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SILENT IN THE MOONLIGHT , SILVER - COATED , CRIMSON BATHED .

CAN'T KILL THE CREATURE THAT YOU MADE .

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independent roleplay blog for ravus nox fleuret as he is written in square enix's final fantasy xv . portrayed by aster ( any pronouns , 26 , white ) .

[joelintan]

His Sister’s Protector, His Last Rites. 2017

[feral-ballad]

I thought I had been surviving, and yet, what I was really doing was hanging by a string, loosely holding myself from collapsing. I was always on the verge, and I could feel that friction in my soul.

Fariha Róisín, from Who Is Wellness For?: An Examination of Wellness Culture and Who It Leaves Behind

[lunabrae]

his words are a jolt to her posture, and does she look up for the longest amount of time she had since he'd entered. she seems ... surprised by his wording, and she is. ravus and lunafreya's relationship, especially of late, relied on a careful skirting around sincerity. care would be tactfully guised in cold mannerisms and practiced speech. they weren't always this way. now, it was only easier.

so when ravus lays his desires out so plainly ... it is little surprise that lunafreya takes time to respond, or even react. she's frozen in her raise, ink pooling onto the page in a haphazard blot. she doesn't have a quip for him. ( she searched for one. ) all that was left was to surrender.

" of. of course, brother. " she tumbles over her words in the beginning, but regains her composure almost immediately. her quill is set back in its inkstand, and she moves with a hurriedness as if she'd been scolded. the awaiting handmaiden mirrors her speed, and wordlessly exits the room.

lunafreya seats herself across from him, knees pointed away, gaze situated to her lap, only breaking a few times to peek up at him. she wasn't nervous ... just, unsure of how to proceed.

a moment. she assumed he didn't want to talk of work, or any pressing matter that warranted a furrowed brow and a strain of the heart. though --- the tension between them seemed to lead the same effect.

her hands play in her lap and she looks to an unbothered pryna, content to huddle to her brother's warmth, and ignore their predicament all together. ever the opportunist. lunafreya feels inclined to speak, though she is want for words. a muted smirk pulls to her lips, and she attempts to cut the tension with humor. " i apologize, i've been an ill host. " maria re-enters with a tray of tea and biscuits.

[daemonify]

A PANG OF GUILT EMITS A SIGH FROM HIS THROAT , HOWEVER TIGHT . lunafreya is so burdened by her destiny that she hardly has not a clue into how her brother feels , nor how he perceives her . that's what he thinks , anyways . he looks to her with a cold stare laced with a bitterness toward whatever gods cast his sister into this hell on eos , & he scowls . still , he never blames her . she is a picture of light & beauty , his only beacon through the darkness of this world that seeks only darkness & decay . this life is tragedy , & she is the sole opposing force .

so , he sits aside her , almost completely still . the cold metal of his manufactured arm felt through the cloth that encases his thigh reminds him of his past mistakes , the pride that has been since extinguished from his heart . he watches as she stumbles over her words . . . how unbecoming . still , this version of her , he knows , is reserved for few , & part of him is thankful he's one of them .

maria returns with their treats in hand before he can respond to her , before he can scold her for talking so ill of herself , & silence besets the three of them . he stares as the woman sets down the tray & ominously waits until she makes her exit to continue speaking .

❛ silence , sister . save your remorse for a different hour . ❜ his tone is nothing short of demanding & distant . ❛ if you wish to plead your guilt for what little time we have , i will find myself better off elsewhere . ❜

pryna is silent , & he finds his left hand busying itself beneath her fur .

