a divine light.

many blessings upon you.

[inqua]

I won’t stop drawing Lucius until he comes home to me

[divinelight]

believinghxpe:

❛ /  ⊰ ✬ ⊱ — &&. ❜

                                          Ah , it seems persistence still lingers. Sora could only sigh , but it was not out of negativity. Rather , it was his own ( guilt ) that Lucius should concern himself with him. He wanted to assure him that his wounds heal quickly ;   but it will only bring suspicions to his being.   He has yet to tell him of his TRUE identity as an angel.  ‘ heaven’s grace and children in the sky.  Sadly , he must not bring it into light. It was for Lucius’ sake and protection.

                             He could only — — — submit ! to his frantic need to heal him. If he wished to do this , then Sora cannot stop him. Even if he revealed that he could take care of his own wounds , he ( doubted ) that would ward him off. He could only give in ; though casting him a small smile to relieve some tension. 

                                           “ Well…. One person got me on the back. It stings a little. Thank you , Lucius. ”

     aha! so he was staying quiet about his pain. lucius knew it. many of the strongest tend to take unnecessarily large burdens upon themselves. judging by sora’s willingness to leap into the fray on his own, lucius expected that was the case here, too. but he’s not angry - not even a little. expression softening, he smiles. “sora... you needn’t thank me. i should be thanking you for your honesty.” 

    lucius’ satchel is still filled with salves and bandages. he’s well-prepared; times like these call for such measures. thankfully, the wound upon sora’s back is not as deep nor as evident as the other injuries which he sustained. “we must prevent infection, so i’ll have to clean the wound,” lucius says, keeping his voice gentle. “it may sting a little bit more... but the pain will pass quickly.” focused, lucius tends to it - experienced hands applying salves to the wound as necessary, then dressing it with a bandage. after inspecting his work, he finally lets out a small sigh of relief. “...there! that should do it.” he shifts as to face sora once more. “how does that feel? is there any discomfort?” 

[divinelight]

felixheros:

boy-hero,    still  your  judgement.   it  does  not  bode  well  for  justice  if  you  allow  your  opinion  to  be  swayed  by  the  rot,   the  villainous  disease,   in  this  area.           ❛     cool  !    &  yep,     ❜          your  eager  acceptance  of  sheer  words,    you  are  choosing  to  believe  in  the  good  the  world  has  to  offer.            ❛     i  sure  am.  i’ve  been  with  ace  as  long  as  i  can  remember,   &  he’s  never  ate  anybody  before,  so  you  needn’t  worry.     ❜          laughter  is  light,    escapes  your  lips  easily,   even  with  nerves  like  this;     your  hand  on  a  rein  to  stop  the  wyvern  in  his  tracks.            ❛     so,   er         friend,    what’re  ya  doing  all  the  way  out  here  anyway?   it’s  dangerous,  you  know  !     d’ya  need  help ?     are  you  lost,   maybe ?     ❜          (   what  an  adventure  it  would  be  to  help  a  lost  traveler  !    )

     lucius smiles; the boy accepts his words as the truth. thank goodness for that! “he hasn’t eaten anyone before? that’s... very good.” eating humans would be... bad, wouldn’t it? no human deserves to be eaten! “you two seem very close. only a fool would stand opposed to such a wonderful duo.” he glances back to the wyvern, and... he can’t help but stare once more. they truly are magnificent creatures. ace’s eyes are expressive, but lucius can’t exactly understand what the wyvern is trying to convey. 

     “oh - forgive me!” he was lost in thought. how embarrassing! “it’s been a while since i’ve seen a wyvern up close like this.” soft laughter as he sheepishly brushes a golden strand of hair back; away from his face. “my name is lucius. i’m a mage as well as a healer, and i was simply collecting herbs.” he tips his basket forward ever-so-slightly, as to give the boy a look at its contents. “the ones that grow within this forest are very potent... perhaps because very few people dare to harvest them.” still, lucius was willing to take a risk. he needs to help the nearby town, after all - and helping them means providing them with materials for medicine. “i was on my way back to town, but... my sense of direction is, admittedly, not the best. i’d appreciate your help very much.”

[divinelight]

destinysought:

@divinelight liked for a starter

    “Lucius! I’m surprised to run into you again on a battlefield of all places. Say, just how did you end up here, anyway? I overheard Priscilla telling Eliwood that she found you locked up in a dungeon! Are you all right?”

