#insarys

[heilna-blog]

It’s official. I am passing the throne to Lunafreya, and to Lunafreya only.

[heilna-blog]

m om stop it's awkward...

This was the kind of topic that was unavoidable. She needed to tell him about this sometime. It was better having her to discipline him about it, than having a stranger to do this. One of her hands gently knocks the door of his room before entering. ❝ Ravus, my dear. ❞ Her lips part open. She is still wondering what she is going to say, but it had to be done. ❝  There is something I need to tell you. And it is going to be a long conversation. ❞ Sitting by his side on his bed, she inhales and stays in silence for some seconds before starting to explain. After long minutes, she still speaks while Ravus is at complete silence. ❝ And... This is how we reproduce. ❞

❝ m om stop it’s awkward… ❞

❝ … I understand. ❞ When her azure eyes focus on her son again, she can see how his cheeks are burning. ❝ We shall cease this conversation for now. Tomorrow I will return and finish discussing about this. ❞

[daemonmade-blog]

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[rescinae-blog]

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Again, a careful lie was constructed. Again, the little princess came up with new ways to hide BRUISES and swelling forming on pale skin, covering herself up with the occasional scarf or longer dresses. Again, Lunafreya would seek shelter in her big brother’s embrace, tears CLEARLY evident in pale eyes… Again, she used a SIMPLE untruth; ‘I fell down the stairs’ - ‘I tripped in the garden’ - ‘I accidently cut myself while playing with the letter opener.’ Ah yes, the fear of what her regular offender would do if the former princess DARED to voice the  t r u t h  was bigger then the fear of what he already was doing, causing Lunafreya to LIE to the only family member she had left.

Any form of disobedience was NOT treated kindly, a fact Lunafreya was well aware of— Yet, she still took the chance to spend a beautiful day in the sun, tending to the precious syllableblossoms flowering across the gardens of Tenebrae instead of attending her usual studies. Upon arriving back at the Nox Fleuret mansion at late afternoon, there he was, awaiting her… The Nifelheim official, making sure she’d REGRET every single second spent doing something which the oracle was not SUPPOSED to do. Rough hands would inflict HARM behind closed doors and then walk away, leaving the broken figurine in tears. 

Shaky legs attempted to crawl back to her room, but the muffled cries must’ve alerted her brother who managed to RUSH to the girl’s side, scooping the smaller frame up into his arms upon noticing how slender legs stumbled. Before the adolescent could ask what was wrong, Lunafreya DIGGED soft fingertips into his shirt, head resting contoured shoulder as a breathless whisper again voiced a LIE. Disinformation had a tendency to be proved  f a l s e , but for the time being, what Ravus didn’t know couldn’t possibly hurt him, nor FURTHER hurt his little sister.

[invidiia-blog1]

❛ Who are you? ❜

DO YOU REMEMBER WHATFREEDOM FELT LIKE? the wind upon your ears, a prickle of nature. soft and careless, the seasons would cradle your physique --- unblemished,and unbound. your smile wasinfinite, an enchanting joviality to be found in the upbringing your mother instilled. now yourisolation wallows in the restrictionof a brother most manipulative; amaster of chess who tastes his pawns and samples their prudence. izunia, a soulmost fractured, severed and splitfrom the cage of the ring to the material emergence of the end --- had foreseen ardyn’s intent for the fleuret. this is not freedom, boy. your wingsare being taken from you, and the thief of their marvel is smiling as he does it. hewill engrave the trenches of the scourgeinto your soul, and drink the venom he derives of your servitude.you are a piece of his puzzle; a riddle in which half the fragments were burnton purpose. yet somehow, you do not see him as a man carrying shackles --- but as an authority of acceptance.EYES ASSENT TO SILVER CURIOSITY. locksof distortion, a pale touch ofizunia’s resolve in being branded bythe ring and its lucii, frames the countenance of the oracle’s first born.ravus’s eyes are painted distinctivehues of their own, unusual and contrary, by the brush of darkness and the palette of a fallen star. the cosmos and its sonshave seen to your body. the scourge will exploityou, yet.GLOVE HUMORS RIM OF GLASS, orbitingits fragility in tandem with ravus’s uttered query. izunia is red, so very red. who are you --- do you truly wish to know? such is the secrecy ofthe first king’s aura. as though a whisperof the universe, he is present and heis not. yet you could reach to touch him; savour his words upon atongue most overcome. his eyes are asubjugation of loss. to understandhim, the entirety of a being deprived of its second half, is to forgo moralobligation and to surrender to imminent sorrow. only death may pay for life,an evidence of prophecy. you have lost a great deal thus far --- your mother,your homeland, your liberty and honor; only this world has not yet attended toyour conclusion.

“   ------ consider me a conflictof interest. i’m not here to bargainfor your time, and neither will i demandit. however, we have met once before. it is unlikely you would remember; thus,i am not insulted. even so, by my ruling we sit across from one anotheras tokens of history. we have ourparts to play. so tell me, commander------ are you a puppet or a puppeteer?   ”