[daemonify]

KFC , KFC , KFC. KENTUCKY FLEURET CHICKEN

I'm Retiring Early

[lunabrae]

@daemonify said: " to watch you choose him again & again . have you not any mind for yourself at all ?! . . . " you're worsening with time , he thinks , but does not speak. she already knows. he needn't drive that further than it has already gone.

when ravus speaks, her eyes wander almost immediately to the window. just outside, was a beautiful altissian landscape. the sparkling sea ... beautiful architecture ... bustling populace. why was it, that even though she had been awarded station outside of niflheim, it still felt the same ?

one big window to the outside world, and a pane of glass to separate them.

it hardly mattered, as did anything ravus had to say about the topic of her duty. if she had any more spirit to give, he would surely be met with a snide remark, effectively ending the conversation. instead, she'd let him speak.

her body hurt. her head hurt. it felt as if all energy had been sapped from her in its entirety, as if the chair she sat in was the only thing stopping her from collapsing onto the floor. she didn't want to listen. it was a pointless means of debate. he says it as if she had any choice ... as if it was not her birthright to die in foreign waters.

as soon as their mother died, her life was no longer her own. she belonged to the stars + lived in endless servitude to the people. the words ravus speaks are inane. he knows this. he's searching for something to blame. he wants a reason for all of this to have happened.

how did the altissian sea always glisten ? tenebrae's always seemed so dark. all encompassing ... as if one could sink unto the pits of the planet. here, from the window ... she could almost float away.

in her memory, they are children. he scouts the way for foxes and bears. he doesn't let her dirty her clothes, or scrape her knees. she's always looking at his back. wide enough for her to think it could encompass her whole world. she didn't want it to be hard. everything was always so hard. she wanted to look up to him like she always had. to hold his hand through rolling fields. he used to be so gentle. he used to be so kind.

lunafreya's neck limply flops to one side to face him, words weak on her lips. " have i ... done well ? "

[daemonify]

THERE IS AN IMMINENT ACHE IN HIS CHEST WHEN HER BODY FALTERS BEFORE HIM . such a pathetic display at the hands of who ? not her . never her . this life she lives , she can hardly call her own , & it would be her damn detriment . something about her lifelessness fills him with inexplicable rage & he glares toward her masking a grievous sadness that possesses him like a daemonic monster . he cares so profoundly that he can hardly bring himself to express anything at all . he's silent for many , many moments after she dismisses him entirely , & he cannot help but feel that she has given up on herself . her dreams , her honor . . . he cannot bear to see it , but he cannot bear to look away .

there's a stinging in the corners of his eyes , but he doesn't cry . not here . not again . not ever again . because he will not lose her . he cannot lose her . the astrals & their whims be damned , he would do whatever it takes to allow her to live a life most fulfilling , a destiny not forced upon her , but a path she chooses to follow . his heart throbs so desperately in the reality of his denial , but he would continue to reject everything with bitter resentment .

he's not sure whether he would lash out , or if he would provide her in moments of comfort so that she might attain some semblance of peace in the little life she's been offered . he kneels at her side , & his eyes awash with sadness , a sick pity twisting his expression into something whole - hearted & painfully earnest .

❛ concern yourself not with what you've done , sister . ❜ because there is still more life to live . there is still yet more to cling to . grasping , grasping , gripping , clawing , falling from . ❛ this world cares not for your accomplishments . ❜ how cynical . ❛ you will do what you must . i have no doubt in your capabilities . ❜

& he touches her hand with nerve - less chill .

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

Margaret Atwood, from “Lady Oracle,” originally published c. 1998

[lunabrae]

despite his misery, lunafreya's smile is wide in its sincerity. even though she will tease him without relent, she knows his heart. and, his drop - ins never cease to make her happy.

" then please, sit. " this time, lunafreya answers warmly, flicking her head in the direction of the two loveseats between them, bracketing an iron coffee table. pryna slogs from her position at her owner's feet, padding over to one of the couches, and hopping onto it in a cat - like manner, as if to anticipate ravus's body heat. " tell me about your day. i'll call maria for tea. " however, she continues her work, rhythmic scratching of her quill on paper as words slowly continue to fill the page.

[daemonify]

SOMETHING IN THE CORE OF HIS BEING DECAYS AT THE SIGHT WHICH SHE BESTOWS SO READILY . never a moment spared , a ceaseless detriment to a world plagued by vague callings & uncertain ideals . he scowls toward her when she spares him not a glance , out of her vision's line , so he'd think . ❛ fine . ❜ his words become short , disgruntled & sharp . he holds no jealousy or possession over her time , but instead bears the hatred of fate that would condemn her to such perpetual strife . will her sorrows never cease ?