     “ah - yes! hello, lyn. it’s good to see you.” it’s been quite a while since they last spoke. “i’m doing well, dungeons aside. back then, one thing simply led to another.” he sighs softly. “i’ve been doing mercenary work alongside my lor- erm, my companion - raven. travelling during volatile times like these is always a risk, but by the grace of st. elimine, everything worked out.” well... he still has a great deal of persuading to do, regarding his lord’s fixation on vengeance... but lyn does not need to know that. “how are you faring? i’m aware of your skill in battle, but i hope that you’ve been taking care of yourself.”

[fellvaguely-deactivated20191009]

ship with me you cowards

[divinelight]

hewwo.

[divinelight]

denouehymn:

“That… is a personal favourite of mine.” Lyon was deciding whether or not to speak up, but when noticing the title, impulse took over. “If you’re planning to read that one, I hope you enjoy it.” || @divinelight

     “oh! is that so?” lucius turns towards the stranger, a smile spreading across his face. “that’s wonderful to hear! i skimmed through the first chapter, earlier - regarding the origins of dark magic. i liked it very much.” he’s always gravitated towards books pertaining to both history and magic - one combining the two subjects will surely prove to be interesting.

     “perhaps it’s because i’m a mage, myself, but i can’t help but want to read about everything regarding magic. i suppose it’s a hobby of mine.” scholars typically refer to the phenomenon a thirst for knowledge, but lucius is simply curious by nature. “i’m not interested in becoming a practitioner of the dark arts... but i’d very much like to learn more about them.”

[divinelight]

tempestkinged:

A SOFT SMILE edges along the corners of his lips as he allows himself to take in the radiance emitted from the other. He enchants him. The way how his golden tresses flow with the breeze, the way how gentle his eyes are; if Joshua is daring enough to admit, he would admit that his fleeting heart flutters upon the seeing the other.

            He chuckles, agreeing with every word that he utters. Remaining stationary in a castle does nothing to satiate his wanderlust and if anything, the act of remaining stationary only RETURNS those feelings of homesickness that he has long forgotten. A brow raises, INTRIGUED at the flowers and herbs presented before him. Joshua doesn’t understand how they work but he does recognize the fact that they do wonders for a wounded soldier.

            ❝ I’M JOSHUA. IT’S nice to meet you, Lucius. ❞        An amicable smile stretches from edge to edge, his hands stroking lightly through the blades of grass before it stops at a dandelion.       ❝ IT MUST BE difficult creating all these potions. Your efforts will not go unnoticed here. ❞  

     joshua... so that is this man’s name. he carries himself in such a unique manner! carefree and amicable - and yet, so very... mysterious. lucius’ cheeks redden at the praise he receives, soft laughter spilling from his lips. “thank you very much...! i’m happy to hear that.” he doesn’t assist the askrian army for recognition - much less commendation - but that doesn’t mean he will reject such kind words. 

     “i must say, though - it’s not too difficult! you just have to follow the instructions.” he smiles. “i have many potion-making books. if you’re ever curious, i can teach you how to brew some of your own.” wait - is the offer too presumptuous? lucius finds himself getting all the more flustered. “i-if such a thing interests you, of course...! there are many more hobbies that one can partake in. i don’t mean to impose. i’m sure you have your own ways of passing the time.” 

     it feels nice, talking to him. lucius barely ever converses with the others. the fault is his own, of course, but loneliness can cast a shadow upon one’s soul. “i’ve grown to love these woods, myself, so i often walk these paths... even if i’m not gathering ingredients.” they soothe his spirit, filling the void left in his heart. “i hope you’ll continue to enjoy them, too.” 

[tawashi-san]

ルセアさん

[wnq-writers]

Why didn’t you take me with you? I thought you would take me with you.

findme-oceans–away, writing prompt #67: write about an almost relationship, which broke your heart (via wnq-writers)

[adelle-ein]

endless list of favorite characters → lucius (fire emblem: blazing blade)

↳ “my beliefs give strength to my will…i don’t care about your fighting. i cannot change the way you live. nor would i. we both follow our beliefs. i don’t know why you believe this killing is your destiny, but i pray that you will someday know peace.”

