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Present Noctis & Luna

“Luna..” The King had heard a knock on the palace door and opened it. And he was honestly shocked at who was there. It had been a while since they last were together. He assumed she may have stayed elsewhere. 

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   ❛ So many stifled thoughts and  LONG FORGOTTEN DREAMS  . ❜   

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❛ why are you circling me? what, were you a vulture in another life? ❜

{ ☆.｡ ANASTASIA ( 1997 ) SENTENCE STARTERS }

                ★━━  “ Perhaps? Does it frighten you?” Her tone was melodic, sweet even but her actions betrayed the seemingly innocent words. Slender fingers gripped onto the golden hilt of her rapier as sangria colored eyes focused on her sister----the radiant maiden of the white moon. She shone brighter than anyone else and it was Stella’s duty to make sure the healer was safe and sound. While Ravus isolated Lunafreya, she preferred to corner her; intimidate her. 

               The woman was forged silver, tempered by the flames but still radiant----the younger noble knew she couldn’t upset the oracle easily and though amused by Lunafreya’s words, she refused to crack a smile. 

               “ It’s my job to make sure that you do not leave. I understand you have more pressing matters but alas, you are in my care. If it makes you feel better...” The princess loosened her hold on the blade in an attempt to be a bit friendlier. 

                “ We can simply play pretend. You are the princess locked in the tower and I....ah, I am the dragon.” 

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It was barely first light when Noctis had managed to sneak from the confines of the Leville, moving with a shadow’s quickness to alight over the cross-bridges and through narrow alleyways that were only marked by destinations as no street names denoted landmarks within the city. The midnight sky still loomed high, but the thrum of awakening and warming air caused his heart to beat within his breast as he sped towards Maagho, where Weskham had arranged the rendezvous for the young lovers. Anything to circumnavigate a wedding that felt disingenuous. Slipping through another back alley, already were some flickering candles lit, the former steward smiling warmly.

There she was, too.

“Oh, uh--Luna,” he began with admitted bashfulness, “it’s...been awhile. --You look good, though.”

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