#ravusnightblossom

[ruinedbycatastrophe]

@ravusnightblossom liked the idea of a ball/gala thread!

It's not every day one gets to go to a gathering such as this. And it is also not every day one fidgets with his glass of wine twice over as his eyes flickered across the room. He didn't mean to stare, after all it had been some time since he had left his tower and he was not used to people let alone crowds of them. Although, he tried to look presentable. Welcoming. He remembered how to do it but it felt like someone else. Someone who was sure of himself, someone who knew what they wanted, had everything at his fingertips. Gale frowned and left his wine on the table next to him. Maybe he should go. Leave. He made an appearance, that was enough. Maybe some fresh air. Out on the balcony was better. Calmer. He took a deep breath. Hearing footsteps, he turned slightly. "Ah. You are seeking shelter from the storm as well?"

[apalestar]

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@ravusnightblossom from Send in 📜

Astarion: I slept for almost 12 hours but I might still be tired so lets go for 12 more just incase. Ravus: Astarion, that's a coma. Astarion: Sounds festive.

[xkuja]

@ravusnightblossom sent: No explanation or context given, he sets a plate of fresh-baked strawberry teacakes in front of Kuja. *Enjoy.* 🍓

|| || The unexpected gift left Kuja momentarily surprised. While he certainly considered himself deserving of gifts, the rarity of people offering him consumables was not lost on him. In his worldview, jewelry was often deemed to be worn once or twice, a fleeting adornment. In contrast, a teacake, once devoured, became a part of the eater's being.

...Preferably not a part of their hips, but alas that was one of the facts of life he held little sway over.

"Currying favor, are we, Majesty~?" Kuja quipped, a light-hearted jab toward that subtle political dance commonly embedded in such gestures. "Am I to presume you made these?"

[dragcnlxrd]

@ravusnightblossom continued from x

⋞⁘♔⁘⋟      As Lysander described the cave that was in mention, Ravus paused his beginning footsteps. Head tilted, he looked toward the young man with contemplation. He liked his cabin. Yet, a deep cavern filled with ice crystals and other native fauna was also inviting. Both possibilities offered him a level of comfort that Ravus would be satisfied with, so it hardly mattered where they ended up.

“I suspect where I implied contains a vastly greater number of soft surfaces, yet…” A soft hum resonated as Ravus stared off into the distance, pensively. At times his disposition made it seem as though his focus or attention were faint, but in truth, it was the precise opposite. Ravus saw everything.He gazed off, watching one of Ardyn’s redcaps chasing a squirrel through the treetops. He heard the bubbling sound of Luna’s pixies playing atop the surface of the lake, clear along it’s further embankments. Dryads rustled their parched leaves while a raven familiar let out a throaty croak in the skies above.

Eyes fell closed as the awareness overtook him and Ravus reveled in it for a breath or so. “Whichever you like. If you wish the cave then, lead onward…”

His lips curled just slightly in an almost-smile. Ah, of course. Those questions were so often amongst the first when it came to the inquiries of those from the human towns. “Yes,” he answered, opening his eyes to look toward Lysander. “All that you speak of.” Especially the unicorns. Ravus liked unicorns.  

"Well if you want cold then the cave it will be. Don't worry you'll find it comfy", he said with a smile as he moved to lead the stranger to his own little hideaway.

"Really?! Dragons!", he said a hint of childlike excitement in his voice as he lead the way. He'd always wanted to see a dragon. He'd seen bones before, bones that others had claimed to be that of dragons, or baby dragons but for all he knew they could just be bones from different animals pieced together.

The mere thought of all such creatures existing out there made him far to excitable and yet reality all but slammed into him as they reached the cave. The fact that these creatures existed was thrilling but why had he never seen one. Was this strange man merely pulling his leg? Jesting with him for some reason?

"If... if they're real then why have I never seen one? If these creatures are real why don't they show themselves? Gran always said there were redcaps in the forest and pixie and brownies but I've never seen one", he said as he made his way through the cave stopping to strike flint to rock in order to light a torch conveniently hidden.

