#nievea

[adureus]

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀HOW OFTEN A GENTLE CHUCKLE FALLS SMOOTH FROM LIPS, punctuated by humour ⸻ he plays along, maintains her mischief. Come now, beloved. He permits her this playful edge, just as embraced in youth. Said lips find their comfort at her knuckles, a fleeting visit to their surface, lingering just so. It's all too brief .

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀❛  How considerate.  ❜

A week ⸻ the stretch was usual. Her absence was not. Lacking the companionship, casual banter, and hushed communication weighed on him so. Their wordless gestures, acknowledged and understood, drove confusion in others. Too reliant, too keen of routine , her leave is conspicuous. She'd round a sentence to completion. He'd honour a preference recalled. They'd orchestrate a macabre dance on the field with blades at the ready, bring about a cohesion just a touch too harmonized. She is his second-in-command, a foil to quell his step, his rationale, a curio to his heart. Where one went, the other oft did, too.

During her convalesce their duties had been altered, puzzled into unbalanced categories of wanted and unwanted, of action and passivity, and she'd been drawn the most undesired sort. She'd been tasked with administrative work. Less active, more sedentary to heed her curse, wounds, and flesh marred and tested. It's contrary to her nature. He hates restricting her so. But Tarja's word is law.

A shift in routine irked and confused not only he, but the Cursebreakers, who yearn for their captain, a steadying pillar among mercurial forces ( as she oft was paired with Clive, too ). But it was necessary until her strength returned ⸻ her wit, however, was honed as ever. And he smirks at that. Her sweet, silvered tongue : always primed with a dry responsiveness, one he could never muster nor replicate himself.

His Lady : she works too hard. Far too hard.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀❛  Fancy a trip to Dalimil ? I’ve heard the springs cure all manner of ills. Or perhaps we could visit the markets. How long has it been since you’ve bought something for yourself that wasn’t a blade or a gift for someone else ?  ❜

Perhaps it'll be the flight of terraces which heal, carved of ancient erosion, bleached in their substance among rolling sands. Nature is quite the architect, opting for organic beauty among Fallen relics of old, the latter's artificial, over-corrected perfection roused a certain disconnect from natural charm. Luminous blue awaits, as do the palms, towering well heavenward. Verdant. Contrasting. Lofty and remote to blackened earth and these troubled waters. He'd permit the opportunistic encroach of laziness, the swaddling of comfortable heat which sought to melt away what ailed their bones in these desolate, stagnant times. Home at present was a far-cry from spectacle.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀↪ 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐔𝐄𝐃.   ╱  @nievea

[danhang]

immersed in the constraints of his office, where the demands of paperwork, signatures, and the weight of obligations and political quandaries pressed upon him, he found solace in the occasional foray outdoors. these brief walks became a respite from the bureaucratic entanglements that defined his daily existence. although the vastness of ishgard's guarded walls concealed countless faces and stories, those rare excursions outside revealed a keen ability to discern the distinctive garb and countenance of individuals who stood out conspicuously. a spike in intrigue became the harbinger of curiosity, compelling him to stray from the vigilant presence of his bodyguard. his path led him toward a woman who, despite the veiled nature of her identity, stood as a palpable anomaly. “greetings, ” a fragment of a smile adorned his countenance. “ might i seek enlightenment on your name and the origins whence you hail? ”

starter call / @nievea

[phoenix-flamed]

Continued from here:

Sometimes, it was -- regrettably -- too easy for the occupants of Rosalith Castle to forget that children were still children. Regardless of their status and upbringing, their life experiences, and the tedium of their days spent in lessons on court etiquette and a seemingly endless array of political and historical knowledge, and other such matters that would prove either superficial or not at all relevant until their later years... They really were still children above all else, with a child's curiosity in their minds and hearts, and creative energy in spades.

The garden had always been well cared for, spanning back as far as Elwin could remember; the roses were especially beloved, even to him. While it came as little surprise that the gardener would be protective of them, especially because of their origins, it nonetheless distressed him that Jill and Clive had been reprimanded for their little endeavor. Thus was his first order of business to soothe the ire of the gardener, and reassure the older servant that all was well and no lasting harm had been done. (As well as adding a lighthearted reminder that in Elwin's own childhood, he had himself fallen into one of those very same rose bushes, and the Archduchess and Duke had laughed rather than get angry over it.)

The more urgent matter, of course, was finding Jill to comfort her, and reassure her that she had done no wrong. The prior part of that was the easy one -- but the moment his gaze fell upon her and her seemingly abandoned materials, he realized that the second part would prove a touch more difficult.

