clair de lune 🌙

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#𝐒𝐊𝐘𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐊𝐑.      independent & highly private lune of clair obscur: expedition 33. painted by rae, 28, she/they. not spoiler-free. crossover, au, oc friendly.

[skybreakr]

the boys locked in peak tonight and we finally got our freaking flower crowns after kels had to solo the jungle after being chased by the scoutmaster for 10 years and then me and kels survived the freaking fire monolith together with the power of friendship and rope.

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me watching gustave punch verso for lying on the tl and lune is like good job gustave get his ass ,

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EXPEDITION 33 CHARM PREORDERS

💫 SHOP + DETAILS

running from 07/05 - 07/19

💫 clear acrylic 2.5 inch double-sided charms

💫 available: sophie, verso, maelle, sciel, gustave, lune, monoco & esquie

💫 made to order + ships internationally

[skybreakr]

i got to help pick the flower for the lune charm kels is making and im still nodding to myself like yes yes... moonflower is perfect for her. like obviously it's a little on the nose in name, but i also think it represents her symbolically. it only opens up/blooms in certain conditions, they symbolize perseverance or growth in dark times, and have general themes of magic + mystery. <3

[kanis-things]

friends are not distraction

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@lightholdcr  asked : [ chilled ] sender kisses the cold tip of receiver’s nose to warm them up / ok what if he WAS corny in the frozen hearts or wherever it's snowing

" why out here? " him and monoco, she means, living together in the frozen hearts. she asks with honest interest, curious if there's more to it than their "grand" stories of fighting dangerous stalacts for entertainment. " the mountains don't seem renowned for their good weather. " lune muses, with a half-smile; " you would have greater luck at the gestral beaches. "

it doesn't snow in lumière. like many things, it wasn't much more than a fable passed down in old history books, something to believe in beyond the confines of their isolated city. while beautiful, what's more fascinating to her is how some flora and fauna can thrive even under such harsh conditions.

from a purely scientific standpoint, of course. she prefers a milder climate.

snow crunches underfoot as she approaches a lonely bench at the end of the train track ruins, lost somewhere to disuse and passing time. a wave of her hand stirs the snow-cover into wisps, clearing a space free for her to sit. blowing into her hands to warm them, her breath is a smoke cloud on the frigid air. " although, " she hums, fond and lightly teasing; " it does aid in visualizing how you looked before the hair dye. "

his hair glimmers full of little white snowflakes, as does her own.

and verso's ridiculous answer to the cold is to meet her halfway, placing a kiss on the tip of her flushed, red nose. lune's face scrunches with non-committal resistance, while her soft smile betrays her. she scoffs; " and is that how you two kept warm? "

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@dawnblazr  asked : ❝ you know ... if all my students we're as dead set on their homework as you are reading that journal, we'd have been through a year's worth of material in a month . ❞ delivered in teasing tone, sciel's lips curve up, a bemused, cheshire grin as she reclines against the log in this little section of their makeshift camp . plotting something no doubt— always is, isn't she ? ❝ though ... you've been at it awhile now, haven't you ? you know it's bad for you to read in the dark— best put it down for now, hm ? don't you want to be keen of sight when we strike down the paintress ? ❞ —sciel !!

sciel is right, of course — she's lost track of the hours, with her nose stuck in the light blue-glow of a journal, poring over every paragraph that she would swear she's read two, or three times, over. she hardly noticed that the sun has set some time ago, until she catches the other woman — under a starry night sky — in her peripherals; lune's eyebrows scrunch, half-listening to her playful scolding, and half trying to re-focus on the line that she had lost. her eyes don't leave the page; " mm. what i want to be is well-prepared for the challenges ahead, to optimize our efficiency in the field. "

the remains of their expedition couldn't take another setback. she— couldn't afford to make another wrong choice on behalf of their team. but it felt like for every thing she learned, there was a mystery hidden inside another mystery. it's a sentiment that she murmurs quietly, and to herself. " there's so much history, and yet so little we seem to know. " a soft, affected sigh; her frustration is not with sciel, and lune offers her a fleeting smile to compensate her rigidness. " i'm— all right. i don't mind keeping first watch, tonight. "

[skybreakr]

im shy and need to be invited in so im gonna copy kels and say like dis post if u would like some memes in ur inbox...

