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Antidepresan gülümsemesi:

Aslında ağlaman gerekiyor, haykırarak ağlaman. Ama gülüyorsun yaşadıklarına, tıpkı bir romanın içindeymişsin gibi. Mutlu değilsin, ama mutsuz da değilsin. İnanıyorsun kendine, neler yapabileceğine. Başını yukarıya kaldırıyorsun sonra, Tanrı'ya kafa tutarcasına, kendine inancınla, barışık bir şekilde acılarınla. Sonra dudakların geriliyor iki yana, hakimiyet sende değil, herkes biliyor. Sonra kahkaha atıyorsun, sanki ömrünün son gününün gün batımını izliyor gibi seviniyor göz kapakların.

#antidepresan #gulumsemek #model #lustralium #ölüm

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The carts that could be better described like cattle cars had brought them here days ago, and yet they had hardly spared them any medical attention, Old Lestallum supposedly was a place with decent access to medicine and other resources, but the place seemed close to abandoned. The few that did live there, were certainly not happy with the sudden rush of homeless and gravely injured.

They didn’t even have housing, just tarp pitched up, a metal barrel to burn firewood in and be warm. Nyx did what he could, he would’ve helped pitch the tarp, but he needed two hands to tie ropes. He wouldn’t helped chop wood, but he needed two hands to swing the ax. More and more piled up with just how little he could do with a lone hand, and a shaky one at that.

The commotion that arose got him out of the small tent he had by the old abandon roadhouse building most of them had formed their little bedroom community near. He saw the groups of people, walking over to see what was going on. He spotted white, and assumed it was a doctor, and quickly returned to his area. He beckoned one of the children who went deaf from a artillery blast. He flashed a flashlight on and off until it caught their attention.

Nyx carried the kid on his back, the kid squeezed his neck far tighter than he appreciated, but complaining wouldn’t get him anywhere. He kept walking, seeing more of the people shoving and moving forward. He decided to get just as aggressive and push through with his elbow.

The parting of people stops him for a moment. He’s a disheveled mess and he definitely doesn’t want to look like this now that he realized this isn’t technically a doctor like he thought. He would’ve at least liked to look presentable in front of her. He decided in the next moment that didn’t really matter.

“Hey Princess.” He carefully set the kid down, although he continued to support him, the child still had bad vertigo, could hardly hold their body up. “You uh... mind helping this one out first?”

#v; ashes #lustralium #starter #this wasn't short

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Why do you call me out like this :(

“Good morning, Lady Lunafreya. I made some tea, if you’d like some.”

#lustralium #c: ignis #i hear you loud and clear :)

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Ignis had heard of Lady Lunafreya for years, thanks to Noctis. Of course, his childhood friend had never given many details about the other, but that was enough for the advisor to start CARING for her before even meeting her in person. He also already admired her for her work as the Oracle, and already knew they would get along well, and would make a great team to guide Noctis, once he’d be King. Of course, for now, Noctis still had to take back the crystal, with his friends by his side, but Ignis still hoped everything would be alright soon.

Lunafreya had joined them, and it was already a huge step. Ignis knew how WORRIED Noctis had been about her since the attack on Insomnia. So from that day on, things would start getting better. For now, Ignis wanted to put her at ease with the group, so that was why he had brought her in Lestallum with him, so she could choose the first meal she would take by the guys’ side.

“So... when it comes to food, do you have any preferences ?” He asked, a kind smile on his lips.

#i hope this is fine for you :D #rp #lustralium #v: wanderlust

@lustralium | From my former blog @altissiancamelia

"If you excuse my boldness, I may ask you something." She says, features accustomed to show kindness and assuage everyone's concerns hardened in seriousness as she takes a sip on the Marrakesh tea. "From leader to leader–– each from our respective countries, are you truly satisfied of being under the imperial protectorate even if you may be able to preside over the archipelago yourself?"

Comfortably sitting in her armchair in front of the Oracle, Camelia listened calmly to the young Tenebraen sitting in front of her. With her legs crossed, she came to rest her cup in the saucer she was holding in her opposite hand after taking a sip of tea.

“Apologises accepted, Lady. Boldness is a quality I appreciate because it often allows us to show what we really want,” said the first secretary in a soft and calm voice. She leaned slightly to put her cup on the coffee table in front of them and took back her place in the armchair, placing her hands on her thigh. Her blue eyes landed on Lunafreya, looking at her for a moment before speaking again in the same tone.

