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I’m gonna try to be here after class today I promise
“I wanted to get people valentine's gifts, but I don’t think anyone wants one from me” The teen sighed. He meant Ignis. He was Noct’s boyfriend though, so Luke getting him something would be weird. //Lucian
“You will never know, darling, until you try,” Aulea answers, and though quiet, her words are certain. The pain in her limbs persists, ignored, in favor of healing her dear son’s ailments. Always, always will they come first. The queen smiles, and extends a hand, draws the young man close to sit aside her on her bed.
“I am certain that they would love gifts from you.” She cups his cheeks, soft pads of her thumbs tracing careful circles against his skin. “–I know that I would think myself lucky, receiving gifts from a young man as charming as my Lu. I say it cannot hurt. Alright?”
he shakes his hands rapidly, quickly, before huffing, "Mom, what if he doesn't like it? It's so... It's such a simple gift and." Ignis deserved so much more than some little trinket, "Mooom, you gotta help me. He's so perfect, what the hell do you get the perfect guy?" Sits next to her, "Hes... Everything to me."
valentine’s | accepting
“I’m more than certain he will like it.”
The patience of a saint graces her; never has she seen Noctis more nervous — and the sentiment makes her smile, really, that his love for the adviser could ever coax such reactions out of a young man so intent on appearing composed and under control all the time.
Her arm lifts, slow and graceful, and drapes so casually about her son’s shoulders, drawing him near until the mop of hair rests against her shoulder, and her lips against the crown of his head.
“That boy loves you far too much; I am sure that the sentiment alone will be more than enough for him,” she murmurs, and her palm presses gently against him as she rubs his shoulder, “but if you wish to find a present that he will truly love… I’m certain not a soul in existence knows him better than you, dear heart. Follow what your instincts tell you.”
VALENTINE’S INSPIRED MEMES
rpmememaker:
“He loves me, he loves me not… oh.”
“She loves me, she loves me not… oh.”
“I don’t think it’s love…”
“So, is there anyone you’re secretly crushing on?”
“I don’t even like chocolate.”
“Yeah, nothing says ‘I love you’ more than a bouquet that’ll die in two days…”
“I’m not sure if they’re a secret admirer or a stalker… but at least they have good taste in gifts.”
“Oh! It’s my favourite time of year.”
“If I send a mass text to all the people I like, I don’t need to get all of them gifts do I?”
“I’ve never had a Valentine.”
“Will you be my Valentine?”
“Do you have a Valentine yet?”
“No one ever serenades me any more.”
“Just don’t write a song and play it in front of everyone again… it’s embarrassing.”
“Any secret admirers?”
“Oh, so you’re my secret admirer?”
“I may have been admiring you not so secretly.”
“Just because you like me doesn’t mean the feeling is mutual.”
“Seeing as we’ve both not got anyone, do you want to come to mine and watch a film?
“We’re never getting back together.”
“So, he got me a teddy bear, but we fought and he tore off it’s head.”
“How about instead of being ridiculous on one day of the year, you just be a decent partner for the other 364 days?!”
“We’re not together any more.”
“If you haven’t booked a table we definitely won’t get to eat there on such short notice.”
“It’s just Valentine’s day… I don’t see the big deal.”
“What do you mean you didn’t get me anything?”
“I’m feeling sick, is it okay if we arrange our date for another night?”
“I’m not sure if they’re a secret admirer or a stalker….”
“Well… they don’t know I’m going out with you so we’re going to have a girls night sitting in and cry about being single…”
“I’ve got the lube and strawberries, we’re all set!”
“I got out the whipped cream and she slammed the door in my face.”
“I am not wearing that.”
“When he said he would give me a pearl necklace, I thought I was getting actual jewelry.”
“It would have been a lot more romantic if you de-thorned the rose before you put it in your mouth…”
“I’m all for dressing up… but, how do you wear this?”
“If I see another couple holding hands, I’ll… I’ll-”
“Young love, isn’t it sweet?”
“Who did you get all these roses for?”
“I don’t love you, I’m just here for the chocolate.”
“So, let me get this right, you want me to be a stand in to make the person you like jealous?”
“Valentines? Pft!”
“That’s the least romantic thing anyone has ever said to me…”
“What are you doing? Why are you on one knee? Get up! Get up!”