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@erasedstar  asked : how long will i feel this way? / post gustave death ty

loss hangs over the expedition like a storm cloud, static-charged and heavy, ever since they left the stone wave cliffs. lune threw herself into her work, poring over journals and remnants of the past, writing contingency plans for those that come after; a warning, of the expedition zero survivors.

and maelle, her evenings often spent with to esquie, or joined by verso when he isn't under interrogation. but tonight, lune finds her alone, perched quietly at the cliff's edge overlooking the sea.

she hesitates to join her — unsure if her company was wanted — but eventually finds her place beside maelle, sharing in the quiet and friction. and it surprises lune, when maelle guides a conversation; how long will i feel this way?

a moment passes, where she isn't sure how to answer. comfort has never been of a — particular strength for her, doesn't flow as naturally as it does for sciel, or gustave, before he— " i had an older brother, sol. " lune settles, looking for a point of connection with maelle, to say she understands, instead of searching for the right way to say it gets easier.

some days it doesn't, feel easier. all the grief, the loss, the anger that sits like a burning lodestar in her chest. still, she continues.

lune's gaze lists to the painted monolith, standing tall along the coast; imposing, and just out of reach. " we weren't very close, near the end — our lives took different paths. but... he was a good brother. i regret that we didn't share more time. " a complicated regret; she is exactly where she needs to be, at the expense of those relationships. yet for all her research, her calculations and plans, they still were met with immediate failure at the beach.

and although she knows that ruminating won't bring back her brother, her team, or gustave, her stubborn heart still aches. for everyone.

a quiet inhale, and sigh; " three years have passed since his gommage, and there are days that i still miss him. " eyes soften as they turn to look at maelle, offering her a tired, commiserating smile. " i even miss the times he got on my nerves. especially those. "

lune hesitates there, as another moment passes, until she ventures to place a gentle hand on the girl's shoulder. " there is no timeline for grief, maelle. it finds us even on the sunniest days. but, " she blinks slowly, with a calm, renewed determination; " sometimes it's just a sunny day. and we'll have years of those ahead of us, when we see our mission through. "

[nightprompts]

&. 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐝, 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬.

(  you  know  that  dynamic  of  the  emotionally  closed  off  one  &  the  kind  one  they  have  a  soft  spot  for?  yeah,  that’s  the  vibe.  )

said from the lone wolf.

❛ you think you know me, but the truth is, you don’t. ❜

❛ going home isn’t an option anymore. ❜

❛ i’m fine. there’s nothing for you to worry about. ❜ 

❛ do you wish i was different? ❜ 

❛ i just, i don’t want anything bad to happen to you. ❜ 

❛ you deserve better than what you’ve got. ❜

❛ i guess we both lost something we were fond of. ❜ 

❛ i’m not leaving you out here alone. ❜ 

❛ you don’t have to keep me company, i’m fine by myself. ❜ 

❛ coming here to see you is the only place i could go. ❜

❛ i’m afraid of losing you, okay? ❜ 

❛ i know you probably hate me right now, and i get it. ❜

❛ what is with your weird fascination with me? ❜ 

❛ yeah, you keep on telling yourself that bullshit. ❜ 

❛ i didn’t mean to hurt your feelings, i just have a lot on my plate. ❜ 

❛ you’re lucky you got away with only a scratch. ❜ 

❛ if i could be a different person, i promise you, i would be. ❜

❛ people like us don’t get to decide when we’re done. ❜

❛ i’ve never had anything good happen to me when i trusted others. ❜

❛ you won’t survive out there. they tear all good things apart. ❜

❛ i don’t know what’s the truth or what’s a lie anymore. ❜ 

❛ you got guts, i’ll give you that. ❜ 

❛ the more you know, the shorter your life will be. ❜ 

❛ for the first time in years, i felt something that i thought had been lost to me. ❜ 

❛ what you think you’re going through is nothing to what i have been through. ❜ 

said from the soft spot. 

❛ you’re not as bad as everyone says you are. ❜

❛ how is it that you’re never scared? ❜

❛ you think i’m weak because i’m not like you. ❜

❛ you wanted to be left alone, right? ❜ 

❛ how do you make the pain go away? ❜

❛ you shouldn’t smoke, you know. ❜

❛ destroy what is destroying you. ❜

❛ i hope you find the peace you’re searching for. ❜

❛ you know my door is always open to you. ❜

❛ i look at you and my heart breaks because all i see is loneliness. ❜

❛ you’re avoiding the subject and you know it. what are you hiding from me? ❜ 

❛ you’re not at war anymore, you can come home. ❜

❛ it feels like you’ve been avoiding me. ❜

❛ what are you so afraid of? ❜

❛ you shouldn’t be out here by yourself. ❜ 

❛ why do you care? you could have just walked away. ❜ 

❛ i know you. how else do you think i found you so easily? ❜

❛ if it was the other way around, would you have come back for me? ❜ 

❛ i just thought you’d like some company. ❜ 

❛ are you jealous? want me all to yourself, do you? ❜

❛ i knew you had a heart. ❜ 

❛ can you look at me? please? ❜

❛ i don’t think i’ve ever seen you smile. ❜

❛ if you won’t take care of yourself, then who will? ❜

❛ you have something beautiful inside of you. it’s hard for some people to tell, but it’s there. ❜

