was about to walk away to another direction; however, a familiar, silvery voice called out to him and caused for him to be stopped in his tracks instantly.

"Dion-!" The said person; you, ran towards him excitedly. The outfit that you're wearing flowing ever so gracefully with your movements through the wind.

An affectionate smile made its' way to his face upon realization that the voice is none other than from his only sweet darling fiancé/fiancée. He opens his arms to receive and pull you into a tight embrace, to which you returned the gesture with ease.

The charming prince sweeps you up into his arms and spins you a little before exclaiming in full delight, "Mon cœur!"

You grinned brightly at your beloved while wrapping your arms around his neck.

"You did it! You all won and managed to return safely!" Dion laughs lightly, placing a small kiss on the crown of your head as he lowers you down.

"I did, of course. I have made a promise to you, didn't I?" Your face merely turned into a light shade of pink as a response to his statement, lowering your gaze bashfully.

Smiling ever so lovingly, the prince gave several kisses on both of your cheeks-- eliciting a giggle out of your lips. He then grabs ahold of your hand after; beginning to guide you away and to somewhere a bit more quieter, away from the public eye.

As soon as you both have arrived at the gardens area, which is a fairly safe and private spot for sure, Dion pulls you in for another hug-- to which you returned his actions with a warm smile, burying your face on the crook of his neck while relaxing onto his hold.

You both remained in that position for a few passing moments, completely reveling in each other's company. Dion reluctantly releases his hold from his beloved after for what seemed like eternity or so; his gaze upon your gorgeous (E/C) eyes didn't falter.

He strokes your soft cheeks with such tenderness, beginning to speak in an almost quiet tone that's filled with such love and adoration in them.

"Mon trésor, how I have missed you dearly."

You rose your head with a rather adoring look etched upon your features; gradually moving your fingers from his chin and to his cheek.

"I've missed you as well, mon chéri. You have been away for quite some time." Your eyes shimmered ever so slightly under the moonlight, gazing into his golden amber ones with pure adoration. The charming prince couldn't resist, but to press a delicate kiss upon your lips once again afterwards, to which it lasts for a few good seconds.

With his hold around your waist didn't falter even for a second, Dion brings you to sit on a nearby bench after. You wasted no time but to snuggle against him once more, which prompted him to chuckle lightly-- all the while enjoying your current alone time with him.

Eikons, how he missed your presence dearly. It made his heart all warm and soar in happiness just by holding you in his arms.

The charming prince held you so close to his being, not wanting to say anything for now as he basks in your mere presence alone. But after a few minutes, he begins to loosen his grip around you once he remembered something rather important all of a sudden.

"I almost forgot-- I have a special gift for you."

A surprised look crosses over your features, taking the fairly small box from his hands once he gives them to you. You gingerly opened the gift, and as soon as you did, a gasp escaped from your lips.

Inside the box, there lies an exquisite-looking, star-shaped necklace that's crystalline yellow, just like the stars above. There are even three diamonds that shaped like tiny hearts on the center of it, which looks absolutely beautiful and all unique to you.

Rendering speechless upon the gift that you have received, you finally gathered up your thoughts to speak after several passing minutes.

"Dion, this is so beautiful--" You stopped yourself from talking any further, feeling your breath hitched as your eyes got a bit teary. Before you could even realize it, your dear prince's hand came up to your cheek, and brushed a stray tear that has managed to escape your eye aside.

"This is perfect for you, truly." Dion smiles sweetly, holding your gaze with an immense affection in them. "It was meant for you to wear it alone. Just for you, sweetheart."

The tears started to flow out of your eyes once again, suddenly feeling overwhelmed with emotions. Your heart is so, so touched by his simple gesture and words, and you're very happy beyond words.

Just by the fact that someone actually loves you to this extent feels almost too surreal for you. The feeling is so warm to your heart-- deep within your own soul itself.

Before you could even try to reply anything to him, the prince pulled you into a warm hug; shushing you in a so lovingly, tender manner, while rubbing your back gently as an attempt to comfort you. Dion hums lightly while moving his hand to rub your head affectionately, kissing your temple after.

Not too long after, you raised your head from his chest-- gazing into his golden amber eyes, smiling brightly at him.