[divinelight]

magebrand:

His determination is endearing, Soren won’t deny that. He keeps such opinions to himself, tucked away and out of plain sight. It’s like Soren to doubt anything that’s merely word of mouth. Actions, to him, speak louder, and he has yet to see Lucius perform to what he claims. Still, to go as far as doubting him completely seems… wrong when it comes to Lucius. It’s not often Soren hears such willingness and desperation, as if Soren’s opinion matters. Soren unintentionally quickens his steps. When Lucius coughs, he turns a fraction. “Don’t overexert yourself now. We haven’t even started.” Blunt, brash, but to anyone who knows Soren, there’s underlying concern. His harshness is sometimes a safety blanket, hiding a swelling heart that’s fit to burst. He thinks Lucius’ opinions are naive, which again is ludicrous when considering his wild assumption that Lucius, too, is branded. There’s no point in beating the feeling, nor ignoring it. Soren becomes more envious, knowing that another branded is able to be as honest as Lucius seems. Thinking it’s all a farce seems like the most plausible assumption to make. 

Lucius’ next question throws Soren off completely. So, his assumptions were correct. He and Lucius are the same; Branded. He stops in his tracks, allowing the sudden realization to process, because even now, denial seems too tempting. How is he to explain his circumstances, that of which were a miracle. He doesn’t look at Lucius as he speaks. “…Is that where you came from? The Grann Desert? I’m not going there.” Although it’s not Lucius’ intentions, Soren states as such anyway. “…It’s… I was lucky,” Soren manages. “….How rare it is to find another who speaks as if they know nothing of what Branded are.” He faces Lucius now. “That optimism. It’ll be the death of you.”

     lucius flushes. “i-i’m fine! your question simply caught me off-guard.” talking to soren like this - it’s interesting, to say the least. lucius still can’t shake off that feeling that soren knows far more than he lets on. there’s a certain sharpness present in his eyes... lucius has never met anyone quite like this. perhaps he should find soren’s mannerisms unnerving - but he can’t help but think that he’s impressive. “i’ll try not to push myself too far once my duties do begin, though.” he generally struggles with such things, to be honest. his adherence to the teachings of the goddess demands doing all he can to help those in need. while finding a balance may prove to be difficult, he’ll have to do his best.

     when soren stops walking, lucius’ heart seems to stop, too. he expects soren to lash out and winces reflexively, bracing himself for the inevitable rejection. instead, he receives an answer to his question. for a moment, lucius can’t even reply; he’s clearly surprised. “a-ah! pardon me - no, i’m not from the grann desert. i’ve visited before, since i know a few of the, erm, others. they... tried to get me to stay, but i didn’t want to.” there’s far less people there to help, and... “i didn’t like it very much. i think i’d feel too... trapped. as if i was hiding away from the world.” he laughs, a little nervous. “i suppose there’s no shame in that, though. rejecting a society which rejects you... it’s noble in its own way.” he shifts. “alas, i can’t relate to that manner of thinking.” he then makes eye contact with soren - somehow managing to keep his own gaze steady. “i do know about what we are, however. there are those who believe that our very existence is a crime against the goddess - but i know that is not the case.” his expression softens. “i’ve been blessed with opportunities to travel, to help people... to meet someone who chooses to live similarly to me. if the hope within my heart is to be my downfall, then...” he smiles. “i suppose it wouldn’t be a bad way to meet my end.”

[divinelight]

❤️

touch starved meme ✸ status: accepting❤️ - hug my muse from behind

     lucius tenses - but only a moment. it’s an unfortunate reflex; born out of long-gone times yet somehow still lingering. the initial shock passes over, and lucius smiles. he knows this warmth; knows this embrace. “takumi!” 

     lucius leans back against him, laughing airily. “you surprised me!” it’s a pleasant surprise - a welcome one. takumi is the very opposite of… those people. takumi is kind. the kindest person lucius knows, in fact. he makes lucius feel safe. lucius never truly knew how that felt - not until he met takumi.

     “how was your day? i missed you very much.” he’s done so much for lucius - perhaps more than he knows. outside, the sun is setting, and orange-gold light shines through the trees. it’s beautiful, and lucius is… happy. the past may have inflicted wounds upon his soul, but the joy he feels in this moment... it will help those wounds heal, won’t it? slowly but surely… he’ll get stronger. “i bought some rice cakes at the market, earlier. would you like to eat them with me?” 

