&` VOID HEART.

closed ravus nox fleuret.

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soulsteries:

Quite whimsical? Nah, that’s how he is. Well… that’s how he’s always been. Can’t always be someone who would take things negative, since that’s no good for him or for anyone. 

“Do I have to? I mean I never really question it.” His grin never leaving his face and hands leisurely resting behind his head. “Weeelll… not that I don’t question it. It’s more like I never once thought about it.”

Actually, when did he ever question these kind of things? Or anything, really.

❛   you seem the type to question little.   ❜   ravus’ words have a tone of both insulting   &.   slight bemusement.   while the knight could never consider being so blithe,   he admires the trait that allows the other to roam so freely.   it’s almost enviable.   almost.

❛   then why,   pray tell,   are you resting within a cemetary   ?   surely there are better places to relax.   ❜

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dowasure:

@knightfell

“Alchemy…?” Peering at the shop window for this ‘apothecary’, 9S can’t help thinking he doubts any of the ingredients he sees there could combine to make anything remotely fantastical. Perhaps it was a fancier word for what humans called medicine, under the guise of magic…? From what he understands, a lot of off-worlders visited the school across the road, despite the magic here being suspiciously out of their reach.

Noticing someone nearby (perhaps even someone a little imposing), he shrugs, casual. “What – you don’t believe in this stuff, right? Mushing up animal parts isn’t going to create magic.” Perhaps he sounded a little offhand, but… well, encouraging curiosity never hurt anyone. At least, as far as most people were concerned.

ravus is understanding of the other’s disbelief   ---   there are many civilians who find it difficult to understand the usage of magic   &.   its prowess.   yet he cannot deny his belief in powers;   his own sister once holds vastly powerful healing.   he supposes it’s the differences between their realms.

❛   perhaps not,   but there is magic where i hail from.   ❜   he replies,   knowing it’s partially magic that allows his magitek armor to work so seamlessly.   ❛   though alchemy has long since lost its popularity with emerging technologies.   ❜

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starshelles:

   [ ◇ ] - Prompto’s flipping through some recent shots he took with his camera when he hears heavy footsteps and a terrifyingly familiar voice. His heartbeat accelerates, almost right out of his chest, and by the time he musters up the courage to look over, he isn’t surprised to see Ravus. 

   [ ◇ ] - Ravus, who Prompto…. Astrals, how is he standing here, in front of Prompto, after all that? He’s learned to stop asking questions about this place, but a few escape his throat before he can stop them. 

         “Heeeeey buddy!” Prompto squeaks. Great job, Argentum. “How’ve you been? What a nice day, am I right?” 

   [ ◇ ] - Prompto notices the police uniform, and blanches. Ravus isn’t here to arrest him, right? 

        “I don’t know, dude. One minute I was in the keep with the crystal, and the next I was here,” Prompto explains. He’s been here for a few weeks and he still isn’t sure how this place works, frankly. “You’re not going to try to kill him again, are you? ‘Cause that would majorly blow. He’s here, though. Ardyn isn’t.” 

   [ ◇ ] -   I would kill him myself if he were, Prompto adds silently. He doesn’t know how Ravus feels about the man, and he really doesn’t want to do anything to antagonize him, either. 

he seems to squeak some friendly conversation,   perhaps in an attempt to deter ravus from his otherwise aggressive tone.   but it does little to soothe him;   in fact,   it agitates him more.  he cares little for pleasantries at the moment.   in fact,   he cares little for anything aside from receiving answers to his questions.   this,   of course,   includes prompto’s own comfort   &.   personal space.

a sharp intake is needed for him to calm his vexation,   just enough to refrain from snapping his neck with ironclad fangs   &.   magitek-covered claws.   when he refocuses his attention on prompto,   he is less chaotic,   more disciplined,   more of his perfected appearance.   his body stands as it does before when he commands the attention of an entire army   &.   not the emotionally vulnerable man he nearly becomes.   the only thing that betrays him is the furrow of his brow,   a semblance of agitation still apparent within his visage.

