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[wilhelmj08]

Same va ??? Same va !!!

SAME VA??

@pretendcr

SAME VA!

[starvoiced-a]

@pretendcr

          if she were to say that she had not expected to see him then she’d be lying . her gift of foresight allowed to see most of all to come whether it be unto her or others . she knew that he were to appear and she was alone . seeing his face made heart fall . her duty was to the royal family --- to serve the king and she had done so for many generations and centuries . she had hoped she would have served him , once upon a time . . . but the path she saw for him --- his destiny --- had been a dark one and he’d never be king . what had she done ? listened to the astrals and abandoned him . for that , she carried the guilt with her . ❝ . . . ardyn . . . ❞ came a soft , sad voice .

[sacrivice-blog]

❛ This is no world for you. ❜

  when he spoke those words , it was as though came into rough focus in a halo of light and nostalgia . a rough , eviscerating howl that tore through her soul how much had changed . what was once a verdant jungle ensconced in mountains had scarce little that still remained , kingdoms worn in belts that girdled plains and lived amid such richness . she thought of her home , and what had been lived in him , with him . where nights had been spent within tea houses , at rest upon divans and silks where plumes of hashish smoke and the sweetness of jasmine and plum blossom proliferated in cherished fragrance .   where was that now ? the sunlight she’d seen ensconced in eyes trimmed gold and solar were no more , honed to coldness more cutting than the glacian’s chilly winters . she felt the shards of his voice leave blisters and charred marks upon her flesh , once beloved with gentle touches and whispery kisses lighter than butterfly feet . agni gazed upon her beloved and she felt cold . a frigidity that was her own despite the burning passions of love swiftly converted to an ugly vengeance .  he did not belong here any more than she did .  hands inexorably found his face and inky trails stained her hands that could burn and cauterize the wretch he’d become , could boil his blood until it evaporated and he was little else than a charred mark upon the earth until his revival . eyes of once tender forests , of spring grasses , were the razor’s edge of emerald . she drew him near , the scant difference in height closed with the touch of lips , his skin tasting like preservatives and wax , of copper and salt ; not the spice and sweetness and wine once upon it .  ‘ nor is it for you , ouyomi . ‘

[nilnox-blog]

          ❝ chancellor. ❞ tone is carved marble, artistic diplomacy which hides intent. she smiles. amiable, polite. meets his eyes with lifted chin as she rises from her seat. ❝ i had thought you would have left by now. is there something i may help you with? ❞

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[shyielding]

@pretendcr​ -- ;

  they had known a darkness , fathomless and eternal , through ruins deep and an underworld besotted by a dark ever reigning . once , the streets of lucis had heralded their chosen crowned with adulation and adoration , foisting hope upon hope that he might wash away the turmoil they had yet to bear . but , as the flood waters so came , so too did the waters that would drown and capsize all they’d once known . the hall of the citadel’s throne room was dire in its emptiness , save for a few souls of the monarch and the court . with a heavy heart did the younger gaze upon the captured elder , scourged by holy flail and flogged of dressing that had made him regal and kingly but weeks ago . izunia gazed upon nadir , the messenger meeting him with a bland stare at best .

  with cautious strides towards the heavy , ephemeral strain of darkness that came as a revolting aura to his brother did izunia stand afore him , bearing the stolen crown and bidden prowess only the chosen might have . his eyes , once so gold as the dawn , as their mother’s own , set upon his prostrate brother with sorrow and spoke a dirge in the timbre of his voice .

  ‘ ardyn , ahkh -- we only wish to help you . i promise you , you will be saved ! ‘

[laevisxmnus-archive-blog]

                                    ♚ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʜᴀɴᴄᴇʟʟᴏʀ | ᴛʜᴇ ᴘʀɪɴᴄᴇ ♚

[suollac-blog]

          hark,      man       along        the      vale        of        morality,       and      valor.        HARK!          there      is      a      danger,       among       this        realm.       quietly,        echoing        out          ----------------         and         should       there        indeed         be        a          lending          of          accord         attention        to        it,          what         comes        as         a        danger,        grows      louder          slowly        evermore.        evermore....        it       comes.         baring        even         louder,      louder       of        a       danger.        closer.       closer        it       comes,       and        the        very        source        of         this       danger     that        grows        evermore,            IS       THAT        OF        A         CURSE         THAT        HAUNTS       MAN.       A       DEVIL.        A        MORTAL.           and        he       haunts;        he        haunts         indeed.        such        like        a        curse,         shrouding        the        world         upon        his       very        wake.       for       as       he       wonders        with       striding       steps       that       echo,      comes        with        him        his       chaos.       his        devastation.        his         callous.             DEATH.      TERROR.              all,       so       corruptly         formed        into       he       that          constructs        them        within        his       very      nature        of        being,         and       executes         them        with         his        will        of          demand        as        he        deemed         fitting.