[divinelight]

believinghxpe:

❛ /  ⊰ ✬ ⊱ — &&. ❜

                                               Sora ( winced ! ) against the bandages wrapped around his arm , covering the grave injury that itched his skin. His body felt sore after that last battle. No fatal wounds , however. Thanks to his companion , yet it was reckless of him to go out in the open like that.  ‘ or perhaps it was his own fault for not being able to keep an eye on him.

                                               “ I appreciate you trying to heal me , Lucius. But , I’ll be fine. It takes more than that to put me down. ”  //  ( @divinelight​ ❤ )

     lucius frowns, shaking his head ever-so-slightly. he’s focusing on the bandage in front of him - making sure that it’s securely attached. “sora... you must listen to me! any untreated wound can be fatal. even the small ones!”  

     his words are pushy, but the concern within them is evident. “i know you’re skilled in battle... but you must take care of yourself, too. what if one of your injuries were to become infected?” the very thought makes lucius pale. “it’d be horrible! so, please, allow me to tend to you... it’s the least i can do.” if only he joined the fray sooner...! his light magic would have surely aided sora in some way. “does anywhere else pain you? are you feeling alright?” his frown deepens, worries clearly increasing. “...and don’t even think about lying to me! i have more medicine if you need it.”

[divinelight]

malcontent:

          still taken in by the thought of his own significance and overall place in his kingdom, takumi is distracted. it’s in his nature to get wrapped up in his own thoughts, but they’re usually dizzy spells that get lost between hypercritical and self-aggrandizing. lucius’ smile stops him short, though. 

          for half a second, he realizes that he’s staring at someone almost inherently selfless. someone whose expression under the sun’s warmth is almost as generous as it is to wait on the side of the road for some injured, incompetent soldier to show. he’d be lying if he said ( and he would most certainly lie – he has to save face in moments like these if he wants his ego to stay in one piece ) that it wasn’t beautiful. but it’s fleeting, and he snaps back to the reality that stirs something tempestuous between them as lucius talks more about the faceless, and how it’s a pity to do some nohrian’s bidding. “whatever they are, i have no sympathy to spare. all they do is execute their masters’ vile orders, and if they don’t have the will to fight, then maybe they don’t deserve it.” it’s a cruel thing to say, and he knows it, but takumi’s heart is pounding. both from before, and at the idea of those beasts who put him in this situation. “if they recognize those mages as the enemy, good for them.” nohrian magic is fickle and cruel; he has no apologies. 

          for all their envy, they just keep taking. a part of him processes the reason to what lucius is saying, but they both understand that they cannot just lay their weapons down. not when so many blades are at their necks. he calms some, just before lucius confesses to something that’s more like takumi’s worst nightmare. instantly, he breaks the contact, forcing himself to jerk away and stand on his good leg. his hands form fists, wound up unnecessarily tight. he healed him! a nohrian! and he’s allowed all of this to happen!? “now you tell me? damn it–” it’s hard not to see red. his head blares, temples aching something undeniably fierce. 

          he can’t deny that lucius’ allegiance seems questionable. all the sincerity that had come out into the open – why would he fake it? and what would he have to gain by trying to help takumi back to health? it’s not like he’s patronizing or cloying, and here he’d been, crying just thinking about the wellbeing of other people. “what’s your plan? to find my camp and–” where would he go? did someone pay him to find the prince and do away with him? clearly not – and his leg is feeling better already. “ugh… my head!” the aches since his fall have only gotten worse, and takumi should know better than to be traveling here alone. but he has no choice – other warriors need help, and there’s still ground to cover. “fine… the sooner i get back, the better. but don’t think i’ll trust you, even for a second.” unfortunately, curiosity gets the better of him. it’s mere increments ahead of his pride, and it settles his frayed nerves just slightly. “why are you so far from home, anyway? you… really don’t act anything like the rest of those soulless jerks.” 

     the shift in the atmosphere... it’s instant. lucius’ smile drops, realization dawning quickly. of course takumi is upset; their nations are at war, and the nohrian faceless are the very source of the wound he sustained moments ago. “i have no plan.” he means it, too. expression turning serious, he resists the urge he has to reach out towards takumi. “...well, no plan beyond wanting to help. i didn’t know that i’d find you here... i never know who i’ll stumble upon.” he’s had conversations like this before. the way so many hoshidans look at him upon finding out he’s nohrian - it always causes his stomach to knot. but he knows that their concerns are warranted. 

