星明かり

"Though my soul may set in darkness, It will rise in perfect light. I have loved the stars too fondly, To be fearful of the night." - S.W. ☆ STATUS: ACTIVE // INACTIVE // HIATUS

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music -- The Girl Who Stole The Stars // Yasunori Mitsuda

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[ Gives all the love in the world. ]

[ooc] -/ububu lots of love for Stella twin too!- ;3;

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♛ メモリから姫

He stiffened in his constraining suit amongst the lavish crowd, who seemed much too comfortable in their tight gowns and medal-embellished coats. Noctis wasn’t much for parties; in fact, he abhorred them. Being the diplomatic face for his country wasn’t exactly something the Lucian prince had ever looked forward to. Nevertheless, he would have to stand in for his father at this frivolous gala for the night. Seeing as how he didn’t want to be seen as antisocial by his guests, he caught sight of a young blonde woman not too far away from where he stood. Though as he walked towards her side, he was beginning to realize how…familiar she looked. Almost as if she had been that same girl long ago.

"You’re…—"

Though with each second he kept eye contact, the harder and harder his migraine pulsated against his skull. Until, ultimately, he had to sever formalities and walked over to a decorative table to prop his arm against. He cradled the left side of his head suavely as best he could; because, after all, it wasn’t graceful of a prince to break a conversation for the sake of his own well being. And as hard as he might have tried to act like he had wandered over to the table for pensive thought, the plan failed as he accrued a few head turns and concerned gazes from onlookers. But what after seemed like gripping his head for hours, the pounding had all but ceased within a couple seconds, and he found himself straightening his posture. He was even surprised to find that the blonde had waited all those precious seconds of his life to wait for the his strife to end.

"…Sorry," he said, tilting his head from sheer guilt. “Would you mind telling me who you are? It’s strange, because I…feel like we’ve met somewhere. Long ago." He paused then, wondering if what was blabbering out of his mouth had made any sense to her; for all she knew, he could have been the next hallucinatory prince. “Again, I apologize for my rude behavior. You see, my mind’s…not exactly in the best shape right now. With a headache and all." Having to explain the whole blessed curse that had been bestowed to him by birth would be a bore for someone of such royal caliber. He decided to toss the full explanation aside, not even realizing that the person who stood right before was someone he really knew — and all it would take was a single, simple name.

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Scrutinizing a faded painting of a seemingly forlorn child gazing upon a multitude of stars, the young woman was hardly aware of the bustle surrounding her. Fascination defined her pale features -- from the gleam in her eyes to the gentle curve of her lips -- as Stella silently pondered the reason behind the youth's melancholic countenance. To be greeted by a night sky, bright with teaming constellations... wouldn't that be a sight to behold? If the stars should appear but one night every thousand years how man would marvel and stare. The quote repeated in her head, once and over again like a mantra would in a holy man's mind, before finally melding with the muted chatter that drew her back to the ground of reality. Wistfully smiling at the painting, she silently promised another visit before turning with the intention of speaking with the other patrons... only to find herself face to face with a strikingly familiar visage. Clearly startled by the sudden appearance, she seemed seemingly at loss for words as she blinked at the other.

"You’re…—"

Nodding once slowly as if to prompt the other to continue, her pale lavender eyes stayed affixed upon the prince, trying to pull a name from the foggy depths of her memories to match the other's face as words that passed his lips remain unheard. Nary a minute passed before her face lit with realization. "Noctis?" 

Delighted even before he managed a word of confirmation, she continued on eagerly, "I didn't know you would be here, of all places. It's been so long!" And indeed it has; the last they had seen each other was during their early adolescent years... Noctis was only a boy then; slightly clumsy and awkward (albeit endearingly so) in his actions. How much he had grown since then! "You look well." she stated with an effervescent smile.

[scarredgladiator]

True enough. Guess we have to remind ourselves sometimes that what comes out of his mouth isn’t always personal. [/ He noted with a nonchalant grin. Perhaps if you thought about it, you could decipher the hidden message of comfort that told the noble not to mind the strategist’s cold exterior. A difficult feat, however, since not many looked deeper than his carefree persona. ] Mm, got to have some balance. [/ His agreement followed with a lighthearted chuckle. ]

[/ Amused to see her find mock offense at his statement, a marred brow quirked in perked curiosity. ] That so? What does the Princess do for fun in her free time? Besides border hoping, anyway.

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"But of course; strictly business, I imagine." she replied lightly, quickly allowing the subject to be put to rest as her attention trained on the latter of his response. Folding her arms across her chest with her thumbs grazing along her upper arms, her lips twisted off into a light-hearted pout, "I'll have you know that I do have hobbies; reading a variety of novels, visiting places that I've not yet seen -- granted that I have the time." Tipping her head to the side, her amethyst eyes glimmered with anticipation. "Speaking of which, there is still so much of this city that I haven't explored; perhaps you can give me a tour?"

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{ooc}Just wanted to let you all know that mun is very much alive. Sorry about lagging behind with the Pandora starter replies; it’s been a bit of a busy week and I’m currently job-hunting (super frustrating task). I’ll try to make some free time tomorrow; if not, most likely I’ll be on over the weekends.

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“There is no middle ground.”

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☆ >>> GOM open

“The nights are growing darker…” Wisps of fog trailed past parted lips as these irrelevant hushed words were spoken. The speaker watched in mild fascination as the fog curled furtively in the frosty air before dissipating completely. Stella’s lips drew into a thin line as her slender fingers clutched tightly onto her coat in attempt to guard herself from the bitter cold. She began making her way back to her manor, her gait quickening at the thought of the promised warmth of her shelter.