❛   tch.   i should have known better than to ask.   ❜   where are his other two companions:   scientia or amicitia   ?   certainly they would be more informed of the situation than him.   yet prompto distracts him from that plan,   a flicker of surprise quickly dissipating.   he pauses for a moment before his response comes cooler,   more controlled.   he is not friendly in any sense of the word,   but his temper is set aside to answer truthfully.   ❛   ---   no,   that is not my intention.   loath as i am to admit it   ...   noctis is the rightful king   &.   must save the world from ardyn’s destruction.   ❜

a hand comes to rest upon his chest,   as if the action would prove his genuine intentions   ---   his face certainly proves such,   that brief moment of pain that dares to flash across his visage.   he has not grown desperate,   yet he knows he seeks some means of a proper conclusion.   he needs to see ardyn punished.   not just for his own death,   but for lunafreya’s.   ❛   that is why i seek answers.   my sister had died for noctis’ cause   ---   eventually,   so had i.   i would not see the nox fleuret bloodline end to that villain with no consequences.   ❜   `tis bitterness that coats his voice,   venom that he would gladly spit upon ardyn,   had he been present.   ❛   my sister always had the utmost faith in noctis;   i prayed it would not be a futile effort.   ❜

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itemsynthesized:

@knightfell | starter

“i wonder if i’m allowed to collect this…” the tail accessory behind her wagged in indecision, as she cocked her head side to side, sea foam green gaze eyeing the patch of weeds at the corner of the street. while others would call these weeds, escha’s eyes were much sharper when it came to alchemy ingredients! let’s see, this was a wind flower, and it was typically something that she could acquire from nio back at the apple orchard. the tail drooped down at the nostalgia for her home. 

o - oh no! this was no time to be sad! she just needed to bide her time and maybe, when she found a way to go home, then she’ll have plenty of gifts to give to her friends! there wasn’t any time to waste, and as she picked her head up to scan for a helpful person, her tail whipped up in relief. 

“oh! hello there! do you know if we’re allowed to harvest things in this city? i wasn’t sure if there’s a rule or not.” she giggled, tilting her head with a conflicted smile. “i don’t wanna break any rules after just getting here.”

an enforcer of this realm’s laws holds little power   ---   far less than ravus is used to,   given his previous employment.   yet it isn’t entirely unwanted.   there’s a natural peace here that almost feels like law enforcement is unnecessary.   perhaps it’s simply that uneventful disposition that allows ravus to wander so freely   ---   right into the attention of a young girl standing before a patch of weeds.

❛   i’m unfamiliar with those rules in particular,   though i believe it would be acceptable.   ❜   being within a public garden,   it’s unlikely that anyone in particular has a right to this domain;   surely no one would miss the sight of the weeds in the otherwise bountiful land.   ❛   as long as you take in moderation   &.   provide some benefit in return.   though if i may inquire,   what are your plans with those   ?   ❜

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soulsteries:·

What another wonderful day this has been! Everything was always looking positive for him– even though the young man was surrounded by the dead, but nevermind that! Everything was going a-okay. He let out a cheerful hum, although off-key, but whatever that didn’t bother him or did anything, really. Listening to souls always had been his favorite past time even though talking to someone who’s alive and well is always a refreshing thing for him.

Speaking of! The pale young man turn over his attention at a voice, a seemingly older man with a curious look on his face. One where it would seem like he had a ton of questions written on his face. But what the other spoke of, sparked more curiosity.

“You sound like a worry wort.” The pale young man called out and hoped off from his seat– well if you could even call a gravestone a seat, but anyway he walked over to the stranger.

a worrywart   ?   forgive him   &.   his contemplative nature for wondering such a mystery   ---   though he suppose it’s unfitting for someone who wears such a careless grin amidst the dead.   especially one who would seat himself upon one’s burial area.   ultimately,   he feels less offended   &.   more curious about the cemetery-dweller.   for what purpose does he serve   ?

