#sibylia

[ballisticshot-blog]

@sibylia

“hey luna, wanna see some great pics i’ve taken of noct?”

[nightarms-blog]

gently kisses him before lacing their fingers together. nothing more romantic than kissing under the stars.

                   noctis freezes when her lips touch his own, surprised by the action. they don’t really kiss a lot, unless spurred by a spark of emotion, so when it happens like this, noctis can’t help but become flustered ( even though he always is when they start getting affectionate ). holding hands is something he can do more comfortably, though. her fingers fit between his perfectly. noctis knows it’s cliche, but it feels like they were made for each other. 

                           “ luna ... ” he whispers, face bright red. “ ... what was that for ...? ”

[armigest]

@sibylia . STARTER ;

                  ❛    um, wait -- no, i got it.    ❜         noctis, the prince, royal blood in his veins, can only count the number of times he has cooked his own food on one hand. usually ignis insists on cooking for him and after a while he stopped arguing with the other and let him do as he pleases. that and ignis was a MUCH better cook. re reading the instructions one more time, boxed mac and cheese cannot be this hard, he can wield a sword so he can wield a pot, correct ?

[eclipscent-blog]

She’s accustomed to the regality of her past king who at times felt more uncle than ruler, knows where to pinpoint the nobility underneath Noctis’s winded gait despite the unkempt hair and hooded eyes. Grown with royalty yet not part of it herself, merely a spectator to a life lavish with efforts of generations before her. She isn’t the Shield her father was and her brother is, and gallant parties with people whose influences reached the sky only introduced her as a daughter and sister with no title of her own. 

Meeting the Oracle was an entirely new thing from sneaking into royal chambers to leave a fresh pack of clothes for a father who knew no rest and giving a courteous cursty at ballroom dances. Iris’s nervousness is evident in the jittery jumps of her boots, feet torn between staying still in contemplation and stepping back and forth to release an energy she can never contain. 

            ‘ O-oh! Lady Lunafreya...! It’s an absolute honour to meet you! After the news going around the radio we all feared the worst, but thank the gods you’re okay... I’m Iris Amicitia, by the way! Noct’s meathead Shield is my big brother. ’

@sibylia.

[nightarms-blog]

                   he kept his gaze locked on the fire. there was something different about writing in the journal as opposed to speaking to her face-to-face. there were the obvious differences -- he could think about what he wrote before writing it and he didn’t have to say it to her directly. but even though that was part of it, that didn’t quite hit the nail on the head. 

                            maybe it felt more comfortable to convey his feelings that way. maybe he just wanted to leave something physical to look back on when things got hard for them. in a way, he supposed he was moved to write something, but it wasn’t like he felt compelled or called on to write something. “ i’m not sure, ” noctis settled on.

                            there was just a feeling in the pit of his stomach ... one he couldn’t put a finger on. so he did what he normally did; he wrote to luna. wrote about how he loved her ( how he had missed her -- he didn’t have to miss her anymore ). he reflected on what they had been through thus far, how he couldn’t comprehend everything going on around him ... how she grounded him. how thankful he was for her presence to keep him centered on earth.

                            “ just ... glance over it, at least, ” he mumbled, not wanting to hang on for such feelings for much longer. at least, if luna could hear his thoughts, a weight was lifted off his shoulders. but he couldn’t help feeling awful for making her shoulder burdens meant for him. // @sibylia from here