#sophoi

[caelitis-blog1]

@sophoi || x

    The stern expression he’d forced upon himself falters -- & he looks upon her simply dumbfounded for a moment. Honestly, even Noctis hadn’t expected his humour to go unnoticed. In a sense, joking proved an escape ; an awkward distraction from the ambience. Somehow, he prefers this -- when she can be herself, with no repercussions -- & no immediate responsibilities. Then again, he could say the same for himself.

    An arm rises when she leans forward ; instinctively bends -- & he awkwardly scratches at the back of his neck. Looking something betwixt embarrassed and bemused, Noctis turns his head ; averts his gaze, but glances back moments later. “ Yeah, you’re ... probably right. ” Can’t quite bring himself to own up to the fact it’d been a joke ; for his sake, or hers. “ -- I could try, but Gladio’s probably better for that sorta thing. ”

[cavalierfiorito]

Edizesàmen emeoutón.... ( interrogai me stesso)

Eraclito

[ofsilverguns-blog]

@sophoi said: ARE U KINK SHAMING HIM

IN THE NAME OF YOUR MOTHER

[scientian-blog]

@sophoi ▞ a place between

Iggy! Ignis!

Someone had been calling his name, but it sounds so far away now--a distant murmur heard from underwater, drowned by the bellow of a rushing tide. His vision had turned black and red and white, like a thousand tiny stars exploding behind his eyelids at once, but now it gives way to a pale, calm colour he has no name for right away.

Ignis never really believed in a light at the end of the tunnel; he had assumed dying would, ideally, be instantaneous in the final moment. He doesn’t want it dragged out. If he has to die, he doesn’t want to think about who he left behind, what many things he had left to do. He doesn’t want to think about whether or not it meant anything--if Noct was all right, if he’d done his job properly--not now that he can’t do anything about it. Let it be black or white; dead or not dead. Ignis doesn’t like ambiguity.

But dying light or simple fever dream, he finds himself here... and soon, he realises he is not alone, either. He moves toward them in slow strides, as if walking through water. Snatches of sound still reach him from somewhere far off--the roar of water, cries of terror, his friends’ voices somehow clearer above the commotion--but for now, he is focused on whoever else seems to be with him in this place between. Even more so when he realises who she is.

“Lady Lunafreya?” He doesn’t know whether to kneel or not, an uncertainty most unusual to him. “Where...?”

[starsdefied]

@sophoi | starter call

   -- “Gentiana turned up in my office to spout poetic nonsense again. I begin to suspect she does it simply to unnerve me. Can you please request that she at least do this when I am not attempting to command an army?”    An imploring sort of look.

[mercuriix-blog]

hi hi my name is ivy and i am currently putting my classical piano training to use by learning the entirety of the ffxv piano collections !!!!! because i'm trashy as fuck and this goddamn game is consuming my life tbh

LET ME LOVE YOU@sophoi

hello ivy, i’m kit and i’m honestly ridiculously impressed by that! i’m always a slut for piano final fantasy music, like they’re on my actual writing playlists. YOU ARE DOING GOOD FINE WORK AND I SALUTE YOU

[oracleborn-archive]

sophoi replied to your video: wait till the end…

u better lawyer up cus i’m SUING U FOR THIS

my lawyer shall be @daemonslae, because it was hannah who showed me this video, which then lead to me making this video because i thought ‘who better than myself to be the cause of my pain and suffering’