lunar.

ind. sel. lunafreya scripted by dia.

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drop this a like/reblog if you are interested in rping with a Regis Lucis Caelum CXIII blog from Final Fantasy XV. Totally open to crossovers / aus & ocs. written by Harley, dad friend, loves old muses.

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forgesight:

     A PROMISE OF RAIN IS ON THE AIR  — -  sharp and acrid . crackling with pressure of unspoken lightning .   early as the morning may be ,  the sky is illuminated .  bright enough that the shadows that hang along the clouds strike ominous and dark .  from where he stands he believes them to be a figurehead of what to come ;  foreboding , past and present ,  for what they had just been through .   no car ,  no way home ,  and what was this ?  

                                ❛             your ladyship ?   ❜

             THE ORACLE :  was not supposed to be alone .  not up here ,  not like  this .  she catches his attention quick  — -  injured .  run ragged ,  and he worries .  thoughts flit and fleet and oh how he   r u s h e s   to her side . hands gentle and quick to guide her upright with support .  an apology slips quietly beneath his breath .  she is bruised and in dire need of help .  he has nothing to offer ,  aside from the arm round her shoulders .  the flickering gaze assessing and forming plans for once they are not here .  his own fault . 

                               ❛ you’re  alone ?  where is gentiana ?  ❜  

      his address of her is quiet, but it is enough incentive for her gaze to refocus. flesh aches as her form is touched by another’s, the strain of the ritual clear within her physicality. she knows not who the figure is that she rests against until the staunch accent is heard -- scienticia. one of noctis’ closest friends; someone trustworthy. a sigh is released, though be it of relief or discomfort even she is unsure. head rests against his torso, muscles lacking in strength needed to hold its own weight. 

                          gentiana... ?

   ‘ she is... not here. ‘ voice hardly above a whisper as truth is spoken aloud. lunafreya knows not where her messenger may be; all for the worse. gentiana had been there moments before, but simply disappeared -- the oracle had no clear excuse for her absence. 

                     ‘ ignis... ‘ 

[lunarshielded]

       back rests against cold stone, the entrance to the series of tunnels that led to Ramuh’s mark; the very mark from hence she fled. entering the cave had been easy -- the combined amount of energy taken from the ritual and her escape, she realised, was more than the Oracle possessed. weakened and wounded, breaths are short, ragged as she attempts to regain strength. Gentiana was nowhere to be found, leaving little and less chance for recovery on her lonesome. it seemed hopeless.  

         ‘ this cannot... end like this. ‘ // @forgesight

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grewsiilver:

@lunarshielded liked for a starter 

       ‘ i never got a chance to thank you. ‘ &. he’s finally met lady luna &. she’s everything he thought she’d be. ‘ it’s thanks to you i got the best friends i’ve ever had. thank you, so so much. ‘

      ‘ prompto -- ‘ she smiles at him, blessed to be in the presence of this entity of joy. ‘ truly, you owe me no thanks. it is you i must thank ; it is you who keeps him safe and in good company. ‘ a hand is placed over her heart -- she is sincere. he has kept her husband-to-be from harm and does it gladly.

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            ‘ what i... think of it? ‘

  query is repeated back, laced with confusion; it was not her thoughts that mattered. in truth, she believed it both a necessity and a joy, though the oracle knew it would not end so easily. both gaze and head tilt as she considers an answer -- it must be carefully delivered. her personal feelings meant not. 

       ‘ i believe it necessary to dissolve the tension between both nations. ‘ // @induperatcr

[lunarshielded]

finger guns @ luna

                  ha ppy lun a!!!!!! prompto!!!!!! hello!!!!!!

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                                     may God have mercy upon my enemies, because I won’t.

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I ask not for a lighter burden, but for broader shoulders

As Atlas said to Zeus when he made him hold the world on his shoulders as a punishment (via callfromistanbul)

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I was gonna make a serious graphic and then I saw I had this gif saved for an edit and all thoughts of seriousness went out the window I am sorry I am nothing but a meme.

I’ve had Regis maybe three days? If that? And I’ve already reached over 100 followers and this is honestly by far the nicest community I’ve ever been a part of I’ve been welcomed in with open arms and I already feel at home here so I just wanted to do something small to thank you all.

Firstly two special shout outs

@xstrange my babe who has put up with me screaming about Regis for weeks on end sending her hundreds of pictures and gifs and listening to me sob about him constantly. ilu lots bb

@dacteg if it wasn’t for chatting to Ica the other day I would never of made my blog because he just gave me that little nudge in the right direction even with me talking myself into it. So thank you very much Ica honestly I’m forever grateful.

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In the eyes of the Oracle, long forsaken by those of her own blood, there existed no soul more worthy of the role of father — through many years, she can hardly deny her wishing for a figure like him. It feels odd on her tongue, though it is true to her heart. She does not wish harm upon her family; no, Lunafreya wishes them the best, but spite still hides in some deep part of her being. The king of Lucis, however… Through pictures in the newspapers over the years she has watched him grow old; she aged too, whether she wished to or not.

          They both did.

   ‘ It was necessary. ‘ to survive. She bows her head, blinking away dewdrops of longing from her lashes. Her heart warms at his compliment, yet it is tinged with a sadness; neither of us asked for this.

When calm has been recollected and breath is steady, the princess moves forward with reassured confidence. In his presence she is safe, at home; nothing can happen here. The chancellor could not reach her here, nor could her brother.

