#tactition

[yen-doodles-blog]

I’m a little late, but I just got Fire Emblem: Awakening and I’m in love. Here’s a pretty Chrom with my Robin <3

[lunabrae]

" thank you. " although ignis scientia surely had better things to do than dote on the oracle, he does it anyway. she accepts the teacup in welcome palms, plucked from the saucer he'd set it down on. in the time she takes to savor the warmth in her fingertips, she admires the china.

of course, everything at the citadel was nice. lucis's economy far surpassed tenebrae's in strength. every room laid freshly waxed, so sleek even the intricate marbling of the stone was visible. everything shared a sort of uniformity. black and gold, black and silver. except for a lining, most lucian design favored simplicity as a form of elegance. the teacup in her hand however, did not. lacquered nails drag along embellishments, twisting vines and stems in decoration that blossomed under her touch. an antique, surely from the reign of a king past.

to know lunafreya nox fleuret had a hobby of flower arranging was no deep dive. tabloids loved to write on it. large spreads of her rumored bouquets, designs for the manor's gardens. perhaps the only topic inoffensive to both tenebrae and niflheim was her personal life, and even then it felt a short leash. to know her was just as impersonal as the unknown of her, for she is a symbol of hope, forever sparkling + pristine. still, he took the effort to know her. this much brings a warm smile to her face.

lunafreya doesn't beckon him to sit, or usher him to relax. such would be a disservice to him. she knows well the role the two of them played, and the class divides between them. she knew of the pride of his family. to serve her came his pride. an unspoken agreement. " tis a welcome sight to see you so well, ignis. " her neck follows him around the room, words as sincere and caring as the feelings behind them. she speaks as if they were close friends catching up, like it hadn't been 12 years. like a war hadn't wrenched them apart. like they weren't only acquaintances by circumstance. " you've grown so tall and handsome. how is your mother ? " / @tactition

[ohchosen]

     IT'S NOTHING BUT A DIVIDE OF SPACE,   a  pass  of  air,  a  simple  feint.  the  prince’s  fist  gleams  seamlessly  past  ignis’  bespectacled  head,  clearing  well  past  his  aimed  mark  and  throwing  his  center  of  gravity  wholly  off  balance.  were  his  shield  here,  he’d  certainly  have  his  head,  missing  a  mark  like  that  so  easily  –   but  ignis’  calm  and  poised  stance  shows  no  reason  to  fret. 

     however, his  leniency  ends  there. before  noctis  can  draw  breath,   he  finds  his  momentum  being  used  against  him,  rotating  on  the  ball  of  his  feet  to  answer  for  the  sudden  motion  but  still  finding  the  other  triumphant  in  kicking his feet out from under him. his back hits the mat with an air of finality, echoing out his defeat to the empty ceilings of the training room and for the spectacle of the pair occupying it.

     the hollow silence lingers, subtle breaths shifting between the two it’s only reprieve. from here noctis can see only ignis, light eclipsed in halo behind his head. there’s always been a gentle sort of beauty to him, constant, unshifting, familiar — what hovers above him now borders itself on divinity. headlong gaze trails past the radiant green of his eyes, taking in the curved musculature of his stature — honed as closely as his own all these years.

     the spectacle is over before noctis can entertain any more thought of having grand dedications built in his name, and @tactition is quick to offer a ready hand to an already winded prince. he follows suit, sheepish in his own aftermath & averting his gaze to spare himself any dignity that remains. what resides is a simple, quiet utterance :

                              " y - yeah— um… nice pin, specs. "

from loud & deafening silence prompts .

[usagimen]

        “It’s a gift for the Tidemother” the warmth of her tone is shrouded in devotion, melancholic in stature as if wistful amongst the bright day. All come to gather, lovingly perfuming the air of Altissia in flowers, crowns of petals that adorn all, a smile that is brisk only to be expected of the messenger. “Such luck, the royal party comes to join us while the air is ignited in apprehension about King && Oracle” without hesitation, Sayuri reaches to grasp a single lily, silver as it sways from her own halo.

             “Here, join us - these proceedings oversee a long && happy life, now the Goddess of the Seas will regard you in her slumber” 

// @tactition (s.c.)

[thinktopsideofthebox]

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[thinktopsideofthebox]

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[thinktopsideofthebox]

#thinktopsideofthebox #sixsenses #nonsense #tactition #photooftheday #love