#astralbcrn

[sylleblosscm]

@astralbcrn x

❝So now you deign to grace me with your presence.❞

It is an honour, of course; the likes of which has not been bestowed on her bloodline since the very first Oracle. There had been a time not too long ago when the Draconian's presence would humble Luna, but now it only fills her with anger. All these years he has used her for his cause -- it is not until she is no longer willing to mindlessly obey that he will visit her in person.

The tyrant.

She does not look at him right away. Indeed she takes her time, examining her surroundings first. He has all of eternity, after all; she merely has the remainder of a wasted life. ❝Well? Are you going to explain yourself? You have enabled untold suffering, and now you mean to end the life of an innocent man to clean a mess you made. Please, enlighten me, O Draconian.❞ Her voice shakes as fury bubbles within her. ❝Have these two thousand years of worship been for naught? What, exactly, is the point of you?❞

[blazerought]

@astralbcrn replied: shiro vc: we’re not friends anymore

❝ WHAT?! After everything you leave because of my crocs?! ❞

[infideliis]

⛓️

The first thing he was aware of was the sound of the sea against rocks, though when he opened his eyes, it was only darkness that he saw and stone beneath his head that he felt.

When Ravus tried to move, chains constricted him, pinning his arms to his sides and his legs together; but why? How?

He could not remember.

His gaze lifted when someone approached, but they were unfamiliar to him, bringing with them a strange sense of something far more vast than humanity that sent shudders along his spine.

He did not speak.

@astralbcrn

[swordofthreekings]

"I want to will mark you."

He wasn't sure if the other menat literally ,or spiritually, or something else entirely, but he wasn't entirely inclined either way. His eyes narrowed. "I'd rather die."

[swordofthreekings]

⛓️

send ⛓️ to find my muse bloody, bruised and restrained

He was the last person he'd expected to see.

The messenger. The last time he'd seen the man was before the fall of Insomnia.

Cor had done what he needed to. He'd set Noctis on the right path. He'd taken out a few Nif bases. He'd caused problems for the Empire athat would keep them from bothering the prince too much on his journey. There was more he could do, he wasn't ready to die, but if it happened, at least he could rest knowing he'd done that much.

He wsas beaten and bloody, bound in metal cables. He hadn't been expecting aid, let alone from him.

"What are you doing here?"

[caecus-scientia]

🙏 - Everything is black and white until you touch your soulmate.

Soulmate AU

"Forgive me, I was not expecting company."

The sunlight came for only a few hours a day now. Soon, it would stop rising completely. Noctis was lost to them. Ignis was the only one who knew he would return, and what would happen when he did. He had ten years to prepare. To relearn how to do everything needed to assist Noctis in his final fight.

He had been working toward just that. Alone, without his friends, attempting to learn how to function as he once had with as much dignity as possible.

Settling on his glasses, he offered his man to shake, and when the other took it -

There was nothing.

Not for him, at least. Should he still have had his sight, he would have realized the difference, but without it, he could not tell he had just touched his soulmate for the first time.

[caecus-scientia]

i'll make you a little deal.

He didn't answer immediately. While Ignis had a grown up beneath the tutelage of those who served Bahamut, who revered him, he himself was slightly more reserved when it came to the gods. They were powerful, and yet distant. He preferred to keep his attention more grounded.

Which was why he was cautious when the messenger spoke to him. "I'm unsure how I could assist you, but I'm willing to listen," he said slowly.

[generalorcaptain]

⛓️

It was almost laughable. His own people in Niflheim had caught him and a few of the Glaives. He'd let it play out as the Glaives expected. His disguise was the most important thing, after all. And if he kept the majority of the attention on him, he would argue it important for that same disguise.

What he didn't expect was, while bound in some old, forgotten jail, looking up to see Bahamut. His soulmate. The god of war himself, in his human form.

Titus snorted softly, tilting his head toward the chains. "Are you going to help me, or just stare?''