"Thank you, Dion.." You finally spoke almost breathlessly, trying your best to recollect yourself. He could see on how your cheeks are a bit flushed still.

"You shouldn't have."

Dion simply shook his head, caressing your cheek tenderly-- wiping some of your remaining tears away.

Leaning in slowly, he has taken notice on how your face became a bit of a darker shade of red at this point. Feeling amused and pleased by the effect he has upon you alone; he places a light kiss on your nose sweetly.

"You truly deserve it; I mean it. I wanted you to have this small gift of mine. Take it as a sign of gratitude from me to you-- a big, thankful appreciation for accepting me for who I really am, and not just for my noble status."

He continues on, still holding onto your form. "I was immediately reminded of you when my eyes landed upon the necklace. You forever will be the light to my darkest days-- and I would never get tired of gazing at you; the same way whenever I gaze out at the starry night skies, as of right now."

Eikons, what have you done to deserve a charming and sweet man as him? The way you just fell in love harder with Dion on every each passing day is simply undeniable.

He begins to help you in wearing the necklace around your neck as you two stood up-- which fits so well with you, just as he thought it would be.

You could've sworn that you could feel his warm breath hitting the back of your neck as he does so, making you shiver slightly at the sensation.

"You're so beautiful," Dion murmured almost in a hushed whisper.

"The way that the moonlight shines down on your form, and such a sight that only myself can witness upon. I do hope that you understand on what I truly meant, and how blessed I am to have someone as dear as you in my own life."

You definitely knew on what he was talking about; on what he meant. Your prince places his hands on both of your shoulders, simply enjoying by your mere presence alone with a content look across his features.

Words cannot truly describe on how much he loves and adores the person before him.

From the moment his eyes landed upon your form, he knew that you were the one that he was destined to be with. To share, and spend the rest of his life with.

You were everything to him.

The way you simply just enjoyed being yourself whenever you're around him is enough to make him fall in love deeply with you in the first place. He even adored the way you're able to defend yourself at times, yet…

He wants to be the only man to protect you from any harm. The only one who gets to see you on every waking hour; to hear your sweet laughter, to be able to take care of you, cherish you.

Especially at letting you know that you can trust him unconditionally-- letting your guard down with no reservations whatsoever around yourself.

The list just keeps continuing on and on. But one of the things he actually strongly desired was to remain by your side throughout his lifetime-- to spend eternity of his life devoted to you alone, loving you until his last breath.

Dion keeps holding your body close to him, placing a few small kisses on the top of your head every once in a while. The smile on his face only grew when you turned yourself around, and just to embrace his figure tightly.

He even took notice on how the moon casts its' light through the clouds and towards them from up above, creating a perfect glow right at that exact moment.

And oh, how stunning his sweetheart is, underneath the light of the lune itself. He simply couldn't take his eyes off from you; memorizing every single detail of the natural beauty that you possessed, and he wouldn't stop doing so anytime soon.

Even when the stars twinkle brilliantly at the distance, his focus is solely on you alone-- drinking in the sight of you with pure adoration.

He wouldn't know what love really is, if you hadn't ever appeared into his life. The immense feeling that he has for you; running so deep within the confines of his heart, wanting to shower you with no other than endless, constant affection that you truly deserved.

Slowly, but surely, Dion begins to close the gap between you two-- capturing your lips once more in a sweet kiss. A kiss that's full of passion that only both of you will share to one another, becoming lost in the blissful sensation.

When it's time to eventually break away from the kiss after several passing seconds, the golden prince rests his forehead against yours as he closes his eyes for a brief moment; simply enjoying the pure warmth radiating off from you, to which you did the same.

"My darling…" He begins to break the comforting silence that has been surrounding them, speaking in a rather low and hushed tone, gazing upon your face while brushing some strands away from it.

"You make me feel complete and cherished-- loved and needed. And that is just one of the reasons as to why I love you very much so." He caresses your face with such tenderness, kissing your forehead with a loving smile on his handsome features.

"The love that I have for you is simply unending-- and never will be, mon trésor."

The moonbeams reflected off his golden amber irises, which is an absolutely heavenly stunning sight for you to witness alone. You raised your hands to cup his cheeks gently, and to which he leans into it with the softest smile on his face. His strong arms encircled around your waist, holding you so delicately, so close to himself.

