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' prompto ? ' boy familiar but not known as the others of the group were. face twists looking at his features, noting they were different from previous encounters. ' what...what happened to you ? '

              ❛     ravus  ...     ❜  a  quivering  of  the  lip,  don’t  do  this.  just  leave  before  it’s  too  late.  the  last  few  bits  of  humanity  &&  sanity  screamed  to  back  away,  to  not  hurt  a  friend.  but  quickly  drowned  by  darkness  &&  insanity,  destruction  in  a  once  pure  mind.  

               grin  appears,  not  the  old,  happy  one.  no,  psychotic  &&  desperate.  just  begging  to  be  killed.  steps  closer,  gun  in  hand.  so  much  shorter,  yet  so  much  more  intimidating.  darkness  where  eye  whites  should  be,  like  an  endless  void  to  get  lost  in.  eyes  blazing  red,  glaring  a  storm  at  the  other.  the  perfect  mt.  they  got  what  they  wanted.  the  soulless  murderer  meant  to  be.  a  twirl  of  the  gun,  a  sick  laugh  coming  from  grey  lips.  didn’t  want  to  hurt  anyone.  yet  body  moved  on  it’s  own.

              ❛     nothing  much  happened.  you  know,  the  usual.  demon  blood  injected  into  my  body,  completely  taking  me  over  &&  making  me  into  the  monster  you  see  before  you.  no  biggie  !     ❜  laughs  fall  from  sad  words,  tears  wanting  to  well  up  --  but  it’s  just  not  possible.  not  even  pointing  the  gun,  yet  just  the  idea  was  intimidation.  knowing  the  monster  will  shoot  at  any  second  without  hesitation.

              ❛     i  really  don’t  want  to  kill  you,  i  actually  was  quite  fond  of  you.  you  seemed  like  an  okay  person  y’know  ?  but  !  i  can’t  not  kill  you,  orders  are  orders.     ❜  a  shrug,  pointing  the  gun  right  at  the  others  brain.  a  wicked  grin,  only  truly  thinking  about  self.

              ❛     bye  ravus.     ❜

[lomeanor]

@btlwrn​  /  ♥.

and then there was the matter of ravus nox fleuret, a man whom he had known all his life as he had his beloved, ravus’ own sister, though the distance between them in life seemed more than the distance between him and his bride to have been. death seemed triumphant all around him, and the light he had was his to spare, stretched over ten long years reduced to the weight of a moment, come crashing down not around him like the rest of the world, but on his back, and his shoulders, straightening out his posture if only to compensate for this second raiment, only half as decadent and twice as heavy, and nothing to show for it except the added lines on his face, and the pain in his eyes. 

‘ ravus... ’ is all he can muster at first, as he had with any of them, but ravus in particular feels like a dream...distant, still coming to terms with all that had ever transpired between them, let alone what had brought them to here and now...the only other person who might have known was ignis, who had stepped aside to make further preparations for his return to the city...he may have felt like he had no home, but there were spirits lurking in the rubble of insomnia, where tenebrae was scarce to have rubble at all. the spirits of daemons, mayhaps, something ravus was no doubt aware of on his own. 

so there stood noctis, with ravus opposite him, night and day with a valley between them, but the distance now seemed less than what it was, and in ravus’ eyes he saw lunafreya’s death take place with all the same remembrance as it had all those years ago, and it moved him. 

all he could offer was a dead man’s promise, but then again, maybe they were all doomed.

maybe they were always doomed.

‘ i’m here to welcome you home, ravus. ’