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he's a formidable fighter, loathe as she is to admit it. quick on his feet and skilled with a sword, verso has been an asset in their expedition across the continent. she's also reluctant to admit she's started to appreciate his company. even if she's skeptical about his idea of fun — hunting larger, more dangerous nevrons, and his offer to a duel. because she might actually enjoy herself.

she teased him that he's spent too much time with the gestrals.

although she wouldn't consider sparring her ideal use of time, her inquisitive mind still wonders what extremities he could endure — of her boulders and sparks, fire and frost, without the lasting collateral consequences.

he's fast — she's seen him in battle, and she estimates that slowing him down is her best course; fractured earth that splits his path, crustal rockslides thrown like a tumultuous storm, fire that's hungry, and consuming.

verso remains resilient. but so does she.

above her, lightning cracks when she zips out of the way to evade his sword, and, twisted in a half-turn, an ice lance shoots forth that—finally—strikes a hit, to destabilize him. the mage's landing is considerably more graceful, slowing to a hover before her feet touch the ground.

the rise and fall of lune's chest is steady, as she catches her breath. " you were right — this is rather fun. "

certainly not only because it's verso, who both frustrates and fascinates her, or because there's some self-satisfaction in besting him at his own game. though light-hearted, she doesn't completely concede to his idea of dueling as a past-time with approval: " a waste of time, but... fun. "

@lightholdcr unprompted because i was thinking about Them. </3

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@lightholdcr  asked : say what you need to say. / open invitation to tear into him for lying and betraying, yk how it is

she should have let it be, but catching him alone — without sciel to mediate, who has been thanklessly keeping lune from at his throat, lets the deep set anger resurface. it takes the shape of hundreds of unanswered questions, hundreds of obsessive thoughts. the sort that would keep her up all night, if she didn't get them off her chest.

not for lack of trying.

in that moment, with his back turned to her, and the space between herself and his place at the lakeside, lune almost reconsiders: her mouth tries to form around unspoken words, and nails press into her palms, willing herself to let it rest. and she almost does, when she turns away from verso — a heartbeat, or two, until she pivots back around, still wordless, still frustrated. and another moment passes.

" say what you need to say. " he's the first to speak, barely looking past his shoulder to acknowledge her presence, and indecision.

hands fall idle, and lune remains still. studies him, framed in the silver moon light, from her distance.

" why are you helping us? " sharp, and to the point. it's an arduous task, collecting chroma around the continent to approach the city — all for a chance. a chance to undo the damage he — they, had done. " we removed your mother from the canvas. your mission is over. " she remembers how he stood beside her at the monolith's peak, told her that this is why they created the expeditions. and how naive she had been to trust him.

" i find it difficult to believe that you're now feeling indebted to the people of lumière, when the collateral damage — " she and sciel were no exception; it's another ghost to keep her up at night, how vastly she had overestimated their rapport. " ...was never your concern. "

her chin tips up, a fortress in steel; " is this still your fight? "

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@edensflower  asked : "i wish i smoked, i'd have something to do beside pace." from gustave

lune doesn't acknowledges him at first, without more than a placating hum — a distraction she's trying to ignore, like a gnat in her peripherals. her eyes pore over the lines of 81's journal, reading and re-reading the same words — they communicated with a nevron — as though something new might stand out to her, or she could fit the pieces together, or —

" you could rest, you know. " she offers unhelpfully, and her dark eyes flicker to gustave; despite herself, he does distract her. she knows what he'll say — and suggests it anyway, though he'd been reluctant to stop at all, anxious to keep moving under the silver moon. " i'll stand sentry. "

not that rest would come easy for her either, when an idle mind wanders to the scene at the beach, of alan, tristan — " i keep thinking of that nevron, from the cave. " she dismisses the journal and perches her chin in her hand, as contemplative gaze drifts to the campfire.

perhaps his disdain for "friendly nevrons" would appeal sleep to him more than entertaining this conversation. " if it truly is a paintress creation — why? if there’s others like it... "

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⠀Lune

Clair Obscur: Expedition 33 (2025) ⠀dev. Sandfall Interactive

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[mistress-light]

Clair Obscur Expedition 33 (dev. Sandfall Interactive)