"As long as you are here with me-- as long as your light shines within my very own soul…"

"I am complete."

𝐞𝐧𝐝.

-✰-

© 𝚌𝚊𝚜𝚜.

[serandipity]

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[kouriimei]

FFXVI Dion Lesage - Inspired Handmade Earrings (Pierce/Non-Pierce)

"I ask not for acceptance, only forgiveness." Handmade earrings -available in both pierced/non-pierced- inspired by Dion from FFXVI. The Dominant of Bahamut, he who commands the element of light, the Crown Prince of the Empire who loves and cares deeply for his nation and people, and would give it his all to see them flourish - Dion Lesage. This earring is an incredibly long dangle - measuring 9.5cm (~4 inches) from the post all the way to the bottom to accentuate a dragoon's aerial grace and Bahamut's signature moves: gigaflare, megaflare, and teraflare.

Dion's earrings feature: ⚜️Carved white Mother of Pearl flower, to represent the white Wyverntails in the Imperial Empire. ⚜️Light, pastel green rhinestones decorating the surrounding of the flower, to resemble the green strands of the Wyverntail. ⚜️A rhodium-plated flower base to add a hint of elegance to the Crown Prince's earring design. ⚜️Acrylic lavender flower, coated for an aura shine, to represent the purple Wyverntail, the first and last conversation Dion could behold with his former teacher -Hypocrates- before the Crown Prince's final trial in Valisthea. ⚜️Dangling pieces to pay homage to Bahamut's signature movesets of mega-, giga-, and tera- flare. One could even say such dangles are airstreams left from a Dragoon's powerful jump. ⚜️"Crystal Blond Flare" colored cut glass drop and a coated cut glass disc to add to the light-powered aspect of Dion and Bahamut. ⚜️Available as  a pierce, screwback clip-on, or resin clip-on ‧‧‧✧‧‧‧ K O U R I I M E I . E T S Y . C O M ‧‧‧✧‧‧‧

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[ SECRET ]:     sender, having been secretly following the receiver, saves their life from an immediate threat while remaining hidden from the receiver. //For Oli c:

shining armor prompts

The city had been engulfed in chaos, that much was clear. Amidst that chaos in particular was a small child, the vessel that had spun the situation to life, tossed aside -- or liberated -- once the deed was done. His body and mind both had surprisingly survived such an onslaught but when he awoke, he was alone. His mother's body lay in a pool of crimson, much like the wine she liked to drink. And though he approached her to try and wake her up, she refused to move. Her body was so cold, it scared the little boy, so he decided to walk out of the room.

There had to be someone around, he hoped. It was fuzzy, his mind, he vividly recalled something bad had happened to his father, but he was unsure of what. So, he evaded going to the that particular room, rushing to the exit. The door seems ominous, he can hear screaming, cries all over, but he has to find someone, anyone that could help now that the palace was empty. So, with trembling hands, he pushes the doors open and, for the first time, steps out of the palace.

It is only then, when he takes just a few steps into uncharted territory, that he finds himself face-to-face with an erratic soldier, screaming incoherently, things he does not get. Something about him being at fault, his brother, the Lesage? Though he does not get it entirely, his body quivers in fear, hands placed over his eyes, falling to the ground as the crazed individual rushes to attack the boy.

He hears a blast -- one that, had he looked, he would've been able to describe as a ray of fire and feathers -- confusion present as he slowly lowers his hands and glances over to the now empty spot in which the man had been in just a second ago. His breathing is shaky and he still feels overwhelming fear, but there is a rush of relief that washes him as a light tear runs down his bloodied cheek.

Who was it that had helped him? He tried to look with timid eyes, but everything he found was rubble and destruction. Dirtied hands now placed over his chest, he raises his voice.

"Hello? Is... Is anyone there? Is it you... Brother?" Maybe Dion had saved the city and was now coming over to pick him up...

[extrabeurre]

Gala Québec Cinéma 2019 : Les nominations

Irlande Côté, Émilie Pierre, Jacob Whiteduck-Lavoie. Crédit photo : Julie Caron

Adoptant une nouvelle formule cette année, où le vote du jury est pondéré 50/50 avec le vote des membres votants de l'industrie, le Gala Québec Cinéma se retrouve avec des nominations qui offrent un bel équilibre entre le cinéma populaire et d'auteur.