“My mum gave me a rose because she felt sorry for me.”
“Look, you can buy me all the chocolates in the world, I still won’t go out with you.”
“A diamond ring? I appreciate the offer… but don’t you think this is a bit… excessive?”
𝓢𝓣. 𝓥𝓐𝓛𝓔𝓝𝓣𝓘𝓝𝓔'𝓢 —= [ @kingslight ] =—
"That time of year already." But the queen's smile betrays that feigned disdain in her voice; a younger Aulea spent Valentine's hiding from her suitors (and even from Regis, for a time) though she can't help but grow softer with the years, having not only warmed up to the ideas of receiving such affections but even having grown prone to showing them, herself.
Arms draping around the shoulders of her husband from behind, the kiss upon his cheek does its job, helping to distract from that slight tug at his cape — and now adorning the king's raiment is an intricate brooch, handcrafted with an almost painstaking attention to detail and intricacy; hammered silver and gold, and carefully fashioned into the likeness of the Reaper, symbol of Lucis — she has had many a year to perfect its design, and perfect it she has. Her eyes shine with such childlike pride as she circles around to his front, ruby lips parting in a smile, and dark gloved fingertips carefully polishing its surface.
“I can only hope that you like it,” Aulea murmurs, and slender fingers rise and sweep through her husband’s graying locks. “Gods know... that it took quite a long time. It was intended for your fortieth... I know I’m late.” The queen contemplated getting him flowers as well; a bouquet of white magnolias and black tulips rests on the floor, at the hem of her skirts.
“I don’t wish to disturb you for too long; I know that you are busy, Regis. But I did, at the very least, wish to see my husband.”
So many Caelums…
And now you know how we feel when we’re graced with your presence.
Ardyn Dark’ness Dementia Raven Way
Aulea: *issues an official summons for a casual Caelum family get-together*
Ardyn: Well, if it isn’t my great-great-great-great-great—
Aulea: *rescinds official summons for a casual Caelum family get-together*
—= [ @insomniis ] =—
“There is my little boy.”
The queen does not turn to face him — the most she moves, is able to move at the moment it seems, is craning her neck to watch his approach from over her shoulder, setting aside the cup of tea she holds cradled in her hands.
Aulea wasn’t subtle in her hinting towards Regis, that morning. Long has it been since she’s seen her son and though she understands just how busy his schedule is on any given day (he’s a full-time student, naturally, with a job to supplement for his rent of course) time for her is... longer. The days last, the seconds pass her by almost painfully slowly. When the pain grows so unbearable as it often does lately... it is hard, finding the means to occupy herself.
She pats the chair beside her, before her hands lift and extend to the prince; how she wishes she could hold him and never let go, forbid him from growing up and leaving his poor mother all by her lonesome.
“Your father told me you had to take off time at work to come visit. I’m sorry, dear.”
The Caelum family, every year, gathering for a holiday dinner banquet — a family tradition that has stood for hundreds of years and is naught but a night of heavy drinking, snarking, and at least one all-out physical fight. Magic everywhere, thinly-veiled contempt, and insults are commonplace, and outsiders are not allowed merely because they will not survive.
No but I like... the idea of Aulea having been poor. Either lower class or coming from a family with literally nothing. The idea of her and Regis having met and bonded in spite of being on the literal opposite ends of the social spectrum really appeals to me — he would likely be the first figure of royalty she would ever come to respect and heed, though that doesn’t suggest by any means that she wouldn’t be real and straight with him. I’m drawn a lot to exploring the dynamics between vastly different characters and how they can come to affect one another over the years, be it their morals, personality, or outlook, even how they perceive themselves.
“I mean is the grounding ability an age or authority thing? Because I think being the whole ‘Chosen King’ and all….I outrank everyone.”
T H E Q U E E N
Yennefer of Vengerberg
insomniis replied to your post: “Mom im marrying all my boyfriends bye”:
mom pls dont fight them theyre good eggs
Then let us make sure they will not merely crack under the pressure
Mom im marrying all my boyfriends bye
“Then I am fighting them.”
insomniis replied to your post: “kingslight replied to your post: “ Looks like Regis isn’t top dad...”:
moms better.......
Ah, my darling boy.