“From you to me, I think we must feel the same way. Our homeland was annexed by Niflheim, forcing us to bend our knees. For Tenebrae 12 years ago, for Accordo 150 years ago. It is not pleasant to know that their armed forces could cause hundreds or even thousands of deaths by the Emperor’s simple goodwill. The only chance, if we can say so, is that the Protectorate of Accordo is a democracy, not a royalty. It is unfortunate that it is much easier to overthrow a sovereign than a people united behind the same ideal and the same will.” Camelia paused briefly before continuing. “But to return to your question, even if I am able to preside and represent those who elected me, I will feel much better without the imperial presence because it arouses the fear of my citizens.”

#rp #lustralium #Camelia Claustra | Verse | Elected. Not submitted

Her breathing was labored as she laid on the bed, eyes closed. It has been two nights since Lunafreya allowed Nyx to share the same resort room like she did before Titan's awakening. Her healing limits descended drastically, and what's worse: she was in pain. "My apologies..." Her voice is barely above a whisper as she opens her eyes, regret mirroring them as she sees the man's solemn face. "Nobody ought to see me this way... that is why I thought that being in separate rooms would be better."

“I’ll find it in my heart to forgive you.” He returned, although there’s a bit of mirth in his tone. After Titan, he was open to letting her do as she pleased, and even when he felt a little upset that she pushed him away, he didn’t resist. He stayed in his room, carefully working out the muscles in his right arm. He kept his arm pinned to his waist, and carefully tread around the place like that.

He shakes his head at her remarks. “You can’t be serious...” He scoffed. “Have you seen me? I’m not exactly the prettiest man in the room... you’ve seen all that ugliness I got.” He doesn’t say these things too loudly, he knows the weakness she’s feeling now -- or at least, he can imagine it just by the look on her face.

“You gotta let me in sometimes. I know you royal folk don’t like to, but I want to see you... You can handle me now, then I can handle you too.”

#lustralium #v; ashes

Inaequalis vita

IN RESPONSE TO THIS:

✘ —; For once it seemed the gods were on his side. Upon entering the Crown City, he was bestowed a higher ranking opportunity than he deserved; A kingsglaive who was to guard the Citadel – a role he was extremely grateful to have. Tales of his heroic and daring feats while leading the resistance reached the Queen’s ears and he was given a chance that none of the other refugees escaping Nifiheim’s cruelty got. It was an unwritten rule – to have a young man like him guarding the castle was an insult. The older experienced men would scowl in his direction and yet their tongues remained still as they had to act professional.

At the tender age of 20, Nyx marched with pride in his strides, shoulders proud and his composure disciplined. Completely unwavered by the resentment from the others, he did his job and proved to be the right choice. Quickly, he learned the outline of the entire area as if he had always been there and soon, he was also ordered to drive the Princess around from time to time. The clock struck 11 and the glaive dismissed himself from his post. The divine body in the sky glowed brightly over Insomnia and as he took his time walking the outdoor halls of the castle, he took in the scenery. It reminded him of home almost. Familiar warmth grabbed at his heart.

- But, it still wasn’t the same.

The city was too polluted to mirror the islands of Galahd. It was then he spotted a figure moving about in the dark – strands kissed by the sun was all he caught in a glimpse. Curiosity forced the man from his desire to rush home and very stealthily, he rushed to catch up to whoever it was. Peeking from behind corners, azure irises widened at the realization that it was Princess Lunafreya who was out and about this late at night. ‘What in the world is she doing?’ Eyebrows furrowed with the silent thought. His better senses were telling him to quickly get her and return her back to the living quarters of the citadel.

However, his prying side got the better of him. For more than a few minutes, he would pursue her from afar up until she was going into an area he wasn’t really familiar with.. The grass crunched beneath his feet as he approached. “Finally, I caught up to you, your highness. You've been good at evading your other guards but unfortunately for you, I'm incredibly stubborn." He would half lie. Nyx was completely aware of the tales the other guards and maids would tell of the princess’ cleverness to outwit them. Pausing before her, he studied her expression and it filled him with guilt.

Surely, she had a reason to be out here and he did not want to rob her of the chance. After all, she worked very hard to get up until this point. As long as he was there to keep her safe, there shouldn’t be an issue right? He coached himself just before saying, “"...It's too dangerous for you to be out here alone." He bit back for a second, wondering if he was really going to go through with this crazy idea of his. Being caught with the heir like this could cost him his job. “"So ...you lead and I will follow - wherever you wanna go. Just don't go running off on me again."

The words left him tenderly as a small grin etched across his features. It was too late to turn back now – he chided himself. A slight tilt to the head was given in response toward her reason for coming out this late. A snicker kept to himself as the anxiety that came with worrying if she was going to runaway eased. - Such a simple dream for a girl that could have the world if she wanted. “I see…” An arm was thrown behind his back and his hand placed upon his heart just as he bowed.