Ainsi, dans la catégorie Meilleur film, les 7 finalistes incluent les gros succès 1991 de Ricardo Trogi (aussi Meilleure réalisation et Meilleur scénario) et La Bolduc de François Bouvier d'une part, et les productions acclamées par la critique À tous ceux qui ne me lisent pas de Yan Giroux (aussi Meilleure réalisation et Meilleur scénario), Genèse de Philippe Lesage, La grande noirceur de Maxime Giroux (aussi Meilleure réalisation), Répertoire des villes disparues de Denis Côté (aussi Meilleure réalisation), et Une colonie de Geneviève Dulude-De Celles (aussi Meilleure réalisation et Meilleur scénario).

La catégorie Meilleur scénario est complétée par deux excellents choix, Avant qu'on explose d'Éric K. Boulianne et Origami d'André Gulluni & Claude Lalonde.

Je me permets aussi de mettre en lumière ma catégorie préférée, Révélation de l'année, qui est dominée par les vedettes du brillant Une colonie, soit Émilie Bierre, Irlande Côté et Jacob Whiteduck-Lavoie, qui sont rejoints par Lévi Doré pour La chute de Sparte et Maripier Morin pour La chute de l'empire américain.

FINALISTES 2019 PAR CATÉGORIE 

Les finalistes sont présenté.e.s en ordre alphabétique 

MEILLEUR FILM Iris du Meilleur film

1991 - Go Films - Nicole Robert À tous ceux qui ne me lisent pas - micro_scope - Luc Déry, Élaine Hébert, Kim McCraw La Bolduc - Caramel Films - Valérie d'Auteuil, André Rouleau Genèse - L'Unité centrale - Galilé Marion-Gauvin La grande noirceur - Metafilms - Sylvain Corbeil, Nancy Grant Répertoire des villes disparues - Couzin Films - Ziad Touma Une colonie - Colonelle films - Fanny Drew, Sarah Mannering

MEILLEUR PREMIER FILM Iris du Meilleur premier film

Sera annoncé lors du Gala Québec Cinéma

MEILLEURE RÉALISATION Iris de la Meilleure réalisation

Denis Côté - Répertoire des villes disparues Geneviève Dulude-De Celles - Une colonie Maxime Giroux - La grande noirceur Yan Giroux - À tous ceux qui ne me lisent pas Ricardo Trogi - 1991

MEILLEUR SCÉNARIO Iris du Meilleur scénario

Guillaume Corbeil, Yan Giroux - À tous ceux qui ne me lisent pas Geneviève Dulude-De Celles - Une colonie André Gulluni, Claude Lalonde - Origami Eric K. Boulianne - Avant qu'on explose Ricardo Trogi - 1991

MEILLEURE INTERPRÉTATION FÉMININE | PREMIER RÔLE Iris de la Meilleure interprétation féminine dans un premier rôle

Josée Deschênes (Gisèle Dubé) - Répertoire des villes disparues Debbie Lynch-White (Mary Travers) - La Bolduc Brigitte Poupart (Marie-Claire Dubé) - Les salopes ou le sucre naturel de la peau Karelle Tremblay (Léo) - La disparition des lucioles Carla Turcotte (Sasha) - Sashinka

MEILLEURE INTERPRÉTATION MASCULINE | PREMIER RÔLE Iris de la Meilleure interprétation masculine dans un premier rôle

Jean-Carl Boucher (Ricardo) - 1991 Pierre-Luc Brillant (Steve) - La disparition des lucioles Martin Dubreuil (Yves Boisvert) - À tous ceux qui ne me lisent pas Patrick Hivon (Kevin) - Nous sommes Gold Théodore Pellerin (Guillaume) - Genèse

MEILLEURE INTERPRÉTATION FÉMININE | RÔLE DE SOUTIEN Iris de la Meilleure interprétation féminine dans un rôle de soutien

Sandrine Bisson (Claudette) - 1991 Céline Bonnier (Dyane) - À tous ceux qui ne me lisent pas Larissa Corriveau (Adèle) - Répertoire des villes disparues Mélissa Désormeaux-Poulin (Catherine Beauregard) - Dérive Natalia Dontcheva (Elena) - Sashinka