❛   ---   &.   you seem quite whimsical.   ❜   he retorts in a bland fashion,   arms folding neatly across his chest as he maintains his typically rigid posture.   ❛   do you not find it curious   ?   for what reason would this be necessary if this land is capable of revivals.   ❜

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runeries:

   Her vermilion eyes glance to the man, taking him in fully, curious but once she realized what he’s talking about, a small frown appeared on her lips. He laughed, so she kind of assumed he was amused but like who cares? Crude and callous? So what? It’s true, isn’t it? Huffing a bit, she crossed her arms, head tilting slightly. “It’s true, so it’s fine. People said stuff about me like that before.”

   Even though she knew that some people didn’t mind, she certainly didn’t. Well, she thought it was fine. It totally was. Nothing wrong with it. At the prompting, Kanina tapped her chin. “Yeah, I suppose. I was asking for his help, so I think it worked out well enough.” Some people might say it could have gone better but hey, that’s other people. “Why do you ask? Do you know him?”

❛   not everyone enjoys the truth.   ❜   if only the answer to cruel notions,   to scathing words is simply blissful ignorance.   yet for the knight,   it is nothing more than an excuse.   within ignorance lies a path where he can deflect his anger,   his frustrations,   his true emotions   ---   far from his road where they cannot affect him   &.   tear his insides asunder.   ❛   your experience does not account for others.   ❜

he pauses,   thoughtful in his contemplation as lips thin into a line.   truthfulness would hardly have a benefit   ---   in fairness,   he’d much prefer to distance himself from that motley crew until they have the answers he desires.   ❛   he   &.   i have   ...   unfinished business.   i had hope to gain information regarding a solution   ---   unfortunately,   he seems oblivious.   ❜

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starheeled: 

She cannot quite help but sigh. This man seems like a magnet for injury. “One day,” Luminiţa murmurs, settling on the nurse’s stool, “You are going to get hurt worse than we can fix. Then what will you do?” It’s less a rebuke than an acknowledgement of worry. She is sometimes like a bleeding heart with legs. 

There is a pain on his face she can’t begin to know the cause of, but which leaves a burr of dissatisfaction in her throat. “What happened this time?” Not for the first time, she catches herself before adding an honorific. There’s something lordly about him, but of course, it may only be his bearing.

the smile that appears is wry,   more grimace than grin,   more shadowed than illuminated by elation.   he does not answer immediately;   he knows she has genuine concern.   but when lips finally part,   he bites back the spiteful chuckle.   ❛   wake in another world   ---   would be my guess.   ❜   `tis nothing but a simple statement,   but it bears a burden on an already-heavy heart:   reminiscent of blades bathed in blood   ---   his blood;   of gasping for air that never reaches his lungs;   of a numbing darkness that no longer holds power over him.   dead men need no fear of death,   after all.

❛   daemons.   ❜   or rather,   zombies or undead as everyone else seems to prefer.   ❛   i allowed myself to be swarmed;   that was my mistake.   though i had dealt with them,   one managed to land a hit.   ❜   

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sorry i’ve been so absent   !   school   &.   other priorities have me a bit busy,   but i should return by next week.   thanks for your patience   !

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Wind up on your own floor / Choking on blood

Death of Silence, or Jean-Louis Trintignant (2013), Angela Dufresne / Sept. 15, 1983, The Mountain Goats

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flostragoedia:

Being referred to as ‘boy’ immediately puts Kaneki in a bad mood, not to mention the harsh tone setting him on edge. He looks at the man approaching him out of the side of his eye, deliberately taking a slow sip of his coffee before responding to him.

“Short, black hair, male…” he repeats, considering. He can tell the other is displeased, given he is putting forth absolutely no effort to hide it, and he suspects taking his time will only frustrate the other more. “I’ve seen a few people fitting that description, I’m afraid, none of whom were obviously playing hooky. I can’t be sure which one might have been your partner.”

the slow response should make him angry.   does,   actually.   but given how he’s practically spewing extreme flames,   anger concentrated to the furrow of his brow   &.   the urge to reprimand,   there isn’t exactly much higher he can go without hitting some sort of threshold.   if he is any angrier,   it hardly shows.   he simply released a sigh of frustration,   sharp as a blade to cut opposition in his path.