     “i’m sorry. i should’ve told you sooner.” he sighs lightly. “it wasn’t my intention to deceive you - not at all. i was simply distracted by your wound.” a wound which is worrying lucius once more. takumi pulled away from him, and he many unintentionally put pressure on it if he’s not careful... the bleeding may resume. “i didn’t mean to withhold anything from you. i... i didn’t lie to you.” that must count for something, right? “i can never lie to your people. you don’t deserve that. even if it’s easier for me to do so, i...” he clutches at his own robes, already feeling the anxiety begin to swirl. now isn’t the time for such things...! “...i don’t want to lie... and i don’t resent where i was born, either. i’ve never known about what occurs in windmire, and i never will. i’ve always been in the slums, so the feuds existing between nobility... they’re beyond my understanding.”

     he tries to look strong, but he knows that the emotion in his eyes will betray him. “i’ve... suffered under those in power. it may be hard to believe, but many of us nohrians have.” despite his best efforts to repress them, memories of the orphanage come back to him in bits and pieces. that dingy little house, tucked away deep within the slums... the thought of it alone is enough to make bile creep up the back of lucius’ throat. he steadies himself, taking a few breaths. “commoners often cannot relate to those who rule them. we don’t think the way they do.” he smiles weakly. “we are not all soulless. i’d like it if you tried to keep that in mind, prince takumi.” 

      it’s a complicated subject - one which lucius struggles with, himself. “anyway - my allegiances are not with any worldly power. i am a monk, after all. i serve my faith above all else.” it’s the source of his magic - the reason why he can travel the way he does. “and, in accordance with my faith, i must offer aid to anyone in need of it - regardless of where they hail from. that’s why i travel as i do.” all of this talk... it has his head feeling woozy. he’s still trying to stifle those horrifying memories as best as he can - they’re not the major concern, here; not when he has offended takumi and certainly not when takumi’s wound is at risk of reopening. “i hope that addresses your concerns. i’m sorry for not being more direct with you. i truly just wish to help.” he’s hoping that he doesn’t look too disoriented, but... the way his heart is hammering away in his chest isn’t exactly reaffirming.

[kataosmth]

Would you go for a drink with me？ https://twitter.com/focusktzk/status/907577294486568960

[magebrand-deactivated20180627]

❂

❂ = wiping blood off their face / still accepting

“This is unnecessary.” If it were anyone else’s insistent touch, then Soren wouldn’t have let them. Any form of contact that comes unwarranted is immediately pushed off. But, with Lucius, it’s different. Perhaps it’s how gentle his actions are in comparison to the slap of a teacher or the push and shove from both Beorc and Laguz. Soren has become so used to this, that even the nicest request to tend to him is quickly and bluntly declined. He’s come to find that Lucius, however fair and gentle, is persistent, and that there’s only so much Soren can protest before letting Lucius tend to the wound on his cheek, which he hadn’t given that much attention to until blood started running down his face. He must have been a sight for sore eyes—and Soren doesn’t care. He cares little to how he presents himself before anyone that he cares little for, but with the way Lucius dabs at his cheek makes Soren feel a little embarrassed for having neglected himself. Lucius’ expression says it all. He can’t seriously be worried, right? Soren had willingly put himself out in the front in their last battle, so it’s on him to face the consequences. There’d been little shield when being so outnumbered, and of course his sleep the night before hadn’t been great, so really, it’s his fault. But Lucius still persists, and eventually, Soren finds himself kneeling opposite him, unable to keep eye contact. He’s foolish; completely and utterly. He won’t make the same mistake again.

Soren’s eye flutter as the dabs move upward to his cheekbone, unable to face anywhere but at Lucius, giving his resting frown. He’s embarrassed, but he also likes the attention. This kindness that feels so foreign and so surreal, that he feels this is a one time thing, and that the moment he moves back, he’ll be touch starved once again. He had let the silence speak volumes to his feelings on Lucius helping him, but now, his features have softened to a tired look, eyes dull and drooping. “…You need tending to as well,” Soren points out. “If you are so insistent on helping me, then I should do the same. You’ve neglected yourself, too.” He means to be scolding, but the genuine concern is obvious. It doesn’t hurt so much anymore; Soren wonders if Lucius is hurting now. “….You’re as stubborn as they come, it’s irritating.” And then, quieter. “…Thank you.”