MEILLEURE INTERPRÉTATION MASCULINE | RÔLE DE SOUTIEN Iris de la Meilleure interprétation masculine dans un rôle de soutien

Robin Aubert (Henri) - Une colonie Pier-Luc Funk (Maxime) - Genèse Vincent Leclerc (Jean-Claude) - La Chute de l'empire américain Alexandre Nachi (Arturo) - 1991 Henri Picard (Marc) - À tous ceux qui ne me lisent pas

RÉVÉLATION DE L'ANNÉE Iris de la Révélation de l'année

Émilie Bierre (Mylia) - Une colonie Irlande Côté (Camille) - Une colonie Lévi Doré (Steeve Simard) - La chute de Sparte Maripier Morin (Aspasie / Camille Lafontaine) - La Chute de l'empire américain Jacob Whiteduck-Lavoie (Jimmy) - Une colonie

MEILLEURE DISTRIBUTION DES RÔLES Iris de la Meilleure distribution des rôles

Nathalie Boutrie (Casting NB) - La chute de Sparte Ariane Castellanos - Une colonie Chloé Cinq-Mars - Dérive Denis Côté - Répertoire des villes disparues Nolwenn Daste, Fanny Rainville, Kristina Wagenbauer - Sashinka

MEILLEURE DIRECTION ARTISTIQUE Iris de la Meilleure direction artistique

Sylvain Dion, Patricia McNeil - La grande noirceur Raymond Dupuis - La Bolduc Marie-Pier Fortier - Répertoire des villes disparues Marie-Claude Gosselin - À tous ceux qui ne me lisent pas Christian Legaré - 1991

MEILLEURE DIRECTION DE LA PHOTOGRAPHIE Iris de la Meilleure direction de la photographie

Steve Asselin - 1991 Ian Lagarde - À tous ceux qui ne me lisent pas François Messier-Rheault - Répertoire des villes disparues Sara Mishara - La grande noirceur Ronald Plante - La Bolduc

MEILLEUR SON Iris du Meilleur son

Mimi Allard, Sylvain Bellemare, Bernard Gariépy Strobl, Claude La Haye - Allure Claude Beaugrand, Michel B. Bordeleau, Luc Boudrias, Gilles Corbeil - La Bolduc Stéphane Bergeron, Olivier Calvert, Gilles Corbeil - La disparition des lucioles Luc Boudrias, Frédéric Cloutier, Stephen De Oliveira - La grande noirceur Sylvain Brassard, Michel Lecoufle - 1991

MEILLEUR MONTAGE Iris du Meilleur montage

Michel Arcand - La Bolduc Mathieu Bouchard-Malo - Genèse Mathieu Bouchard-Malo - La grande noirceur Elric Robichon - À tous ceux qui ne me lisent pas Yvann Thibaudeau - 1991

MEILLEURS EFFETS VISUELS Iris des Meilleurs effets visuels

Alchimie 24 - Jean-François "Jafaz" Ferland, Marie-Claude Lafontaine - La Bolduc Fix Studio - Aurélia Abate, Delphine Lasserre, Bruno Maillard | Oblique FX - Benoît Brière, Louis-Philippe Clavet, Valérie Garcia, Étienne Rodrigue - Dans la brume Fly Studio - Jean-Pierre Boies, Jean-François Talbot - 1991

MEILLEURE MUSIQUE ORIGINALE Iris de la Meilleure musique originale

Olivier Alary - La grande noirceur Philippe B - Nous sommes Gold Frédéric Bégin - 1991 Philippe Brault - La disparition des lucioles Peter Venne - Avant qu'on explose

MEILLEURS COSTUMES Iris des Meilleurs costumes

Caroline Bodson - Répertoire des villes disparues Mariane Carter - La Bolduc Mélanie Garcia - À tous ceux qui ne me lisent pas Anne-Karine Gauthier - 1991 Patricia McNeil - La grande noirceur

MEILLEUR MAQUILLAGE Iris du Meilleur maquillage

Audrey Bitton - À tous ceux qui ne me lisent pas Virginie Boudreau - 1991 Nicole Lapierre - La Bolduc Léonie Lévesque-Robert - Une colonie (ex aequo) Dominique T. Hasbani - Genèse (ex aequo) Dominique T. Hasbani - Répertoire des villes disparues