The further into the cavernous cave the cooler it seemed to get. The flames caused the rock around them to almost sparkle. When he reached as deep as he would go he set the torch in a small holder.

The area around him was covered in a thick layer of hay with furs and cushions covering it, a small fire pit in the center of the decor. Lysander smiled and motioned for Ravus to have a seat. He himself flopped down on the furs and looked up at the cavern ceiling.

"Normally there are glow worms up there they make the darkness look as if there are stars in the sky. But I think they are sleeping during this time of the year. It looks amazing when they're glowing the water in the lake glows too", he said quietly.

[lacedaether]

@ravusnightblossom inquired: 🐻- Do you have any stuffed animals? - Munday meme

I have a lot of Final Fantasy plushies, if that counts? But I do also have other stuffed animals like my squishmallow and a couple of stuffed unicorns, because fight me, you're never too old for unicorns!!!

[leorugiet]

@ravusnightblossom​ liked for a small starter

Cor stands at the ready, hand upon his blade’s handle, knees bent, arms relaxed. He looks at the other before him, furious anger in his mismatched eyes. “Your hair is in your eyes.” Cor remarks. “You should take care of that if you wish to fight me. It’ll be a disadvantage.”

[sgarrigh]

@ravusnightblossom sent: “What did they do to you?” 

In any other case, he may have been pleased to see the other. For this moment he has no desire to see another winter fae until he died-preferably hundreds of years from now. Long enough to see things change for the better. Or at least until Niall shook the frost from his bones. He bares teeth at Ravus, eyes glinting in warning. It wouldn't be the wisest to rouse the younger to a fight in his state-but he wants to. The dangerous part of him perfectly at place in the dark wants a fight. To stem the rage still humming in blood that still darkens his hair. He would love nothing more than to deck either regent. As he can't, Ravus is the next best option.

"Oh piss off." Niall spits the words and blood on the ground. It covers his mouth where he'd bitten his tongue in a violent tremor. He needs to get rid of the taste. The tea in his mug is long gone. He'd broken the pot trying to pour himself more. It hadn't even splattered on him, just wet the floor with porcelain shards and ginseng. Keenan knew better by now than to stick around once it became clear he'd live. Niall reacted violently to any coddling, left alone with a roaring fire and heaps of blankets. His nose is bruised at best, bearing the distinct markings of being decked with a heavy set of rings. Gabriel's trademark that he'd once found so clever. His shirt still sticks with blood, now clotted and awkwardly frozen to him. A hot bath would do him well if he could get up. He'd tried, wanting to shove the overstuffed chair closer to fire, and wavered dangerously. Smarter, safer to wait until he healed enough to try again without keeling over. "What are you doing here anyway?"

[ofglaiveandguard]

@ravusnightblossom​

It wasn’t often that Titus spent time in Niflheim. He had a façade to maintain in Lucis, after all, the Captain of the Kingsglaive couldn’t keep up-and-disappearing without drawing attention. He had a few days to spare though. As far as the King knew, Titus was currently away on a hunting trip. A loyal soldier like him deserved some time off – Regis had practically ordered him to take some vacation.

It was ironic.

Whenever he was in the area, however, he would always make an effort to check in with the Nox Fleuret boy. He didn’t consider himself a sentimental man, but he wasn’t cruel, either. He had taken no pleasure in killing the Queen. She had been an unfortunate, but necessary casualty.

He saw no reason to make her children suffer.

Ravus, he’d been told, was in the training room. It seemed the boy was serious about rising through the ranks. He could understand it, in a way. It was better to be a soldier than a prisoner. The Empire could give Ravus purpose. It could give him the means to protect his sister. He was playing a game, Titus was sure of that, but what did he care? He was no different. He had no love for the Empire. They were just a means to an end.

He paused in the entrance of the training room, watching for a moment before making his presence known, the armour melting away to reveal his face. He didn’t show his face often – not in Niflheim, but he’d never seen a reason to hide it from Ravus. It wasn’t like he’d ever met the Captain, after all.

“I hear you’ve been making quite a name for yourself. You’ve certainly been busy since my last visit.”