❛   i have doubts he would’ve looked suspicious   ---   he’s done this before.   ❜   he doesn’t know that for sure,   but given the circumstances,   he can assume such without much fear of being wrong.   ❛   allow me to ask another question,   then:   where would one go to enjoy themselves   ?   ❜

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beaufortseven:

And here she thought he’d stay dead. Even if they served together in the same military, his motives were always unclear to her; she never did like that. But to say she despised him was a bit extreme, he was simply tolerated.

“Ravus.” She crosses her arms in turn, but kept a firm smirk plastered to her face. “As I recall, I’m not the one who lost an arm to a magic ring. So you can see why I think you’re full of shit.” Afterlife. As if. There was still too much work to be done to let death stop her.

“Well either you’ve come back to life or I’ve died. Both outcomes don’t really work for me.”

he barks a laugh,   registering some emotion that reminds him he is beyond just a husk,   an empty body.   he had   ---   has a purpose beyond this world.   `tis a shame that it must be aranea,   woman of fiery breath   /   hide akin to dragon scales   /   more enemy than ally,   to remind him of humanity.   irony,   one might even say.

❛   less shit   &.   more of daemonic energy   ---   though it's practically synonymous.   ❜   the curse comes unintentionally,   but ravus cannot stop the bitterness that poisons his words.   at this point,   he cares less of formalities   &.   feels more grateful that he can feel at all.   ❛   highly unfortunate.   it seems those are the only two options.   i’ll leave it to you to make a decision on which you prefer.   ❜

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(( Round 2 since 3 of the 4 questions I gave you were already answered: 47 / 48 / 49 ))

inside ravus’ head

47: How do they express love?

it’s kind of hard to really say how ravus expresses love because   …   it’s been a while since he had the option of experiencing it   ?   like,   he has no time for romantic flings or pursuing relationships.   it’s always been about survival and trying to preserve his sister’s life.

from childhood experiences,   he probably sees love in treating someone kindly,   taking care of someone,   things he could gleam from actions of his mother   &.   sister during times of peace.   but that’s familial love.   even afterward,   his view of sibling love is still trying to protect lunafreya,   even if it means anger at how actions,   even if it means not understanding why she must succumb to her fate,   even if it means knowing that she’ll eventually die if she pursues this path   —   even if it’s for the prince of the kingdom that turned their back against tenebrae during their time of need.   he shows his support through calling noctis as his king,   through soft   &.   comforting touches for his sister in times of need   —   from one hand of warmth   &.   the other of cold steel,   through making sure no one in niflheim would even think about touching lunafreya   &.   becoming a damn commander to ensure that.   his love is   …   really just support,   even if he can’t fully agree with it.   i think that speaks volumes for someone who is otherwise extremely opinionated   &.   adheres to his own rules.

romantically   ?   no clue.   LOL.   i can’t personally see ravus to be the type to be the head-over-heels schoolgirl   —   he’s a grown man who cannot be acting that foolish.   i suppose it’d be something of a more formal approach:   requesting their company   &.   going through the steps of proper courting.   dates when they’re time,   respecting space,   both offering something to the relationship.   something formal   &.   idealized like that.   he was a prince,   after all;   he probably had some lessons of courting royalty.   probably doesn’t touch often though.   not just keeping his hands to himself,   but more in the sense of not wanting to touch others.   (   physically,   because he has the magitek arm   &.   it’s a little jarring.   symbolically,   to distance himself from developing relationships   &.   avoid any sort of emotional contact.   )

but i think in general,   ravus doesn’t   …   really know what love is,   at least in that general romantic sense   ?   he can care   —   he has shown such.   but it’s almost exclusively for lunafreya so far.   this is a man hardened from war,   from fate,   from destruction.   love has no place  for him during these dire times;   there’s more pressing issues at hand.   only his arm is made of metal,   but he’s essentially tin man from wizard of oz:   no heart.

