#novilis

[oraclechosen-blog]

D1 Noctis @ C1 Luna???

[sineatcr-archive-blog]

@novilis is...bleeding? did he...?

It had hurt -- every moment spent standing beside the Crystal had felt like standing next to the Infernian’s flames, burning him and making him swallow screams. His insides roiled, the Scourge in him a cacophony of agony, and it was all he could do to keep from succumbing to their cries and tearing apart everyone in the room. It was humiliating, knowing he was so close to losing his mind, and because of the very hunk of shimmering stone that he’d once been sworn to protect.

He staggers out of the room after what seems like two thousand more years, heedless of those around him and almost shoving people out of the way to escape. He can’t hear their protests or irritated questioning, can’t even see anything -- he has tunnel vision, the edges stained red, and it’s all screaming daemons and he barely manages to make it to safety in his office before black sludge spatters from his mouth to the floor. He’s trembling, but it’s so much worse this time, the daemons not ceasing in their rage and agony, and he wants to-- he wants-- he can’t--

His vision blacks entirely then, and he falls. He’s falling, falling, and it’s like he’s sinking beneath water but that water is oilslick black and thick like tar, and it’s made of claws that grasp at his clothing, tear at his flesh, claws and fangs and inhuman eyes, and it pulls him into its abyss and he is the Scourge, the Scourge is him, he is not Ardyn he is so many he is the Accursed he is death and plague and countless monstrous beasts baying for blood and for destruction, death and pestilence and the end of everything---

“Ardyn!”

He is Ardyn again to the sound of a scream, and he looks down to see a hand curled around the hilt of a knife, blood -- red? it’s red, it’s not his -- staining what he can see of it, blood staining his hand, and eyes travel from that upwards, following the blood upon the floor to -- no. No, no, no, no--

He stares at Stella, his face white, the knife slipping from limp fingers. “No,” he rasps, already moving to catch her in his arms. All he can see is the crimson staining her chest, all he can see is her hand, bloodstained, pressing against the wound he inflicted. 

“No,” he says again. It’s all he seems to be able to say. The syllable slipping out of his lips in a mantra, over and over and over again as smoky tears already slip down his face atop the black stains his momentary madness left behind. They both fall to the floor -- his legs are boneless, suddenly, and he curls around her and sobs brokenly. She is still alive, he feels her breath at his neck, but it’s strained and faint, and her heartbeat flutters like a panicked bird.

“I’m sorry,” he whispers brokenly. “I’m sorry, oh gods, I didn’t-- Stella, please--” He doesn’t know which Stella he speaks to anymore. His Oracle swims before his eyes, bleeding and broken and dead by his hand, and he repeats the same words he’d said to her body to this Stella, the Stella he’d wanted to hold onto for a little longer in this hellish existence he has now. “Please, no,” he chokes out. “No, don’t-- don’t do this, I’m sorry-- please don’t go--”

His eyes are two thousand years away and in this moment at the same time, and he scrambles to her wound, pressing his own hand on it -- a desperate moment, desperately searching for something to do, he tries something he’s never tried before in all his life; instead of pulling the Scourge into himself, he tries to pull the injury. It won’t kill him, he doesn’t care, it just has to work. 

“Please,” be begs, no longer even conscious of what he’s saying. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, please don’t go, Stella, please--” He can’t bear the though of killing her again. If she dies, if she-- she can’t, he won’t let it happen again, but if she dies...gods help him, she can’t. She can’t.

[rexcrystallis]

five texts symbol thing if it's not too late???

SEND 📱 FOR FIVE TEXTS MY MUSE DIDN’T SEND YOURS, AND ONE THAT THEY DID || @novilis

[TEXT: StellaLaLaLa] You ever imagine if we became a couple? Fuck. I think we’d rock but then we’d also fight even over the most trivial of things and it will be a disaster.

[TEXT: StellaLaLaLa] You’re important to me you little shit. So take care of yourself. PS. That dress makes your ass look big.

[TEXT: StellaLaLaLa] Nah I like your shade of blonde. :)

[TEXT: StellaLaLaLa] Send me nudes and I’ll send you mine. Fair trade, yo.

[TEXT: StellaLaLaLa] If I was being a total asshole about it? As in 100% total asshole? I’d refuse the calling, and never mind if I turn into a monster. At least I chose, and I died over what I chose. L’Cie my face. Fuck my life. 

[TEXT: StellaLaLaLa] YO. WHAT IS THIS ANOTHER WEDDING? I DIDN’T AGREE TO GO AS YOUR PSEUDO BOYFRIEND WHAT THE FUCK. GO AWAY. ASK PROMPTO OR SOMETHING. 

[gaearise-a]

novilis replied to your post: name: faryal / birdie / ivy … i go by birdie here...

wEEPS BLESS U FOR LIKING PINEAPPLE ON PIZZA.

aaaa yes, someone with taste

[regeminlucem-blog]

@novilis

Here he comes, Stella. He looks like he just fell down the dustiest of dusty cliffsides -- the one downside to wearing all black -- and like he’s about to faceplant on the nearest pillow, but he’s alive and in one piece, and looking frustrated. A little proud of himself, but also frustrated. He has to take a minute to catch his breath when he reaches her, hands on his knees, but then he produces the monster’s fang from his pocket as proof. “I did it,” he says, somehow managing to keep from sounding like he’s about to pass out. “I killed your monster for you. Again.”

[fireglaive-blog]

@novilis​ Liked for a starter !

Crowe had to look twice when she saw her. Someone who looked scarily like the Oracle Lunafreya, who she was fairly sure shouldn’t be here right now. Cautiously and not letting her guard down she tailed the girl till she could get to a place where there was not many people that could see her possibly cause a scene.

After following her to a fairly quiet place, Crowe decided to try to get some answers. Letting herself be known, and trying to not look too menacing, just in case this was an ordinary citizen and this was just one big misunderstanding, she walked up to the female and tapped on her shoulder.

“Excuse me Ma’am, do you have an ID on you ?” Thank the Six she was in her uniform.

[leorugiet]

THE SIZE OF AN OVEN MITT OMFG FKSDKW

Ardyn needs his hands to be that big to carry all his sins.

[lzuniia-blog]

@novilis​ continued from here.

“You’ve not said that to me before.”

Perchance the sadness that lurks ‘neath his eyes is merely a manipulation tactic, but she is not one so cold-hearted to ignore it, not when he has been kind to her in turn. ‘Tis a sort of interaction that many in the army frown in confusion at though neither of them have the ear for it and so she perches herself ‘pon the nearest seat, gesturing gently to an adjacent one for him to sit.

“Tell me what is on your mind, please.”

Her gesture does not go unnoticed, and he takes the seat beside her. Stella was always kind to him, not treating him with an odd sort of hostility like so many others. The chancellor let out a sigh, thinking over his next sentence before delving down into it. 

“Perhaps it’s all come together now. I’ve caught myself hovering over a realization recently,” Ardyn pauses a moment, knowing Stella would understand to some degree. Though, of course, he never anticipated saying his statement aloud. “Tell me, do you ever feel alone in this world?”