i came to make the sky a garden.

"i open my mouth and out comes marigolds." ind. rp blog for seliph of fe4

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❛ my heart kept beating, out of sync with yours. ❜

he laments the reality in which sins committed by men who are no longer capable of bearing them fall to a girl who had no part in them. he has long since matured from the sheltered youth in exile he once was. his world extends beyond the breadth of one small town and he stands a leader in his own right, but a true conqueror he will never be. 

there are private wars waged in julia’s heart that seliph knows cannot be subdued by the sword. inwardly it pains him to think he has failed her in any way— that even within an arm’s length of distance he may not be able to reach her or some outside force could spirit her away again in a moment’s notice.  

“ i’m sorry for neglecting you. ” it’s the most honest response he can muster, spoken in an immaculate calm. she is dear to him and her feelings should be prioritized above any guilt that nags at him. “ if there are any misunderstandings on my part, i urge you to correct me. i fear i may still be naive, but i will spare no efforts in trying to understand your heart because… you’re important to me. ” his hand curls in on itself to prevent him from unceremoniously reaching for her. julia, so brave and wise beyond her years, never demands the apologies she deserves. she never asks seliph to be more than he is: an ideal, a monarch, his father. the least he can offer in return is reciprocation for her continued support.

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❛ what do you think the stars wish for then? ❜

seliph savors the quiet moments in between battles when idle chatter falls easily like rain. it’s a welcome reminder that he’s as suited to company as he is a battlefield and there remain parts of him that even war cannot burn. 

“ the stars? ” he echoes, biding time to offer a thoughtful answer. 

long days in tirnanog are never far behind him. what oifey had taught them of the constellations is dutifully committed to memory, but more fondly, seliph recalls longer nights in which he and the other children swapped hopes for the future into the early hours until sleep took them. 

many a night he had prayed for the strength of his father, that of the gods, and a divine sword that was once lost to him, but over time he’s come to realize that all this is greater than one man. lewyn urges him to look past himself— at truths that are difficult to come by, warped by ambitions and grief.

“ i imagine the stars would wish peace on these lands, ” he decides, hands settling comfortably in his lap. her patient gaze is met with a smile when he finally notices deirdre has been watching him. “ although i’m certain even the stars grow weary of being wished on so oft. ”

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maidendusk:

     curiosity seizes her like a man possessed . a flickering gaze eyes him over before she approaches with her beloved tome tucked under her arm .  ❛  missiletainn ? but of course . it was gifted to me by my dear father , ODIN DARK , who hails from an imposing chosen - one bloodline . it’s my prized possession , my supreme secret weapon ~ !  ❜ she nearly dances on tippy-toes at this proclamation , giddy to be divulging what she deems to be a proud history . she extends it to him , grinning brilliantly . a talented storyteller with a knack for dramatic flair , ready to sweep him away with stories of GRANDIOSE … up until she hears the follow - up . with that , her smile falters ever so slightly , and ophelia finds herself scrunching her nose in confusion .

 ❛ the crusader hezul … ? ❜ a foreign name , a foreign history she has yet to learn about . brows knit ferociously as she presses missiletainn to her chest , mulling over the name as if her very life depends on it . ❛  …. hmmm.….  alas ,  the blood that flows through my veins remains a FORBIDDEN TALE .  ❜ her words ring with a twinge of disappointment , though she presses on . ❛ but this CRUSADER you speak of - what say the MIGHTY EPICS ? ❜

     though she claims a lineage of dusk, her golden hair shines as if kissed by the sun, but doubt’s shadow edges on him at the realization that it is a visible digression from house nordion’s honeyed amber and even her attire is a far cry from jugdrali nobility. he frowns momentarily. mystletainn is a divine sword blessed by the gods themselves yet she presents to him a tome free from any hint of irony or indication that her declaration is simply a theatrical charade. the disconnect between them grows when the name ‘odin dark’ proves alien to him as hezul appears to be to ophelia. 

“ i understand. if you cannot discuss it, i would never press you, ” he assures more solemn than intended. in their life time, cursed blood had condemned his mother and half-siblings to great suffering that he would not wish upon anyone. composure misplaced is quickly regained after exhaling a sigh. “ hezul is one of twelve crusaders that are held in high esteem throughout the land. they fought a losing battle against the loptyr empire’s oppression until gods intervened. the crusaders are said to have carried out blood rites and then been bestowed with holy weapons with which they shifted the tides of war. my father... was a descendant the crusader of baldr and i have inherited the divine tyrfing from him. ” seliph does not unsheath the blade— he’s not half the showman ophelia or even ares were, but his pride is no less fervent.

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“ i request but a minute of your time if you’ll kindly spare it, milady. ” he beckons, courteous nod of the head following a commander’s steps. in his own time, seliph walks with experience that belies his age. he courts impossible legacies of holy crusaders and footsteps of a father he can barely recall. accounts available to him are spun, woven again and again into a tragic tale of a noble, saintly man who was sacrificed to the emperor’s ambitions. askr should be a reprieve from the shadow of expectation, but his hands shake when they are not gripping a blade. he finally smiles, sheepish. “ i could not help overhearing you were in possession of the mystletainn. could you be possibly be... a descendant of the crusader hezul? ” // @maidendusk