(   hey,   notice how my title for my blog is void heart   ?   yeah.   )

48: If this person were to get into a fist fight, what is their fighting style like?

i really can’t imagine ravus doesn’t like to fist fight.   not that he can’t   —   CQC is probably extremely useful on occasion.   but i think he prefers a sword because he has more finesse in it.   more clean,   more distance and not as threatening but still allows him to remain nimble enough to maneuver.   regardless,   i like to think ravus has a very precise means of fighting.   he keeps close,   remaining defensive until he knows he can take advantage of someone’s position.   it’s not necessarily about getting sneaky blows   —   but it’s to limit the amount of unnecessary swings he has to do.   if it’s like a bar fight though   …   self-indulgent headcanon that ravus rolls up his sleeves whilst he’s like,   you really don’t wanna do this before he straight-up punches someone with his magitek arm.   catch me on that shit im like swoons.

i adore the thought of ravus straight-up knocking someone out with his magitek arm.   like in that super dramatic scene where someone’s spewing some good ol’ bs   &.   ravus calls out to them   &.   just punches them.   that’s honestly so funny to me.

49: Is this person afraid of dying? Why or why not?

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i don’t think it’s necessarily death,   he fears.   i think it’s dying without having accomplished what he set out to do:   protect lunafreya.   as a war-hardened commander,   he’s seen his fair share of battles   &.   most likely came close to death on occasion.   heck,   he even saw his mother killed in front of his own eyes at sixteen.   that’s horrifying.   but in his later years,   he probably just numbed himself in regards to death and war   —   i think that’s the only way he knew how to properly deal with it,   given his occupation in the military.   it wasn’t immediate,   but he had plenty of time to harden himself to it.

but ravus dying before lunafreya could accomplish her goal   …   that’s what he can’t accept about dying.   despite his actions,   he has always cared about lunafreya.   it has always been for her own benefit.   once she was killed   …   well,   i think regret replaced the fear.   &.   when he tried to help noctis because lunafreya was so dedicated to him   ?   he was stabbed.   but once again,   less fear   &.   more regret.   more of,   wanting it to end,   especially when he’s turned into a daemon.   just end his suffering of having to live a life where everything he loved,   everyone he cherished,   was so brutally ripped from him.

now though   ?   he doesn’t fear.   a dead man has no fear of death.   

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7 / 14 / 21 / 28

inside ravus’ head

7: Favorite way to waste time and feelings surrounding wasting time

answered.

14: Physical abnormalities? (Both visible and not, including injuries/disabilities, long-term illnesses, food-intolerances, etc.)

answered.

21: Turn-ons? Turn-offs?

answered.

28: Who do they see as their best friend? Their worst enemy?

smooshes his poor cheeks because ravus has no best friends.   i don’t think ravus even has anyone to consider as a friend,   period.   known as a traitor to tenebrae’s civilians,   known as   (   probably   )   a suck-up   /   kiss-ass   /   whatever to those of niflheim   —   i don’t think he had much reason to really create that sort of relationship with anyone.   if he had,   it probably doesn’t end well   /   he distanced himself to avoid the pain that surely would’ve come eventually.   it’s pitiable,   but maybe loneliness is his best friend.

their worst enemy,   though   ?   easy.   ardyn.   hard to consider anyone else their worst enemy when the gosh dang magic man killed him 8/

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2 / 11 / 12 / 25?

inside ravus’ head

2: Do they have any daily rituals?

i think rather than daily rituals,   ravus just has a strict schedule of what he plans to do during his day-to-day life.   it’s a mix of his work,   accounting for breaks,   time to commute his new living area,   &.   whatever else he needs to bring up.   when there are deviations,   he adjusts accordingly,   keeping something like a planner in his mind.   he’s used to long hours of work   &.   not quite consistency to have those sorts of daily rituals   ---   so i think it’s more accurate to say that he just keeps to a plan,   to the best of his ability.

the only thing that could maybe be considered as a daily ritual,   &.   this is more of a personal headcanon than anything else,   is just drinking tea.   the flavor and reason for doing such can differ every day.   but the act itself is a constant within ravus’ life.

