Sleep; My Tarnished Silver

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[tarnishedsilvcr]

From X || @rogueoracle

Luna’s hands were cool against his skin, and he didn’t fight her when she led him to sit. When she left him, he slouched until his flesh elbow came to rest on his knee. The other he let hang between his knees, then held his head with one hand. Perhaps he felt this way because he hadn’t slept well the last few nights. He was tired and heavy, and where his arm met metal hurt.

Ardyn had been around, and taunting at him, muttering nonsense and threats. That was was clearly insane, which made it all the harder fot Ravus to ignore, or to sleep, for that matter. He wasn’t entirely sure he wouldn’t he murdered in his sleep just because Ardyn had a whimsy to do so. Or for him to hurt Lunafreya.

“By the Six,” he sighed. 

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Gently taking his organic hand, Lunafreya guided him over to a nearby couch. "Sit down, I'll be right back with some blankets."

@rogueoracle

Luna’s hands were cool against his skin, and he didn’t fight her when she led him to sit. When she left him be slouched until his flesh elbow came to rest on his knee. The other he let hang between his knees, then held his head with one head. Perhaps he felt this way because he hadn’t slept well the last few nights. He was tired and heavy, and where his arm met metal hurt.

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"Ravus...What are you doing here?"

@rogueoracle

Ravus stood in the doorway of the suite of rooms Luna occupied when she was free from her duties. He didn’t remember how he got there, and his hair and coat were soaked from the rain he’d walked through to get there.

Hearing Luna’s voice drew him out of the daze, and his heterochromatic eyes came into focus to look at her. His left eye, turned purple since the attachment of his magitek arm, squinted in the light of the room beyond, and his head ached.

“Lunafreya... I was..” he looked behind himself, then back at her, but remained silent. Confused.

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Also, will try to get around to answering the asks in Ravus’s inbox XD

Most of them are a year or more old, but if there’s still interest in them, there they will be

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I was asked what Ravus’s favorite food is.

Ravus: pancakes.

You didn’t have to think about that at all, huh?

Ravus: Nope.

@leorugiet

[tarnishedsilvcr]

“........”

It’s raining, and Ravus is standing out in it with a dark expression on his face.

[tarnishedsilvcr]

Somehow Ravus got popular recently lol

I’ve had several follows here in the last week.

Maybe I’ll get around to writing some with him.

[mistress-light]

T H E   B E G I N N I N G   A N D   T H E   E N D

Gifset requested by: anonymous

[caelumfleuret]

AND THEN THEY ALL LIVED HAPPILY EVER AFTER

[leorugiet]

@tarnishedsilvcr​ continued from here

A quick glance in the mirror at his own reflection, checking that his hair was in order, and he froze at the sound of the crashing of furniture. While the funeral had been days ago, he had missed it, as much as he missed her own death. Totally unaware. A sinking feeling pushing into the pit of his stomach. Princess Lunafreya seemed perhaps happy to see him again, but the Prince…?

He’s unsurprised to hear he’s in his mother’s room. It would probably still smell like her, and be full of memories of her. Carefully he steps in, holding a small gift in his arm, unsure if Ravus will take it. 

“Your highness…” Leo whispered. “It’s been a while.” Luna still called him Uncle, although he recalled Ravus hardly did the same anymore, coldly calling him ‘Leo’ and nothing more. “I wish I had come at less dreadful times.”

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Ravus was no expecting the door to open in the middle of his wreckage and for of rage. He thought it was Luna, she always seemed to know when he was about to break down.

Tearful silver eyes turned on the door, and the boy felt his face heat with shame. Leo. Was he going to admonish him for his fit, for breaking things for no better reason than he missed his mother?

He clenched his jaw, tightening his grimace so his lip wouldn’t quiver. Sullen and lost was the look he bore. Who cares anyway? He wasn’t the important one anyway, Lunafreya was. What did it matter if he was a delinquent behind closed doors? A brat or unruly or...

He snatched up a piece of splintered wood and hurled it at the wall beside the door. It gouged the paint of the wall and knocked a painting from its hook.

Leave me alone, he wanted to say, but the words would not come.

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I was asked what Ravus’s favorite food is.

Ravus: pancakes.

You didn’t have to think about that at all, huh?

Ravus: Nope.

@leorugiet

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Breaking things in a rage was the only thing Ravus could do when grief for his mother threatened to overwhelm him.

He’d been in an empty, prettily decorated sitting room, how he got there he wasn’t sure. He had been in a fog, and then some stray scent caught his attention. He had reminded him of his mother...