❛ can you spare not even a moment , lunafreya ? ❜

their shackles weigh so heavily on her .

[diaxyz]

The full illustration I made a while ago for the beautiful “Cor aut mors” charity zine, dedicated to Ravus Nox Fleuret ! . He deserved more love ;_; 💜✨ .

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[salemwitchtrials-deactivated202]

[ID: excerpt from “Alcestis,” a poem by Kate Daniels 

I smoothed the feathers of my heart afraid to grow frail and hysterical. I wanted the company of cold people who would never touch me.’]

[lunabrae]

ravus's dramatics earn him nothing but a not - so - subtle roll of her eyes. she understood it as a part of his temperament. ( so moody ... like a teenager. ) lunafreya could have her bouts of irrationality, too, unbeknownst to her. simply one more thing they had in common, though she would sooner die than admit such a thing.

she is sat at her desk, quill in hand. motion had paused momentarily at their back - and - forth. though, she wasn't so invested to stop all together. pryna seems to sneer at the 'pet' comment. ( they, were also very similar. )

and while ravus's compassion toward her was greatly appreciated, she would never pass up an opportunity to get under his skin once more. a large, wry smirk pulls on her lips in precedence. " oh, would you like me to call umbra ? "

[daemonify]

& WITH HER DEVASTATING EYE - ROLL he knows very well that his request for her presence is being met with such lacking sincerity . he scoffs something offended , nose upturned to the ceiling , as eyes dart as far from her seat as he can take them . regrets bubble in his chest over the decision he'd made in lieu of her ever - lurking loneliness . ( something they shared , apart from one another , yet somehow also together ) .

it's that very feeling that keeps him from taking an abrupt stance & leaving her to her own devices , yet again . so , he stays , feet planted 'gainst the floor , & he scowls continuously .

if he were ever to try for the role of an elder brother , he'd never fit the part , yet even so , he strives for some semblance of compassion betwixt the two . . . though , he might never show it himself . ❛ you tease me with false impudence . ❜ he does not budge in his standing , however defensive , but offers her something in earnest , ❛ i had graciously thought to spend some time with you . with what few moments we're spared . ❜

[daemonify]

@sagefired .

❛ spare your breath . ❜ he barks with haste , as time encroaches upon them like a daemon's crawl : quick , deliberate , threatening . 'tis not their lives that bear the burdens of this world's dark & warped sense of irony , but rather , the ones they hold so far above themselves , they're out of reach . ❛ you needn't waste my time with needless commands , i already know what must be done . ❜ one day his arrogance will be his undoing .

[daemonify]

" whence ever i see you, you only seem to grow more weary. come, rest. pryna will keep you company. " ⸻ @lunabrae

❛ you worry about things beyond your control . ❜ his words hiss like a snake seething , born into a limbless vessel & forced to slither 'pon an earth where others walk , reigning over it , & casting unto it a demise of unsightliness , of villainy , despite all of its wishes . it accepts this fate , but only after years of rejection , false promises , & loss . for what is this ' destiny ' if not a symphony orchestrated by the gods , dipped & roused from chaos in baptism ?

irritation dwells atop the knit of silvered brows , the wrinkles at his face unbecoming of innocence . guilt rests in his soul , ever - present , like a daemon's haunt , its voice ceaseless & agonizing . lunafreya speaks to him & the light flow of her voice , the compassion lit behind her words , slices through every defense he's ever known , & he is loathe but to accept her wishes . there are few things in this world that do . the least he can do is be one of them .

silence overtakes him in an effort of defeat , as obstinance is drained from his composure . she soothes him in a way no other could . he sits aside her companion , opposite eyes cast down 'pon tiled floor , the reflection of the light through the windows cast back from them .

❛ and you ? am i to be solely accompanied by your ' pet ' ? ❜

[mistress-light]

DAEMON RAVUS + details

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