11: Intellectual pursuits?

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12: Favorite book genre?

answered.

25: How do they see themselves 5 years from today?

this is   ...   an interesting question.   i don’t necessarily know if ravus has a particular long-term goal.   not that he isn’t the type to meticulously plan out a 42-step life plan if he couldn’t,   but i think its difficult to imagine a future when you aren’t even fully aware of the present.   he doesn’t know what happened in his world,   what he could consider as his real world.   his goal then would’ve been see lunafreya fulfill her duties until the end,   return king regis’ sword to noctis,   &.   go from there after noctis deals with ardyn   &.   the world’s demise.

(   instead,   ardyn killed both fleuret siblings so   ...   y’know.   salt.jpg   )

so i’m not entirely sure what ravus’ plans are.   he could go along,   pretending to be a police officer for septaneus   &.   say he enforces justice here.   but he knows that doesn’t absolve him of his actions,   the sins committed in his own pursuit for a very selfish   &.   self-centered sense of justice.   i think for the time being,   until he grows close enough to someone to actually have the sort of conversation where he can speak about his intentions for the future,   he’s going through the motions of living here whilst trying to gather information about his own world.   he doesn’t know how permanent things are.   having lived in a world of temporaries,   constant changes,   a lack of stability   ---   especially having dealt with all that ravus has   ...   i don’t know if that’s an environment in which someone could look towards the future.

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1, 7, 14, 21

inside ravus’ head

1: What does their bedroom look like?

very clean,   very pristine.   everything is folded neatly into designated areas,   and everything is kept in a very orderly fashion.   but despite how neat it appears,   it probably also feels very   …   empty.   there probably aren’t that many traces of him inside.   no paintings,   no photos,   no decorations.   maybe he has one plant.   all the furniture shares a practical function   &.   there’s little left for sentimentality.   i think ravus would’ve gotten into the habit of not keeping mementos or things of that nature because of how often he has shared rooms with others.   he doesn’t want anyone infringing upon his privacy.   even letters are not often kept,   especially if it’s of a sensitive nature that he would not want someone to find.

7: Favorite way to waste time and feelings surrounding wasting time

i don’t think there’s a favorite way to waste time for ravus.   i don’t think ravus enjoys wasting time.   he seems like a very purposeful person   —   everything he does,   there’s some sort of intent behind him and his actions.   he probably has a schedule and keeps to it strictly,   preferring if his entire day is occupied so he isn’t allowed to wander with his thoughts.   if there is a strange section of unplanned time,   he probably feels rather antsy with it.

but if it’s about relaxation,   i like to think he enjoys a nice   &.   quiet tea session.   on more difficult occasion,   alcohol is sufficient   —   but nothing too hard or in large quantities.

14: Physical abnormalities? (Both visible and not, including injuries/disabilities, long-term illnesses, food-intolerances, etc.)

gestures to his robot arm.   aside from that,   he has heterochromia.   his right eye is blue   &.   the left eye is purple.   (   his eyes were originally grey in kingsglaive,   too   !   )

that’s   …   about it.   i don’t think ravus is a picky eater.   he has food he dislikes,   but he’ll eat it nevertheless.   no long-term illness either   (   unless   …   you count death,   i guess.   LOL.   )   he has no injuries or disabilities otherwise,   so i’m not sure what else could be mentioned.

21: Turn-ons? Turn-offs?

in general,   i’ll be talking about turn-offs from a friendship or general interest in a person.   i think someone who complains often,   &.   does little to fix their situation,   is someone ravus would not be happy with.   also people who take blessings in their lives for granted.   that probably makes ravus a little bitter   —   even as an adult,   he’s not above being petty because others can’t appreciate the good that they may have in their lives.

that isn’t to say that ravus enjoys misery’s company   —   but i think he appreciates people who are steadfast in what they want to do.   someone who understands the hardships but presses forward anyways.   it also probably helps if you don’t purposely try to annoy him or press him for private matters.   also,   points if you enjoy witty humor   &.   good tea.

aside from that,   ¯\_(´・ω・｀)_/¯  if you’re referring to things of a more explicit nature,   i have no intentions of writing nsfw so i’d rather not think about it.   LOL.

