#ravus anon

[stephicness]

Ravus strides into the room, long cloak brushing against the floor, with a slight huff he sits down beside you. Not saying a word he starts to scratch your back with his magitek arm, offering a bag of doritos with the other. "I've been told I'm dorito shaped. . ." There is a smirk playing on his lips as he comments with a sarcastic tone of voice.

A sidewards glance was given as a nervous chuckle escaped. Oh, shit. Did he heard about those silly little rumors about Ravus being shaped like a corn chip? She had hoped that he wouldn’t have heard about it, which only made it more awkward being confronted about it. She scratched her cheek and shrugged at his words. “Really? A Dorito? That’s kind of funny. I’ve never heard of that!”

She looked at the chips offered to her, making a small face before she took the cheesy chip and awkwardly held it in her fingertips. Cheese… So much cheese… Not really a big fan of the overwhelming amount of cheese people put on… Well, everything. She pursed her lips before she took the chip and slipped it between the commander’s lips. “There. A Dorito for the Dorito.”

[stephicness]

Ravus's boots announce his arrival as he approaches you, a rare smile crossing his lips as his eyes meet yours. Reaching his hands from behind his back he holds out a small platter that carries a simple cake that has been meticulously frosted and holds a single candle in the center. "Happy birthday, love" his greeting is soft but heartfelt as he tries not to show his anticipation for your reaction to his baking.

To be honest, she had to take a glance over her shoulder as the high commander stood for her. Was there someone else around her that she was being mistaken for…? A look over her shoulder, a spin around to do a full 360 degree look around, and alas – no one else. She stopped and looked down at the cake, then to Ravus, then back down at the cake. Quiet she was, for a good long moment as she fixated her gaze on the cake. And soon, her shoulders began to shake as she quickly pushed up her concentration glasses and huffed out her cheeks.

“Give me a sec, okay? You really caught me off guard with it…!” She had to pull her hands away after she pushed her glasses up into her hair, fanning her face as she felt tears rushing from her eyes as her lips pressed together as tight as they could to keep a dumb grin from taking over her face. To little avail, however, as she blew out the candle and looked up at the commander with a toothy smile and a teary face. “Thank you…! It’s so nice of you, that I’m- And you without warning just…!” She lets out a noise crossed between a grunt and a whimper before she leans forward with her forehead pressed against the commander’s chest. “Why you gotta be nice to me? You’re making it hard to word properly.”

[bonjovian]

Oh well... it does have a point of which hand it was on. In fact probably the finger too.

You see... Ravus put the Ring on his pinkie finger. Which is in ring sybolism relates to communication. Now... Ravus is a master class actor and manipulator, so it fits.

Also it being his left hand can be related to him doing all that stuff on his own accord (left hand can be a symbol of inside thoughts/willing decisions, while the right is for outside influence), in order to help his sister (+ tho resolve his revenge thingie).

*nod nod* I didn't know about the possible symbolism honestly! I just thought "Ah yeah, shot in the left arm 12 years ago, holds onto that grudge and blames Lucis, puts ring on ON the left arm as a 'you did this, this is my way of repaying that, you'll see I am the one who's worthy' aaaand then crispy"

And hell yeah speculative timeline and an oc who ties into his lore definitely counts as enjoying him to me!!! And fuck yeah, retconning Ravus's death gang 🤝 (and once you finish that drawing I would LOVE to see it!!!)

[stephicness]

As she placed the chip against his lips, Ravus blushed a bit being fed by a pretty lady was always a pleasing thought of his, chewing it slowly. He had imagined it to be something slightly more sophisticated than a chip but it was a pleasant notion still. "The Chancellor showed me this article and some pieces of art. . .I admit," he started pulling out another chip looking at it. "I can see some sort of resemblance. Better that being called a trash can."

“One man’s trash is another man’s treasure, as they say. I’m sure someone can appreciate trash, just like how someone can appreciate corn chips ruined by excessive amounts of cheese.” She grinned as she kicked her feet around, stuffing her hands underneath her thighs as she leaned back and balanced on her backside with her feet up. “You just gotta appreciate the art in everything, I guess. If some guy can get away with making a urinal a gallery piece, or another guy can call a can of his own shit ‘art’ as well, then trash and corn chips can be art too.” She looked up at Ravus, making a frame with her thumbs and pointer fingers and moving it over Ravus’s cheese-stained face. 

“See? Art of all kinds! Everyone’s a work of art in my eyes.”