          hail       to        it...      HAIL!        FOR        THE       HOUR       OF       HIS      JUDGMENT        HAS      COME!             forth       he       goes,       wondering        with       all       his       intent;        this        terror.      and      two       of        very       living       souls,         with       morality         and         valor        stand        upon         his        path.        guards.         innocent,       they        are.       protecting      as        they      should.        but       they       block        him.        and       they       will       remain      to       do       so,          until         his        judgment        is         passed.         DEATH.            from        the        darkness        he        emerged.        from        behind       them,        he       made        his       advance,        and         behold        himself         as       the       creature         of       a       man       he       is        as       he       bared         these         capable          hands        with        that        of        which        was        strapped       to       his        thigh.        a        knife,       treated       like       canine      teeth,       as       from       the     jaws       of        the      sheath        it       was       drawn,       and       with       all       the       same       swift,        graceful        motion,         his        other       hand       rose      to       clamp        down       to        hold        this      forsaken      soul      in        place;       like      a       claw      from      the      depths      of      hell      sinking      into       their      very        fate.       through         the      sharpness      of       cold,      cruel      steal        came      across      flesh      of       the      neck,      and      indeed       their        fate      sealed      as      death       took.     and      before       this       second      guard      could      react       properly,      the       same        action       was       executed       once       more.       a       clasping       hand.        a        slice        to        the       throat.          DEATH        TAKE        THEIR        SOULS.

          down       he       allowed      these       corpses         fall;      giving      them      no      respect       to       let       these       earthly       bodies      to      rest       down      easily       to        the       ground         within      his       hold.           THEY      DESERVED       NO       SUCH       THING.          not       to     him.       they      were      utterly      pathetic,       unable      to      do     their     duty.      so,     upon       the      dirt       they        will       remain.     with     their     dead       vessels,      he      mocked      further,       cleaning       the      blood      upon      the      blade      by      wiping      it       upon       their      clothing,      allowing       them     to       take      back     what       little       remained      of      them.     into      the     jaws       of       the      sheath,        the      knife       returned.           turning,      without       further       delay,      into      the      facility,      he      went.      steps      echoing     once      more;          here      trails     on      the      devil.          with       his        pale      ruby       gaze      slowly      studying,          remaining       aware.     taking      mind      to     every       surrounding.      in     the     midst      of     such,      halt      came     to      his      steps.     alone....     he     wasn’t     alone.     another      presence.      it       wasn’t      intended.      expected.      a      sixth      sense??     nothing      of       the     sort.          merely       experience.         it’s      by      that,      here      he     knew       it        is.      to        it,       he’d       adapt,       nonetheless.      and      respond.             ❝    ---------------          do       you       plan       to       get       in       my       way??    ❞ @pretendcr      ❤ ‘ed

[ancientxthunder-blog]

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✞ - for my muse to talk about somebody’s death { @pretendcr }

In his eyes shines the color of the sun, golden rays of liquid light.He sees these noble hues, and he’s reminded of the long strands of halcyon.The way they warm the land each morning at dawn.Once they were full of life,kindness, modesty,of a glee he will never dare to forget.He’s the only one of the two that bears the same eyes of his mother.And it pains Ramuh, it pains Ramuh so much, regret pierces his old bones like rotten nails,as if remorse were and illness,and he can only watch and remember.How can the Astrals judge mortals for their sins for they are not free of mischief themselves?Words aren’t needed. The Son knows them all, he knows the truth, he know them by heart,because his desire of vengeance runs deep.And the Deity understands. He understands the hatred, the pain, but he can not condone. (As he could not let his brother free from the Underworld cradling his beloved in his arms, bringing the darkness to the surface, as he could not do anything but try even if he understood, love, hate, pain, he could comprehend all of that(but still fought)and he regrets, he regrets that time he did nothing but watch as Titan closed the door on her, that one act the started it all.)Sometimes, when the blessed one calls him, when he shields him from his own power with his palm, he let his gaze wander where their body lie; fire and stone, smoke slowly elevating from where the wound is still gaping, slowly meeting the clouds above.When he sees Ardyn, he sees Eos, and his heart aches.