He missed her—the vase holding a fake bouquet shattered on the far wall. He needed her back—the table flipped, the top cracked. And nothing—a chair splintered under his fists—would ever—the love seat flung against the stone hearth, stuffing springing out from tears—matter again.

His knuckles burned and were bleeding, he planted and growled his anger, trying to sustain it, to force back the tears. Ravus searched around for something else to break when the door opened.

[unworthychosenone]

The boy flinched again when Ravus kicked the table. What could he do to help? Why did the other insist on denying him? He was just a kid, one who was scared and scarred and didn’t know how to do anything to help someone who was grieving. His father he could hug when missing his mother became to much. He doubted the light haired boy would accept a hug but maybe he could try.

Noctis didn’t want to pity him. He wanted to convey that he felt genuine sorrow for the loss of the other prince’s mother. She had been so kind and caring and Noct was truly saddened by her loss. Luna was mourning in her own way, pushing herself to become the best Oracle she could be to honor the mother she lost. And Ravus seemed to be bottling it up too much.

When the older boy slid to the floor Noct slowly rolled closer. Even if he acted like he’d rather be alone, the younger wanted to give him comfort. Or at least try. So he hesitantly reaches out and wrapped his arms around Ravus’ shoulders.

“Please don’t get mad. I just.. I want you to know that you can talk to me. Even if it’s just yelling about how it’s all my fault.” He’d take that for the other’s sake. “You shouldn’t keep yourself from feeling. Dad says it’s okay to cry when you’re sad.”

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I can’t. He thought. Even if Ravus wanted to talk—he couldn’t speak. His voice was choked off by emotion, and he nearly couldn’t think in coherent sentences.

Ravus flinched from the touch at first, turning his head away in shame at his tears. He hated himself that the boy’s actions were soothing but also tore at his emotional wounds.

More tears fell, and he shook with the effort to control his sobs. The flood had begun, but how could he stop it? Would it ever stop? How can this kind of emotional hurt ever hope to heal?

It wasn’t only that he’d survived because she sacrificed herself. It was that he watched her do it, Ravus wasn’t strong enough to have protected her, and she’d died in the midst of a burning battlefield, and he had watched her breathe her last breath. The smell of smoke and blood still lingered in his memory, haunting him in his dreams.

So wrapped up in the cycle of guilt and grief as he was, he didn’t realize he’d slumped further, on his rump and leaning into the embrace Noctis gave him. He’d covered his face, or clutched at his hair alternately.

[tarnishedsilvcr]

The typos I have today are astounding

Also, I’ve been watching the new Star Wars stuff. Young Ravus reminds me poignantly of Kylo Ren. Hmmm.

[tarnishedsilvcr]

Breaking things in a rage was the only thing Ravus could do when grief for his mother threatened to overwhelm him.

He’d been in an empty, prettily decorated sitting room, how he got there he wasn’t sure. He had been in a fog, and then some stray scent caught his attention. He had reminded him of his mother...

He missed her—the vase holding a fake bouquet shattered on the far wall. He needed her back—the table flipped, the top cracked. And nothing—a chair splintered under his fists—would ever—the love seat flung against the stone hearth, stuffing springing out from tears—matter again.

His knuckles burned and were bleeding, he planted and growled his anger, trying to sustain it, to force back the tears. Ravus searched around for something else to break when the door opened.

[unworthychosenone]

Noctis was still recovering from his injury, the one that brought them to Tenebrae. The one that led to the beautiful manor being desecrated and Queen Sylva being murdered. They managed to get Luna and Ravus our but the young boy felt responsible for what happened. All because they had tried to heal him.

As the prince wheeled himself along he heard the sound of things breaking behind one of the doors. It scared him a little but he wanted to know if it was an intruder so he knew whether to call a guard or not. But upon opening the door and seeing Ravus standing among the wreckage he felt a pang of sadness. Noctis knew why he did this and it made his heart hurt.

“R-Ravus?” The boy spoke softly, kindly. “Would you like to talk?” He wanted to help. He wanted to be the older boy’s friend.

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Ravus jumped sharply in surprise, spinning to see who had entered. The waining flame of rage reignited when his eyes landed on Noctis. He was the reason this all happened, and his mother was dead because of him.

Ravus’s normally pale face reddened with his rage. The words were stuck inside though. The sliver haired boy was shaking as he bared his teeth at Noctis. The wreckage of the chair he broke was by his hand, the splintered chair leg would be an ideal weapon if he—

“Go away.” He words were growled out with so much effort Ravus felt breathless. His hand twitched toward the splintered furniture, but instead of brandishing it at the prince, Ravus threw it as hard as he could at the wall, knocking a paining from the wall.