"Dry your eyes, dear girl," The Archduke gently encouraged, all the while offering her an equally as warm and gentle smile. "It will be alright. The gardener was afraid that he would be the one to get into trouble -- but you can both rest assured that I have it on good authority that the one for whom those roses were planted would be glad to see her flowers being so loved by you." There was a pause. His brow furrowed in careful contemplation, then his head tipped back while a gloved hand rested beneath his chin. ".. In fact..." The smile quickly enough returned in full. The man knelt in order to bring himself slightly closer to eye-level with Jill, as a show of respect towards her. ".. My mother would have been both delighted and honored to wear one of your works."

Those oceanic-hued eyes seemed to light up, bringing more life to his entire countenance, and in doing so chasing away the last lingering traces of concern that had been present. "Will you teach me to make them? I, too, will proudly wear one with you, should you allow it -- and perhaps such a beautiful gift would brighten the Duchess's spirits as well."

@nievea

[amcryllis]

@nievea cont from ♥

Aerith mantains her pleasant expression as the other woman inspects the bundle of flowers — she always loved when people really appreciated what she did, how much joy a little bit of colour could bring. Aerith shakes her head to refuse full payment, as nothing brought her more joy than providing sweet people with sweet things.

"I don't usually make garlands, I sell them." She tilted her head, as though pondering the idea. "I suppose I could. Do you think people would buy those? I have a lot more where this came from. I could make a lot."

[fcrir]

     They say dreamers live in realms of their own,   an ideal place so far removed from the reality such dreams were crafted for as a means of escape.   He knows it well,   for the mind to stray into another world so often one loses touch of what lies there before him.   It's a fault of nature that had gotten the best of him at times,   and in such moments his mentor's firm but gentle scolding would echo in memory,   a melancholic state of reminisces that twists at his heart,   yet with a mixture of gladness   &.   gratitude he knows not where to place aside in memories.   This dreamers ambition doesn't stem from desperation however,   he marvels at the work of imaginations for the simple beauty of it,   and clings ever so tighter to the makings of a youthful mind that made him the man he is today,   and perhaps one day,   a hero.   There is an ancient sympathy in his smile,   as though a traveler had passed upon another sea of tragedies,   noting the touch of something forlorn in her eyes,   whilst words sound awfully hopeful in an unintended betrayal of natural expression.

       ❛❛   I think there's more to it.   ❜❜        he states,   hands rested upon hips as gaze fixed upwards towards the clear sky,   oh   ...   how liberating it would be to soar the skies.        ❛❛   Hope,   that's it.   ❜❜        the revelation comes with a kind smile.   Dreams to him were not childish fantasies,   but the hunger of a soul that refuses to suffice with what simply is.        ❛❛   You know,   something to hold on to when things get hard,   didn't you ever dream about a better future ?   To be a better person than yesterday ?   We all dream,   we just choose to call it something else.   ❜❜

@nievea // from [ ☆ ]

[sanctumlumen]

@nievea sent ; ❛ it's the silence that scares me. ❜

❝ the irony ... the ABSENCE of SOUND itself ... ever echoes the LOUDEST ... ❞ his voice lingered , brows knitted pensively as he surveyed far ahead , golden eyes affixed upon the farthest horizon. ❝ you worry about him , don't you ? ❞ he turned to her , lips curled slightly at the corners — a display of understanding sympathy — but his gaze remained haunted . ❝ he will be fine . he has someone who awaits his return . someone who he cares deeply for , i am CERTAIN . a man such as he , they are a RARETY . ❞ he brought his cursed hand to his chest , palm pressed over his broken heart . an image forever burn and etched into his mind , beautiful eyes brimmed with cristal tears . OH TERENCE ... i am so sorry . i failed you — i failed you all . I MUST ATONE FOR MY SINS . ❝ your presence is truly a BLESSED GIFT bestowed upon him . ❞

[herofists]

@nievea / continued from this.

IT WAS LIKE THE MOMENT  'Shiva' fell from Jill's lips, time itself took a breath. He looked away for an instant—perhaps to gather the shards of his thoughts scattered by this revelation. If Shiva led her to him, there must be purpose in it. He looks at her, closing the distance between their worlds just a fraction more.  

"She must've wanted to find her sister..." he says. Snow paused, chuckling softly with a shake of his head.

"Since you've been chosen by Shiva, and she's... bonded with you, Nyx has been my guide."

[fairlybeloved]

@nievea

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Did he feel the same as her?

"Not at all." He teased. "I've taken my fair share of vacations~ Kicking it back on the beach, or just whittling the day away training for those sweet hypotheticals---" Never knew when a battle might arise, best to prepare for it when the opportunity arose!

"If you think about it, you're taking a break right now while you talk to me~" He grinned. "And you know? The troubles of today will be there tomorrow. Granted you can't push everything off---" He shrugged.

[flamesofrebirths]

What kiss trope is destined to be in your narrative?

