#ambustialae

[shieldandcrown]

“Your that information broker, the one that’s been working closely with my son and his swords?” Regis asked, admiringly at the younger woman, glancing down at the skull neatly set out on a cloth in front of him.

“You have exquisite taste in gifts, Miss Marina, correct? It certainly fits in with the decor, though may I ask just who it belonged to?” the mob king asked, brow quirked, smiling smoothly at her.

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“A lesser one perhaps,” she responded lightly as she continued to work in a small sketch book working on a new blue print. Rina’s eyes never left the page, though her expression remained as placid as her voice, casual. 

“You do good enough work for the title, Daedalus,” Crowe nodded, watching Rina curiously. The woman was interesting, she was good, brilliant even. And she brought a whole slough of ideas with her. A different background, different approach to Niflheim’s vaunted engineering.

And she’d recognized in the woman, she was fairly sure, not a true defector. But someone with loyalties as sparse as her own. Maybe not the same motivations, but there was a certain dependability in that. 

“How open are you, to taking commissions, for design?” she asked, her voice unintentionally mirroring the one she used as Surta. 

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She often kept the the mark covered, be it with a bracelet or cleverly applied make-up. But all the same, it sent a chill down her spine to have that name written on the inside of her arm. Not to mention, the fact that her ex-husband had to see it did not do any favors for the divorceé.

Over time, one would think it would lessen her sentiments towards the government. And as a whole, it didn’t. She still very much despised the two warring entities. Yet, she had the wisdom to judge a man individually, especially if they were seen as an innocent. Regardless of still being a symbol for an archaic institution.

However, it was the one day, she didn’t cover up the mark and didn’t swear a jacket that she found herself being escorted by Crownsguard. Rina wanted to swear, lash out, but it was wise to remain silent. Even if she had to bite her tongue at some of the anti-refugee remarks that she had heard.

She sat quietly in that room in the Citadel, half expecting that she was going to be questioned about something. Yet when the door opened, the brunette glanced stoically towards those that would walk into the room, silently assessing the prince and the other with him.

The woman kept her silence, her neutral expression, not even offering a bow of her head in respect to the heir. But after a moment, she would open her mouth to speak a brief phrase.

“I’d like to go home if I’m not being detained.”

Noctis had been informed that a woman with his name on her arm had been found, and brought to the Citadel, and little else before  he moved to see her and-

Whatever he’d been expecting, a neutral, cool silence wasn’t it. He’d had a somewhat nervous smile on his face when he walked in, but that faded into one of confusion, his brow furrowed, at her words.

“I...of course you aren’t being detained, Marina. You...you are Marina, right?” he asked, glancing down at his own wrist and sliding the privacy bracelet he usually wore there up further on his arm.

“I’m sorry if anybody was terse with you. You’re not, you’re not in trouble, or anything. Though um, I would like to chat with you, or at least say hello, alone, if that’d be alright with you?” he asked, his voice more serious, waiting on her word before glancing out the doors and nodding to the man that’d accompanied him, asking him to leave nonverbally.

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Ramuh the Fulgarian

Ramuh didn’t strictly speaking like people. 

He didn’t dislike them, either. They were too individual. Most things were too individual. Just like he didn’t dislike trees, or mountains.

Just this or that one in particular.

As long as those under his eyes treated the Islands well. He mostly left them up to their own devices. It was easier to just tell them when he’d decided he didn’t like something with a lightning bolt.

There were some people, however, that he was fiercely protective of. Some people who were stubborn and unafraid. Who lived on islands with terrible weather. That housed cats that caught the storm in their fur and on their faces and hunted for prey. That were deadly. 

These were people who danced the storm for him, renewing that first deal they’d made with him, defying and honoring until it was no longer defiance. Till they were like raindrops and lightning bolts themselves.

Storms did not come under the Wall of Insomnia.

But sometimes Storms battered at the edges of it. And some of his people would look on longingly, of course, from those places where he could not touch them with true rain, just a pattering. Hard enough to soak, but not to pound.

There was a child though, in the desert. A child who’d snuck out, and who was looking for...

What were they looking for? 

He watched the child move for hours in the storm before...

“They aren’t here, you know,” he said, in a human shaped body. He was not like his siblings. No one was above the rules he laid down, least of all himself. As soon as he stepped there, his clothing was damp and soaked, he had to struggle to stand. All things bowed to the storms.

“You won’t find the paths, the dances, the stones. They haven’t been made here, little one-” he explained, admiring the bravery. The persistence, the small one’s boots were not  up for this.

The child stared at him, and he wasn’t sure at all if they recognized him or didn’t, but they glared and he was fairly sure it didn’t matter if they did.

“Nobody asked you, Old Man!” he wasn’t sure if he put the capitals there or not, it was hard to hear in the rain and the wind.

“If you don’t look, you won’t find shit. And if they aint here then someone’s gotta make them, right? Not leaving till he does,” the child groused, barking as much up at the storm as at him and-

And well.

Ramuh couldn’t help but smile, as the young Galahdian stomped off.

Wasn’t that wonderful. Even here. Even one....this one can’t have ever spent long in Galahd, she barely smelled of the Islands. Of home. And still that spirit.

Above them, the storm intensified, lightning stabbing glass into the ground, great peals of thunder blasting across the sky. The child didn’t waver, just scoffed and muttered something even a god didn’t hear.

Ramuh let himself fade back into the sky, watching, and waiting. If the child kept their word, their would be one special bolt, and glass left in the right shape there, for them.

He could do that much, at least. And he would. Those that went looking, deserved to find something, when he could give it to them, after all.

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Rina kept herself from laughing as she watched the flame. There was something amusing about the prospect. But a practical part of her mind spoke of the idea of having to pay for the damages.

“To where, my dear?”

Crowe stared at her for a moment and then sighed, rolling her eyes exaggeratedly before approaching the fire. “Okay, fair,” grinning at Rina she reached a hand out, a barrier extending outward, curved away from it.

She capped it on the flame, shrinking it, suffocating it safely till it went out, then she let the magic go, feeling only a little drained. “There, no apartment hunting adventures needed,” she chuckled.

[powerofkings]

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Things with teeth, and things that shine. Revolutionaries and Royals. Marina and Noctis

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“Why hello there,” Titus asked, kneeling at the center of the crossroads, and carefully burying a box full of various materials he’d prepared. 

“I don’t run across many women in the middle of the night walking by crossroads. Chasing superstitions?” he asked, his hands glowing a soft shine as he smoothed the ground back into place. Patting it securely down and feeling a low swell of power.

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FRIENDS.   childhood friends  /  work friends  /  family friends  /  recently friends  /  turning antagonistic  /  turning into something romantic  /  stable  /  falling apart  /  friendship of need  /  friendship of circumstance  pen - pals or internet friends  /  coworkers  /  partners  /  other .

ROMANCE.   childhood sweethearts  /  newly entered  /  soulmates  /  skinny love  /  unrequited from my muses side  /  unrequited from your muses side  /  friends with benefits  /  awkward  /  fading  /  turning  toxic  /  toxic  and  destructive  /  other .

FAMILIAL BOND.   sibling bond  /  older sibling figure to your muse  /  younger sibling figure to your muse  /  parental figure to your muse  /  parental figure to your muse  /  guardian figure  /  legal  guardian  /  other .

ENEMIES.   dangerous to themselves  /  dangerous to others  /  unpredictable  /  passionate  /  rivals  /  petty  /  developing into a sexual tension  /  developing into a romantic tension  /  based off family matters  /  based of circumstance  /  based of professional matters  /  based of misunderstandings or lies  /  other .