MEILLEURE COIFFURE Iris de la Meilleure coiffure

Nathalie Dion - À tous ceux qui ne me lisent pas André Duval - La chute de Sparte Daniel Jacob - 1991 Martin Lapointe - La Bolduc Dominique T. Hasbani - Répertoire des villes disparues

MEILLEUR FILM DOCUMENTAIRE Iris du Meilleur film documentaire

Anote's Ark - Matthieu Rytz | EyeSteelFilm - Matthieu Rytz L'autre Rio - Émilie Beaulieu-Guérette | Colonelle films - Fanny Drew, Geneviève Dulude-De Celles, Sarah Mannering Cielo- Alison McAlpine | Errante Producciones - Paola Castillo | Second Sight Pictures - Alison McAlpine Innu Nikamu : Chanter la résistance- Kevin Bacon Hervieux | Terre Innue - Ian Boyd Pauline Julien, intime et politique - Pascale Ferland | Office national du film du Canada - Johanne Bergeron

MEILLEURE DIRECTION DE LA PHOTOGRAPHIE | FILM DOCUMENTAIRE Iris de la Meilleure direction de la photographie | Film documentaire

Benjamín Echazarreta - Cielo Danae Elon, Itamar Mendes Flohr - A Sister's Song Sylvestre Guidi - New Memories Alexandre Lampron - Des histoires inventées Matthieu Rytz - Anote's Ark

MEILLEUR MONTAGE | FILM DOCUMENTAIRE Iris du Meilleur montage | Film documentaire

Mila Aung-Thwin, Oana Suteu Khintirian - Anote's Ark Natacha Dufaux - L'autre Rio Vincent Guignard, Alexandre Leblanc - A Sister's Song Catherine Legault - Les lettres de ma mère René Roberge - Pauline Julien, intime et politique

MEILLEUR SON | FILM DOCUMENTAIRE Iris du Meilleur son | Film documentaire

Claude Beaugrand, Luc Boudrias, Serge Giguère - Les lettres de ma mère Bruno Bélanger, Marie-Pierre Grenier, Francisco Heron De Alencar - L'autre Rio Cyril Bourseaux, Mélanie Gauthier, Simon Léveillé, Simon Plouffe, Lynne Trépanier, Jean Paul Vialard, Shikuan Shetush Vollant - Ceux qui viendront, l'entendront Olivier Calvert, Jean Paul Vialard - Pauline Julien, intime et politique Andrés Carrasco, Miguel Hormazábal, Mauricio López, Alison McAlpine, Rodrigo Salvatierra, Carlo Sanchez Farías, Claudio Vargas - Cielo

MEILLEUR COURT MÉTRAGE | FICTION Iris du Meilleur court métrage | Fiction

Brotherhood - Meryam Joobeur | Cinétéléfilms - Habib Attia, Sarra Ben-Hassen | Meryam Joobeur | Laika Film & Television - Andreas Rocksén | Midi La Nuit - Maria Gracia Turgeon Fauve - Jérémy Comte | Midi La Nuit - Maria Gracia Turgeon | Achromatic Media - Evren Boisjoli Lunar-Orbit Rendezvous - Mélanie Charbonneau | Hutte Films - Virginie Nolin Milk - Santiago Menghini | Newton's Cradle - Max Walker Mon Boy - Sarah Pellerin | La Boîte à Fanny - Fanny-Laure Malo, Annie-Claude Quirion

MEILLEUR COURT MÉTRAGE | ANIMATION Iris du Meilleur court métrage | Animation

Bone Mother - Dale Hayward, Sylvie Trouvé | Office national du film du Canada - Jelena Popović La chambre des filles - Claire Brognez | Les Films de l'Autre - Claire Brognez Mais un oiseau ne chantait pas - Pierre Hébert | Pierre Hébert Not Your Panda - Tigris Alt Sakda | Tigris Alt Sakda Le sujet - Patrick Bouchard | Office national du film du Canada - Julie Roy