As she walked down the vacant streets, every so often the maiden’s gaze would travel upward towards the clouded expanse, almost with childlike expectation… During the thresholds of winter, nights in Tenebrae were ever more austere; the intolerable chill is but a lasting reminder of just how undesirable these harsh nights were. Only when the lands are laden with snow is Tenebrae beheld as beautiful. It was strange how something so simple could dispel this country’s grim atmosphere.  Drawn in her thoughts, Stella barely noticed that she had already arrived at her manor when she saw a dim figure standing in the distance. Curiosity immediately got the better of her as she took a hesitant step forth. Mayhap they were lost; it would not be so much a surprise if a foreigner lost their way, especially during nightfall. "Pardon me. I apologize if I'm imposing, but is there something you need?"

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ooc; I apologize for the lack of... content on my blog; I've been on Lightning's account for the most part since it's been quite busy on her account. orz But yes, I should have something done on this blog now that I'm aiming to keep active. I will post up a starter of sorts tomorrow, promise!  Also, a belated thank you to GOM for the acceptance; I'll do what I can to not disappoint. c': 

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ooc;  Just a few things I would like to say before I make my return of sorts. All threads I have will be dropped, save a few. As much as I do not like biases, I'd like to interact with Versus characters only for the time being until I am sure with my character's personality. Also, as sad as I am to say this, I may leave FFumblr for certain. This group has done so much for me and I have not done nearly enough to return the favor. And though I will forever cherish the memories I have of those I've grown close to, perhaps it is time that I move on. Also, with my inconsistent activity, mayhap it'd be wise to give another potential Stella roleplayer a chance. I have nothing but the fondest of wishes for you all and hope that you will all continue to endeavor as the wonderful writers you are. Should you like to keep in touch, please do feel free to send messages as I will now regularly log onto this account. Again, thank you so much for everything; I will surely miss this group dearly.

Adieu.

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ooc; Due to the recently released trailer of Versus (or should I say, "XV"), I've found the inspiration for my princess slowly return. I can not quite promise a hasty return; I'd rather portray Stella whilst being confident in my knowledge of her... And while I do not want to curse the production, I am not sure how long it will be 'til the Square Enix company provide us with more information on our long-awaited series.

Nevertheless, perhaps I will make a more permanent return and try again, as I have certainly missed my first character.

[scarredgladiator]

In that case, I might have to leave the strategist behind. The guy bleeds politics. [/ A short, hearty chuckle rumbled in the back of the brute’s throat as he lifted a finger and pointed it purposely between his brows. ] Barely in his twenties and the guy’s already forming wrinkles. And Noct— well, he can be pretty straight faced but that’s just his character. He loosens up if you poke and prod long enough.

[/ Large shoulders shrugged as he shifted his weight to one leg and cross his arms across the broad expense of his chest. ] So even the Princess of Tenebrae get bored when surrounded by politicians, who would’ve guessed. I always thought you nobles found fun in arguing and having intense staring contests; looks like I was wrong.

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Now, you musn't be so hard on Ignis. [she chuckled, though her laughter carried a heavier note upon the mention of the strategist; despite this, her change in tone was barely enough to be noticed.] I am sure the man only seeks to do his job, and well. [A brief pause was provided before the woman quickly noted,] Quite fortunate it is then, hm? that the group has you and Prompto to level their serious mood. 

[Thin fingers, so fragile as though made of porcelain, wove together before the lady as she tipped her head whimsically to the side,] Now I'm offended, Gladiolus! [she exclaimed, albeit in light-hearted jest.] Certainly you didn't take me to be so lifelessly dull. There are some of us who do know how to enjoy ourselves.

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“Ah you… the lady from the café, am I correct?”

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"That is correct. ...Hmm, I suppose I've yet introduced myself?" A confident smile alights her pallid features as the woman extended a thin hand, "My name is Stella. And you are?"

[crossjudge]

“As expected, that break did not last long at all. So soon and already we have been assigned homework and assignments.”

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It's no surprise that you are working as diligently as ever; most students would have a difficult time readjusting themselves to a working schedule.

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ooc; Nostalgia beckons me to return to this account. That said, I'm still contemplating on whether to return for good; I will be sure to let you all know. (:

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[/Releasing a light chuckle, the male crossed his arms over his chest and inclined his head thoughtfully] Wasn’t aware we were so close, Princess. Or close enough to be making house calls; is this a free boarder hopping pass into Tenebrae? [/Glad mused before lips curled into a playful grin.] If that’s the case, I’ll make a note to drag the guys over for a play date sometime.

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Any good friend of the prince is a good friend of mine. [The mock gloom expression on her soft visage lightened considerably as an effervescent chuckle left her lips.] I'll hold you to that note. Should I find myself bored in a room full of politicians, I will be sorely disappointed with you, Glad. [Stella teasingly threatens as the corners of her mouth lifted into that same playful smile.]

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“Farron. Serah Farron,” Serah said, taking the woman’s hand. “Do you know where we are, by any chance?” She still hadn’t gotten her bearings since she’d stepped out of the Gate.

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"Pleased to meet you, Ms. Farron." Nodding once in acknowledgement, she retracted her hand. Obviously, Serah was a stranger to these lands. One could easily pick up this blatant observation by simply looking at the clothes that adorned her. However, even most passing foreigners knew of this country; to admit otherwise... she must have traveled from a great distance...

"You're in Tenebrae, miss," she provided, her expression shifting to that of curious interest, "It is a name that most are familiar with... Are you not from the other countries nearby?"