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11, 12, 20

inside ravus’ head

11: Intellectual pursuits?

hm   …   probably studying various military tactics in order to properly lead an army.   he had some experience as a teenager,   but i don’t think he had much interest in it.   (   it’s mentioned that as a child,   he was super kind   &.   welcoming,   living in peace with his mother   &.   lunafreya.   i don’t think war   &.   learning of such interested him,   as such.   )   so it’s something he picked up in his later teen years   &.   kept up with as the years went on.   he pursued information on weaponry   &.   magitek,   but i think he knows only enough to know of its strengths   /   weaknesses in order to lead it to battle.   it isn’t enough to necessarily invent or fix something.   the exception is his arm,   but even then,   he would’ve visited an actual practitioner of magitek rather than fix his arm himself.

12: Favorite book genre?

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20: Childhood illnesses? Any interesting stories behind them?

an interesting question,   but one i unfortunately can’t really answer.   we aren’t shown what ravus,   or lunafreya’s,   childhood is like   —   &.   i’m not looking to give ravus any diseases in his childhood.   LOL.   he doesn’t seem to have anything to indicate a childhood illness,   so he was probably a healthy child.

although i think it would be cute if ravus holds some precious memories of catching a cold   &.   his mother   /   lunafreya took care of him.   or vice-versa.   though that’s more of fun family memories,   rather than interesting stories.

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4, 12, 17 for the headcanon meme!

inside ravus’ head

4: What would they do if they needed to make dinner but the kitchen was busy?

the same as he’d do even if the kitchen wasn’t:   order out.   i don’t see ravus as the type who had the time to cook often.   having been a tenebrae prince within the army of niflheim,   i think he had to spend more time practicing,   training,   dedicating himself to fight just as strong with twice the effort.   his meals most likely would’ve consisted of whatever meal he was served by niflheim military.   though he doesn’t have to worry about upholding his standing and recognition in septaneus,   old habits are hard to change.   he just orders out and spends the rest of his time doing his job.   on occasion,   he relaxes   —   but cooking definitely isn’t a hobby he picks up.   though he knows how to balance his diet in order to having an optimal intake of nutrition.

12: Favorite book genre?

for some reason,   i imagine him to be a historical type.   his focus tends to be more on martial tactics:   methods of attack,   evolution of weaponry,   things of that nature.   something he can use to implement in his own training,   maybe   …   but on that same note,   i also think it’d be hilarious if he was the type to read fantasy novels based on historical events   &.   be the snobby type who’s like,   no that isn’t accurate or that didn’t actually happen.   but he might appreciate a good fantasy now   &.   again,   though.

17: Preferred mode of dress and rituals surrounding dress

design-wise,   it’s very formal.   always a coat,   always long pants,   always closed-toed shoes that are both stylish and comfortable to run in.   it’s rare to see him in what one could consider casual clothes.   that’s for the privacy of his home   /  room.   he always takes extra measures to ensure that his attire remains clean since he generally wears white.   (   which i believe is a common color among niflheim soldiers,   but it’s also the primary color of dress for those of tenebrae   ---   so i think wearing white serves a dual purpose.   i’m not sure though,   LOL.   )

rituals   ...   probably ensures his clothes are always crisp and free of wrinkles,   so he tends to iron them   &.   lay out his clothes so it won’t bend overnight.   also probably has separate work attire,   relaxing attire,   and sleep attire.   he prefers clean clothes   &.   keeps a strict schedule of when to wash them.   probably always checks a mirror after he changes to ensure he looks formal.   i’m not sure what else counts as rituals;   i personally don’t have many that i’m consciously aware of.   LOL.