Leo of Nohr @brynhildrbound-archive - Tumblr Blog

TAGGED BY: @glorycrowned (THANKS PAL.)

TAGGING: @conflagrationsstyle @gentlexbloom && whoever else would like to :’)

To pretend and act - callous , he has been doing far too long. In truth, perhaps he had always cared too much.Yet, lies after lies to all - including himself rendered a creation of a fabricated self, high above the masses perched on his steed like a God to reign down wrath and fury. By birth and conditioning - he expects results - evident by the impatient tap of his fingers, and outward scoff. Give him what he desires, even by the most violent methods - torture (Oh yes, perhaps he doesn’t raise his hand to carry out the act, but he condones it - at times, even orders it). Silver tongue insults hurled, like the blade he once wielded, cold and sharp, patronizing, sarcastic. Everything must fall into place for a better Nohr, all else shall be eliminated. This over-critical judgment yet gives birth to envy and vanity. What shall the condemner do when they themselves do not meet the standards of their own creation? What is the punishment? (Work harder. Work until your blood feels like ashes and your hand trembles from exhaustion. That is the punishment.) Vengeful, slaughter the enemy besmirching your pride. That careful glass facade pieced like stain-glass must remain together. This villainous creation is him, but he remains unpredictable. A change in heart, a long held sentiment, gentle hands to guide his sister, child-like wonder in his eyes at the glory of his brother - a hand of mercy (it should not exist.) Things would be simpler, easier if only he could be that villain so many see when they look upon him.

#𝑀𝑜𝓇𝑒 𝓉𝑜 𝒸𝑜𝓂𝑒 ;; 𝓆𝓊𝑒𝓊𝑒 #𝒯𝒽𝑜𝓊𝑔𝒽𝓉𝓈 𝓊𝓃𝑒𝓃𝒹𝒾𝓃𝑔 ;; 𝒽𝑒𝒶𝒹𝒸𝒶𝓃𝑜𝓃𝓈 #//it's rly hard to get back in the writing groove :(#//BUT THIS WAS FUN

Hey pals just wanted to make it official that I’ll be gone for a while. It’s finals times && I also wanna finish Pokemon sun & Final Fantasy 15. Catch ya’ll on the flip side I will be back hopefully in a reasonable amount of time. I owe a shit ton of stuff orz ILL GET TO THEM I’M SORRY.

#𝑀𝑜𝓇𝑒 𝓉𝑜 𝒸𝑜𝓂𝑒 ;; 𝓆𝓊𝑒𝓊𝑒 #𝒞𝑜𝓃𝒸𝑒𝓃𝓉𝓇𝒶𝓉𝑒 ;; 𝑜𝑜𝒸 #//im the worst multitasker #//which is ironic #//im gonna shove ffxv in my butt #//im so emotionally invested

nxtequal-archive

big bro? those weird neighbours are looking at us again

#𝑀𝑜𝓇𝑒 𝓉𝑜 𝒸𝑜𝓂𝑒 ;; 𝓆𝓊𝑒𝓊𝑒 #𝒩𝑜𝒷𝓁𝑒 𝒷𝓇𝑜𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇 𝓂𝓎 𝒾𝓃𝓈𝓅𝒾𝓇𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃 ;; 𝒳𝒶𝓃𝒹𝑒𝓇 #𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝓁𝑜𝑜𝓀𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝑔𝓁𝒶𝓈𝓈 ;; 𝐿𝑒𝑜 #glorycrowned

blanchelune

cuties~<3

#𝑀𝑜𝓇𝑒 𝓉𝑜 𝒸𝑜𝓂𝑒 ;; 𝓆𝓊𝑒𝓊𝑒 #𝒮𝓊𝓃 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓌𝒶𝓇𝓂𝓉𝒽 𝑜𝒻 𝒩𝑜𝒽𝓇 ;; 𝐸𝓁𝒾𝓈𝑒 #𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝓁𝑜𝑜𝓀𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝑔𝓁𝒶𝓈𝓈 ;; 𝐿𝑒𝑜 #//SO BEAUTIFUL

conflagrationsstyle:

♒~~≺

Tharia eases her hands up in false surrender, some vague sheepishness lingering in her face. “I’m just pickin’. Still, no one’s up at this hour because they want to be these days.” Waging war was tiring. Only people with a mission were up at this hour willingly. “I found myself unable to sleep, so I found myself a candle and meandered down here in hopes for a good read.”

She turns away from him to view a nearby shelf, scrutinizing the bindings in the dim light. “Would you perhaps have any suggestions? I’ll leave you to your nightly ruminations and solitude if you would so prefer.” It gives them both an out to this conversation, since she has no intent on incurring the boy’s malice at this time of the night. Answers or not, she would still get what she came for. A companion to spend all these nights with. She would hope to find a book she hasn’t read, but if she somehow obtains the Prince’s conversation, Tharia may have to pat herself on the back for such a catch.

While he recognizes the falsity in her movements, at least there was some genuine intent to remain cordial. The prince had always felt there were certain unspoken rules between those who remained conscience when night had enveloped all that their eyes could see. Arguments and cruelties had no place in the quiet, not while the moon bared witness to those below her. No, he won’t turn her away - not when the solace of book is meant for everyone. With a begrudging nod, from his own pile he hands one book off to Tharia. Worn at the edges, but still tightly bound, he considered it one of his favorites - despite the fact that it had naught to do with strategy nor history.

“This is rather an old tale. A fictional epic, but highly engaging. For long nights such as these I find getting lost in their words rather comforting. Perhaps it shall do the same for you.”

#𝑀𝑜𝓇𝑒 𝓉𝑜 𝒸𝑜𝓂𝑒 ;; 𝓆𝓊𝑒𝓊𝑒 #𝒲𝑒 𝒸𝒶𝓃 𝒽𝒶𝓃𝒹𝓁𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓈 ;; 𝐼𝒞 #conflagrationsstyle #//closes eyes #//it is i slow guy

glorycrowned:

When such uncertainty sounds back at him he mulls for proper reasoning beneath the sheen of silence to pass between them. Had his words gone unheard? Or perhaps the sudden boldness of such a claim simply struck little Leo, still gifted as ever and boasting mastery of magic well beyond his time in the way he merely prides himself in such a stance alone.

Good. To ensure no invitation of falter, he would hope Nohr’s prodigy came expectant as equally prepared. Heavy as any burden in achieving new heights it was absolutely imperative they challenged the mighty threshold to call their own, Siegfried stout in his hand as the unmistakable steel that made his resolve.

“There will be no room for error this time. I won’t allow it. Now.. for the sake of your glory and mine, raise your weapon.”

In the end there never truly existed any room for debate. What the crown prince demanded was law- vocalizing dissent was rather useless once the man had his mind set. With finality and a deep breath, the tome clutched between his hands flip open, myriad of pages fluttering into a blur. No longer did it stand as a shield against his chest, but a weapon seeking to sap the life of all that had a beating pulse. Power dancing at the edge of his finger tips, stance wavering between offense and defense, - finally the younger nods.

“Very well brother, so be it -” steeling himself with the necessary confidence of a leader upon a battle field. (Real or not - he had not been able to discern the two for quite a long time) There was no other choice than to put forth his best upon this spar. For both of their glory was it not?