#rescinae

[phylxrchus-archive]

....Tenebrair? Wtf. Too early for this. @rescinae

[daemonmade-blog]

rescinae replied to your post: QUICK REF SHEET || MUN & MUSE EDITION. repost ;...

((you’re norwegian?))

i am indeed !! :^)

[mercuryshot]

@rescinae​.

Being the oracle and constantly healing in order to keep the darkness at BAY was a heavy task indeed, plague and SICKNESS absorbing into own flesh and bone when carrying through the duty as clarified saint. Day after day, restoring, mending, curing faults in others, Lunafreya’s own health quickly began to DWINDLE — Limbs failed and body grew oh so tired just from getting up in the mornings. Membrane turned paler as rotting interior grew darker, pain slipping on the verge of some days being simpy unbearable. Because of this, it was hardly surprising that the former princess collapsed onto the ground during one of her regular sessions performing her duty, knees clashing onto the hard soil below when standing UPRIGHT became too much to handle.

One of her BETROTHED’s men had been sent out to temporarily watch over the former princess while she was healing those effected by the plague, the cameraman who Lunafreya very well remembered from her childhood after he saved Pryna, and he instantly knelt down to the fallen woman followed by scooping her into strong arms. The embrace was a welcomed RELIEF — When her regular partner wasn’t there to offer support, a helping hand from someone recalling the crestfallen oracle of a past when everyday life wasn’t LACED with melancholy caused the fraction of a SMILE to spread over sickly features. Slender arms gently locked around the sturdy neck, eyelids fluttering shut in an attempt to IGNORE prying eyes from the the citizens wondering what was wrong with their precious oracle.

“Thank you, dear Prompto. Could you per any chance help me get back to the mansion? I suspect I cannot be of anymore service today.”

his upbringing was far from anything to do with royalty. he had little experience with offensive & defensive techniques compared to the others, but his desire to be of service was no less than theirs. when he was approved to accompany Lunafreya on her healing session with the sick, he was overjoyed. there was a lot that Prompto didn’t understand as he was from a much lower social status, but he wanted his presence to play a meaningful part even if it was very minimal. 

Noctis was a dear friend to him so it was no surprise he wanted to be there by his side to support him on his journey. as for Lunafreya, she was also someone he would gladly risk his life for. he had admired her for years & meeting her was one of the top things he wanted to do before this trip ended. standing by in silence as he watched her heal only deepened his admiration. he had looked away for a second as he scanned the crowd for any suspicious behavior. it was then did he hear the gasps & saw the woman fall to her knees. immediately, he sprinted forward.

he isn't fast enough to stop her from hitting the ground but he is swift in scooping her up & calling through the crowd to make way for them. he was panting heavily, not from how much of a hurry he was in to get her to safety or from having to carry her, but from his own panic. her life was placed in his hands the moment he was assigned to guard her. he could never forgive himself if he failed his mission.  as quickly & as safe as he could, he got her back inside & out of public eye. he stopped at the entrance, unsure of where to take her. he didn’t have very much of the estate committed to memory yet & he’d rather her rest on something soft opposed to his arms. “w--which way’s your room? I’ll find a medic too!”

[ofhammerhead]

   out of all the times in her miserable life, Cindy just HAD to choose that one to be extremely LATE. she can already hear Crowe’s voice & Iris’ endless teasing. the sound of CLICKING heeled boots is everything the blonde can hear as she RUNS to the throne room in the Lucis’ MAGNIFICENT palace. two guards stop her on the way in, to which the mechanic answers with a TILT of her head.     ❛     So? Lemme in. I’m here to see the King and Lady Lunafreya. I’m one of her guardians !!     ❜     & as soon as she clears the situation, the blonde makes her very BEST to march inside the room with a smile on her lips. for once, she is PERFECTLY clean, free from all the oil stains and oh ! how excited she feels that she’ll be staying away from MOTORS for a while— her role would be so much GREATER now.

   BUT somehow, she can feel everyone’s eyes on her; with her head facing DOWN, she makes way to the stairs where her friends stood: ALL READY to start on their journey to the great Altissia.     ❛     Sorry...     ❜     is all she says once she’s close ENOUGH.

@arvious »» @daemonslae »» @rescinae plotted. ♥

[peltae-blog]

The white walls shimmered in the sunlight, as the echoing sound of footsteps rang through the hall’s air. fingers gripped the silvery hilt, flexing as she corssed paths with a few soldiers. their heads bowed in silent acknowledgement to the shield & a slight smile crossed her lips. should one desire an exchange though, she would make haste, for someone most important was to be met.

a quick scan showed the usual guards on their posts & she passed without any question. as she came to the door, it’s filigree details etched deeply into smooth alabaster, she raised her hand & rapped clothed knuckles against the cold surface, waiting for an answer.

@rescinae

[ofhammerhead]

Casually braids syllableblossoms into Cindy's hair.

   MORE OFTEN than not, whenever the group decided to CAMP, Cindy would be one of the first to make herself comfortable on their IMPROVISED bed and say her goodbyes to the other girls. OF COURSE, with that in mind, it wasn’t hard to know that she would always fall into a rather HEAVY slumber. in the end, during the course of the night, the Hammerhead’s mechanic would wake up once or twice, since the constant NIGHTMARES that haunted her peaceful soul didn’t seem to give her a break; HOWEVER, when sharing the warmth of that tent with her very best friends; GODS !! her heart grew bigger & somehow she knew it wasn’t such a big problem to face the UNCERTAIN future that awaited them.

   SOMETHING was different that night, though. she felt warm, soft HANDS move in between the curly golden locks of her hair; she didn’t mind them, knowing fully well whoever touched her with such CARE & LOVE couldn’t possibly mean any sort of harm. NO, oh no … instead of getting up and walk outside to push away the bad dreams, Cindy simply lets her body lay there; her mind drifting off to a land of DREAMS as a sleepy smile pulled at the corners of the blonde’s lips.

   & little does she know… that in the next morning when she wakes up, she will quite probably be KILLED by an angered crow— even if she doesn’t know WHY the blue flowers resting on her curls will be ENOUGH motive for a peaceful death.

[hellathanmoved-blog]

@rescinae

“ Hello, princess. I’m Ella. I’ve been hired to escort you to your next destination. Are you ready to leave? “