              ‘ Yet, I am honoured you think so, King Regis. ‘   // @kingslight

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brokeniisms:

@lunarshielded ♥’d for a starter

GEOSTIGMA was no joke and with every passing day it was eating Cloud alive. There were no cure but still Cloud went to find answers. There just had to be a way to escape this madness. In the midst of his researching, something caught his eye. A woman by the name of Lady Lunafreya. An Oracle, know as the healer of the people. Maybe seeking her out would help guide him in the right direction.

In her world as of now, darkness was occurring as well and people often seek her to get aid. Timing was perfect and she was held in a common city, people gathering in line to seek her healing. What felt like forever, finally came to his turn. He was last in line, but now there was no reason to rush so he hoped that this would all goes as planned.

Cloud approached her slowly, giving a small bow. “ Lunafreya, right? I hope it isn’t too much trouble to ask for your help.. “

      the job of healer was no easy task; long days and even longer nights, exhaustion was her most common enemy. she refused to voice her complaints, however, choking them down with the comfort that the oracle was saving lives and healing souls. though it was her fate, destiny -- it was no chore. no matter the risk, no matter the consequences, lunafreya had a vow to uphold. 

    on this particular day, all was as it had been. she was weary, yet refused to let the weight in her bones slow her advance. after sending a now-much-happier child on his way, lunafreya stands to her full height and wipes her brow. looking out, she realises she has one final patient. unlike many others, however, his ailment is not immediately recognisable; perhaps a good sign. 

     she nods at his approach. ‘ it is no trouble. please, sit. ‘ the oracle places a hand upon his arm, guiding him to the bench where countless others had sat that day. 

                  ‘ what is it that ails you so? ‘

[lunarshielded]

   i’m gonna finish those asks tomorrow!!! night night everyone <3

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sciientic:

STARTER CALL. @lunarshielded.

There isn’t even a question as to why Noctis looks at her so adoringly ; truly an admirable representation of Oracles, she shines bright as the moon after which she is named. Not that he vocalises any of this ; though he also feels he does not need to.

“Noctis appreciates your support - as much as he might not mention it.”

     ‘ i take no offense; he is just as burdened as i. it is the least i can do. ‘

      she nods to the strategist. noctis’ safety and wellbeing meant far more to lunafreya than her own -- regardless of the obvious fact that it was her duty, she takes it more seriously than any other aspect of her destiny. he is her best friend, her betrothed; the king of the stone. he is everything.

     ‘ thank you for keeping him safe, ignis. from the bottom of my heart. ‘

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qorvian:

      Qrow doesn’t turn away from the balcony; instead keeping his upper body leaned forward with his palms placed atop the balcony’s rail. Tenebrae’s no longer habitable? That’s OLD news. About every adult worth their salt knows about the Niflheim blaze that completely razed the territory. Though, old news or not, it’s still plenty unfortunate that the Oracle had lost the place of her birth—as many have to those Niflheim bastards.

       A heavy sigh leaving the hunter, her introduction hardly falling on deaf ears; it’s just, to Qrow, pretty pointless. Then again, this is coming from someone who doesn’t care about formalities. They come from an almost entirely foreign world to him, a world far from his own. Still, since she extended her own name, it’s only proper that he does the same:

      “ …Qrow. ”

       A name for a name, that’s fair enough, right? Gaze adrift onto the Oracle by this point, he contemplates what next to bring up; well aware that the topic of her supposed death isn’t one for discussion. At least, that’s what her avoidance of his prior comment tells him.

      “ So, am I allowed to ask what business you have here, Lunafreya—? ”

                     ‘  it is not my duty to tell you what you can and cannot ask, qrow. ‘

 watchful gaze follows his movements, slow and purposeful in their nature. were she to actually answer his query -- were she able -- the oracle would mention her flight from the crown city and her search for titan; but alas, she cannot, and allows a sad smile upon her countenance. 

               ‘ though, i cannot guarantee you the information you seek should you do. ‘

    it has been far too long since the oracle has had a truly casual conversation; while the current dialogue between her and this qrow is more strained than necessary, it provides a sense of a life she has not had in a decade. freedom is not free, they said, and yet here lunafreya stands. 

                       it is new, though it will not last forever.

                           ‘ as you are most likely aware, my position is... difficult. i apologise. ‘

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Comfort Sentence Starters

Adjust pronouns as necessary.

“It’s going to be okay.” “You don’t need someone/something that toxic in your life.” “Trust me, I’ve been there.” “You can rise above this.” “I’m here for you.” “You deserve better.” “I can’t stand to see you this upset.” “Think of it this way: it could have been a lot worse.” “I’m just glad you’re okay.” “You can rise above this!” “Do you need a hug? You look like you need a hug.” “What can I do to make you feel better?” “It’s not the end of the world, remember that.” “You don’t need them.” “I will always be on your side.” “We don’t have to talk about it, but when you’re ready…I’m here.” “Do you need to vent?” “You did the right thing.” “You’re so much better off without them.” “Someone like you shouldn’t cry over someone like them.” “Smile for me, please?”

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rvcklesspugilist:

         “Oh right. Is it rewarding to you? Is there…danger, sometimes?” Snow scoffed inwardly. With             someone as powerful as Luna, she was more than capable of taking care of herself, so he             shouldn’t have to worry much about that.

           But it was a normal response for him, and he couldn’t ignore popping the question.

       ‘ it is not about me, snow. i regret that i cannot tell you more. ‘ she shakes her head; her wellbeing mattered not if her betrothed could not ascend to the throne in time. luna hasn’t given a second thought to the rewards of the oracle -- the safety of the world is reward enough, she supposes. 

     ‘ i do what i must to complete my duties, regardless of the circumstances. ‘