PRIX DU PUBLIC Iris Prix du public

1991 - Ricardo Trogi | Les Films Séville | Go Films - Nicole Robert La Bolduc - François Bouvier | Les Films Christal | Caramel Films - Valérie d'Auteuil, André Rouleau La Chute de l'empire américain - Denys Arcand | Les Films Séville | Cinémaginaire - Denise Robert La Course des tuques - Benoit Godbout et François Brisson | Les Films Séville | CarpeDiem Film & TV - Marie-Claude Beauchamp La disparition des lucioles - Sébastien Pilote | Les Films Séville | ACPAV - Marc Daigle, Bernadette Payeur

IRIS HOMMAGE Iris Hommage

Sera annoncé ultérieurement

FILM S'ÉTANT LE PLUS ILLUSTRÉ À L'EXTÉRIEUR DU QUÉBEC Iris du Film s'étant le plus illustré à l'extérieur du Québec

La Chute de l'empire américain - Denys Arcand | Cinémaginaire - Denise Robert Cielo - Alison McAlpine | Errante Producciones - Paola Castillo | Second Sight Pictures - Alison McAlpine La Course des tuques - Benoit Godbout et François Brisson | CarpeDiem Film & TV - Marie-Claude Beauchamp La disparition des lucioles - Sébastien Pilote | ACPAV - Marc Daigle, Bernadette Payeur Eye on Juliet - Kim Nguyen | Item 7 - Pierre Even

[emblazons]

"Let us take to the skies together, and bring a new dawn to Valisthea."

Phoenixflare Week || Day 1: Red Thread (String of Fate) Joshua Rosfield, Dion Lesage & The Honor That Binds Them

[valiisthea]

💓 //you know how it is @ignitedshield for Dion

💓 My muse listens to your muse's heartbeat || Always Accepting

@ignitedshield || Dion

"Just breathe normally for me, alright?" Dion slides his stethoscope off from around his neck, fastening the ear pieces until they're comfortable.

Clive's complaints of chest discomfort are, of course, concerning to say the very least - but Dion has been in his line of work long enough to know that a good majority of chest discomfort complaints in otherwise fit and healthy individuals are often times benign in nature.

That doesn't mean he won't take it seriously. Especially when it's someone he cares so deeply for. Nothing is ever certain, no matter how otherwise healthy someone may be.

Gently, he presses the diaphragm of the stethoscope to Clive's chest and closes his eyes to focus better on what he's hearing. Strong, steady, perfectly in rhythm - other than being a bit elevated (he would guess a hasty 100-110 beats per minute without actually counting). The accelerated heart rate, for now, he could write off as the anxiety of the situation taking hold. No murmurs, no third or fourth heart sounds, no clicks or whooshes, or anything that would alert Dion to something potentially life threatening. At least not with his heart, anyway.

"Your heart sounds just fine, if a bit quick. Could you walk me through what you were doing when you felt pain?"

[valiisthea]

"My heart is beating so fast." ((From Joshua!

Heartbeat Starters 2 || Always Accepting @oracle-venus || Dion

Dion looks up from his laptop with concern in his gaze. There's a sort of urgency in his motions as he closes the lid and comes to Joshua's side, taking the man's wrist between his fingers and pressing into the pulse point with furrowed brows.

"Does anything else feel off?" he asks, careful not to lose count in his head as he does so. Joshua's pulse is undoubtedly fast - and some quick math leads Dion to a rate of 117.

That is fairly alarming without any exertion to cause the rise in heart rate. Then again, Joshua's physical health is much like a see-saw - Dion is still learning the ins and outs of his conditions, but he doesn't often take a high heart rate lightly.

"Take a deep breath for me, if you can. A few in succession could help calm your heart rate down."

[valiisthea]

((Flickeringphoenix @ Dion)) "I can't offer you the life you have with them. I know that." :')

All Things I Should('nt) Have Said || Always Accepting

@flickeringphoenix || Dion

Dion frowns at Joshua's words, head slightly tilted as he struggles to line the pieces up. What life has he been offered, that Joshua feels he cannot?

"I am afraid I do not understand."

[emblazons]

me, trying to explain that Glawen got his hair color, name, & earrings (and penchant for serious monogamy) b/c his character was inspired by both Glawen Curr from Foundation...and Dion Lesage from FFXVI:

....not sure why some of my favorite characters recently have been emotive-but-fighting (gay) men in long-term relationships, but. Pretty sure this is also where Glawen / Astarion started in my mind...and I can prove it lol

v much triple threat "fighting along my soulmate" energy going on here LOL