THE PRINCE @lucemtenebras - Tumblr Blog

----He had been asleep for almost two days. It was almost as if he were dead. But in the words of Syrio Forel, what is one thing we say to death? Not today! He had reserved his right to party, and he wasn't going to shine down from it. No, it was just getting started. Regardless of his fashionably late entrance, the music pumped loud, and the lights shone down on him.

But then he realized he was the only one in the dance hall. What kind of fashionably late entrance is that? He left the dance room and looked around for people, realizing they were all looking at the stars. ".... Wow, I missed a lot, didn't I?"

#final fest i #open #lol hi guys

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Never Lose Your Flames \\ blackmage-lulu

lacedaether

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That poker face of hers had gotten her through many a less than savoury situation, but more than that, she had spent time perfecting it as a way to keep others at bay. If you looked unapproachable, seemed unfriendly or just plain disinterested in engaging with others, then they had a habit of leaving you alone. Not everyone did, of course, but the vast majority kept their distance.

It also gave her the advantage of Noctis not being able to read her, not knowing what she was thinking and feeling, which gave her an edge. But he was right, she did know about it and she wanted to hear him tell her for himself, rather than having to put words in his mouth.

He could use magic, but wasn’t adept? It wasn’t the first time she had heard this, but to hear that royalty hadn’t been properly trained seemed a little baffling to her. As his eyes slipped into a crimson hue, she leaned forward, her hand raising palm up.

"Looks can be deceiving." She began, her slender fingers flexing slightly. "But I understand what you are driving at." Flames formed and licked at her skin forming the shape of a moogle. "But my magic cannot heal, it can only destroy. I was born into this bloodline and it will end with me." Her fingers curled, diminsihing the flames as she sat back. "But that doesn’t explain your eyes."

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----Ah yes.. the eyes. As he watched the flame grow higher, and his interest increase just as much, his eyes flashed from brilliant blue to striking scarlet. Of course, he kept the crimson, as she pointed out his changing orbs. "Looks can be deceiving.. but I wasn't exactly wrong," he had to make a point of- and he turned his head. Noctis took in a small, chaste breath- trying not to sound depressing when he would explain his eyes. "Ever since I was a kid, I've had this... gift." A gift, or a curse, he could never really explain. "I have two personalities. Whenever I.. feel threatened, or I'm in a battle, another side takes over, and I'm relentless. I can murder in a heartbeat without a single strain of thought, but when my eyes are normal.. I'm me. It's strange, but that's not all." Noctis turned his head and looked back at the ravenette before him. "It may have to do with my eyes, but... I can foresee people's deaths. I can see when you're going to die, how you're going to die, and why you died."

#alrighty! i'll do just that /o/#blackmagelulu

sedexitium

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”My, my —” She seems more than a shine too happy, based on his news. “It’s a shame princes can’t have dream guards, is it not?” But, she’s been too caught up in her excitement at the hex actually hitting its mark to have come up with a tale as to why she’s found herself in his throne room. Perhaps the one saving grace she does have in this scenario is that she’s become frighteningly accustomed to speaking to princes as of late, a fact which she’d never before thought she’d been able to admit to. Still, the answer she gives is paper-thin, at best. ”Prince Chrom of Ylisse has asked me to come in his stead to … broker relations with you.” One look at Tharja, and this man would surely think Ylisse to be a place of darkness and deception — much like her homeland, if Tharja is being honest. That, and she hardly seems the type to be a proper ambassador. ”He sincerely hopes that you will be amenable to allowing our troops to pass through without much trouble.”

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----Prince Chrom of Ylisse? Why was he trying to contact Noctis? He ponders for seconds, perhaps minutes, and he's not quite sure why this woman is really there. The smile on her face practically says it all. She was second-handedly responsible for that nightmare, and why he awoke on his throne. He understands. It flashes to him like a labyrinth of memories, flooding his mind and tainting his vision. When he looks back at the woman, he's almost seeing red. But he calms himself and takes a deep breath. He needs to cool it down, or else he'll be pushing this beauty away. "If I could believe that for more than two seconds, I would actually contact this.. 'Chrom' person. But you have different goals here. What are they?"

#sedexitium

anamnxsis-blog

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"N-no!" She took a step back and shook her head. If someone still hadn’t heard about her by now, then there was the biggest surprise of the year. Word got around fast in Palumpolum. "I’ve never seen you before."

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----If anyone walking by saw this, they'd think he was a pedophile. The Prince rubbed his forearm, and looked to the side, clearing his throat. "U-Um.. my apologies.. My name is Noctis, milady," he addressed, trying to make it better by seeming friendly. "What's yours?"

#nyctophilicangel

reverse-gaia replied to your post:Whaaaaat? Zach made a reply to an ask?

You still on for tonight, dude? o:

I don't know about tonight, cause work... but I can definitely be here tomorrow and the day after that.

#reversegaia #reverse-gaia #ooc

insaniredaemonium said:Everything Alright Zach?

Yeah, everything's alright. I've just been caught up with work, schoolwork, shoveling, and I'm kind of losing my muse here as well. I've been on

this blog,

--but not really too much. I've been keeping my RP low, because I'm mainly focusing on school and my job.

#insaniredaemonium #ooc

Whaaaaat? Zach made a reply to an ask?

I'm going to try to pump out the replies I owe right now, so--

We'll see how that goes. But that'll probably be my stuff for the day, guys.

You'll have to bear with me.

#ooc

In her hand was a red bag containing the cookies she had promised to bake for her valentine this year as a gift. “Happy Valentine’s day.” She led the bag out with a bright smile. “No oatmeal. I promise.” (You can chose what kind they are B3)

----"So that's what this was for..." he muttered to himself, and smiled slightly at the pinkette before him."Thank you, Serah. Happy Valentine's Day to you as well," Noctis took the red bag and looked through them. "Serah, you liar!" he pulled out an oatmeal cookie.