The Now or Never Kiss

The Last Kiss? No, it's not the last, but the characters don't know that. Death appears imminent — the temperature is rising, the room is filling up with water, the plane is about to hit the ground, the rope they're dangling from is about to break and drop them off the cliff, the room is on fire and the door's locked, the world is coming to an end... The point is, this is no place for unresolved sexual tension. The Not-A-Couple don't want to go out without revealing how they really feel. It's now or never. They kiss. This can also be 'Now or Maybe Never' kiss; one or both are heading into danger, or likely-potential death.

Tagged by: unofficially by the twin @reviresc 🥰 Tagging: @holyguardian @royalight @chosenbythecrystal @ofmoonlily @nievea & YOU ;D

[ofengineers]

CONFESS YOUR SECRETS TO ME AND I'LL TELL YOU WHAT YOU NEED TO HEAR

this does not have to be the end of you

you did not deserve that, you did not deserve any of that. one of these days you will feel safe again, you will open your heart and you will find it everywhere. do not be afraid - there is so much love and warmth searching for a way to get to you.

tagged by: @creatrix-mea, thank youuu 🥰 tagging: @bymargrace @lastingsparks @eikonbound (benna) @adureus @nievea @ofmoonlily @royalight @drakonairs & YOU ;D

[adureus]

Latte vc: You can shorten the thread. Me: Ya ok. Writes 900 words... :|

[phoenix-flamed]

Okay, here we go finally! Please bear in mind that this list isn't entirely complete, in that there are a plethora of Asks I plan to answer, there are Ask replies from others that I want to respond to, and I need to skim through my tracked tags for starters that I've missed.

Right at this current moment, based on my Drafts(and listed in no particular order), I owe replies to: @fadedfirebird , @reviresc , @sylleblosscm , @flamebearer , @nievea , @primalvessel , @rosariens , @brightblessed , @tripleflames , @eikonbound , @cagedfirebird , @audaciiae , @hideawaysteward and @sharpnosedscout , @creatrix-mea and @askens-konge , @lured-into-wonderland , @assilat-vojjor and @outlaws-legacy , @stingslikeabee , @cybrvce , @flamesofrebirths , @voidtouched-blue , @kihel-sorcas , @lacedaether , @phoenixsummon , @phoenixcoin , @bestboygav , @ignitedshield , @origami-assassin , @devotionbled , @inproelia , @strykingshot , @seeasunset , @phoenixshards , and I have no doubt I'm missing plenty more, so if you know I owe you a thread reply and you aren't on this list, please don't hesitate to let me know so I can wrangle it!

When I reply to our thread, if you aren't feeling it anymore because it's been so long, please, please, please know that you're not obligated to reply back. We can always try again with a new thread!

[lockedfighter]

ˏˋ°• ׂׂૢ་༘࿐            continued from here . ♡ @nievea

❛ you've been busy. the people around here love to chat. ❜

a smile is sent her way, warm & welcoming. visitors were always exciting. the tales some had to tell were quite fascinating. by the looks of the bunch that had just strolled in, they would have a lot of interesting things to say. she found herself intrigued ⸻ but the woman in front of her looked tired. the journey to the village itself could be extremely exhausting. so, she bends down to grab her something to drink ⸻ refreshing & caffeinated.

❛ on the house. you look like you need it. my name is Jill, I run the shop here. it's very nice to meet you.  ❜

༊⋆｡˚                                  avalanche  ,  well  —-  her  and  barret  the  only  ones    left  from  their  splinter  cell    but  their  travels  had  brought  a  group  of  unlikely    stragglers  along  for  the  journey  ,  all  with  the    same  common  goal  ;    sephiroth  .  perhaps  the    downfall  of  shinra  fell  into  play  also  .  it  was  e  a  s  i  e  r  to  group  them  all  together  as  a  whole  and  keep  their  origin  title  .  they  all    separated  like  always  when  approaching  a  new  village  ,  some  to  scope  new  threats    such  as  vincent  &  barret  ,  others    (  such  as  the  girls  )    to  enjoy  the  new  sights  .  tifa  always  found  herself  encapsulating  surroundings  .  the  female  before  her  a  welcoming  face  to  the  treacherous  journey  getting  here  . 

❛  —-  oh  no  ,  i  can  pay  !!  i  have  some  gil  somewhere  ..  ❜  small  pockets  hidden  in  the  pleats  of  leather  ,    as  a  business  owner  herself  ,  she  didn’t  wish  to  depend  on  f  r  e  e  b  i  e  s   despite  her  gratitude  .  ❛  oh  ,  i’m  tifa  .  my  party  and  i  are  looking  for  a  place  to  stay  the  night  ..  do  you  know  of  any  inns  around  these  parts    ?  ❜

[lucisol]

︱▶ BETTER TO TRY & FAIL THAN NOT TRY AT ALL!

Prompto Argentum of Final Fantasy XV

Written by latte.

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[idanoticias-blog]

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[herbhatton]

Nivea - Complicated ft Herb Hatton C S Ent Bounce mix by CS Ent pg 2 on #SoundCloud