[unworthychosenone]

Noctis didn’t want to admit it but he was scared. Ravus was so different from before; more hostile and hateful. It made him sad knowing the boy he’d looked up to so much now hated him. The prince wanted to fix it but doubted he could.

Despite trying to appear brave the child flinched as the item knocked a painting to the floor, cracking the ornate frame around it. His father wasn’t going to be happy to see all the damage done to the room. Clarus would have garula.

“I’m sorry.” Noctis looked at his wheels to avoid the older boy’s glare. “I know you’ll never forgive me and you’ll hate me forever. But I’m sorry for what happened. I-If Dad has just let me go we never would’ve been there and you’d still have your mom.”

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Irrationally, seeing Noctis flinch made him Ravus more angry. This precious, innocent, protected whelp, he thought poisonously, what could you possibly be afraid of? No one would let so much as a wasps sting you—let an entire kingdom fall just to protect you!

The words never passed his lips but his foot collided with the overturned table, further breaking it. And the boy’s words crashed over him like icy ocean waves, tryouts no to douse his rage with pitying words. Pity.

Ravus kicked the table again with a shout, his chest tight and his face burning with shame, vision blurred with tears. Why wasn’t he, prince of Tenebrae, worthy of such protection? Why? Why did his mother have to die?

The next shout wasn’t so much rage, but the cry of a wounded thing. He tried to hold to the fire, kicking out at anything in his path, but his legs shook as his grief finally threatened to overtake all. He wanted to flee, didn’t want to be seen, but that infernal boy was between him and escape.

He sank to one knee, the other, hands clenched on the broken legs of the table to steady himself, and sobbed pitifully, eyes squeezed shut against the flood of tear.

[tarnishedsilvcr]

Breaking things in a rage was the only thing Ravus could do when grief for his mother threatened to overwhelm him.

He’d been in an empty, prettily decorated sitting room, how he got there he wasn’t sure. He had been in a fog, and then some stray scent caught his attention. He had reminded him of his mother...

He missed her—the vase holding a fake bouquet shattered on the far wall. He needed her back—the table flipped, the top cracked. And nothing—a chair splintered under his fists—would ever—the love seat flung against the stone hearth, stuffing springing out from tears—matter again.

His knuckles burned and were bleeding, he planted and growled his anger, trying to sustain it, to force back the tears. Ravus searched around for something else to break when the door opened.

[unworthychosenone]

Noctis was still recovering from his injury, the one that brought them to Tenebrae. The one that led to the beautiful manor being desecrated and Queen Sylva being murdered. They managed to get Luna and Ravus our but the young boy felt responsible for what happened. All because they had tried to heal him.

As the prince wheeled himself along he heard the sound of things breaking behind one of the doors. It scared him a little but he wanted to know if it was an intruder so he knew whether to call a guard or not. But upon opening the door and seeing Ravus standing among the wreckage he felt a pang of sadness. Noctis knew why he did this and it made his heart hurt.

“R-Ravus?” The boy spoke softly, kindly. “Would you like to talk?” He wanted to help. He wanted to be the older boy’s friend.

[tarnishedsilvcr]

Ravus jumped sharply in surprise, spinning to see who had entered. The waining flame of rage reignited when his eyes landed on Noctis. He was the reason this all happened, and his mother was dead because of him.

Ravus’s normally pale face reddened with his rage. The words were stuck inside though. The sliver haired boy was shaking as he bared his teeth at Noctis. The wreckage of the chair he broke was by his hand, the splintered chair leg would be an ideal weapon if he—

“Go away.” He words were growled out with so much effort Ravus felt breathless. His hand twitched toward the splintered furniture, but instead of brandishing it at the prince, Ravus threw it as hard as he could at the wall, knocking a paining from the wall.

[tarnishedsilvcr]

Breaking things in a rage was the only thing Ravus could do when grief for his mother threatened to overwhelm him.

He’d been in an empty, prettily decorated sitting room, how he got there he wasn’t sure. He had been in a fog, and then some stray scent caught his attention. It had reminded him of his mother...

He missed her—the vase holding a fake bouquet shattered on the far wall. He needed her back—the table flipped, the top cracked. And nothing—a chair splintered under his fists—would ever—a love seat flung against the stone hearth, stuffing springing out from tears—matter again.

His knuckles burned and were bleeding, he panted and growled his anger, trying to sustain it, to force back the tears. Ravus searched around for something else to break when the door opened.

[tarnishedsilvcr]

Anyone interested in a raging, teenage Ravus, breaking things and trying not to break down?