PROPHETIC ❴ TEARS. ❵

                     ❝  –––––––––––  Are you traveling out here all by yourself?  ❞

˜”*°•. &. ☽ @fatedefined || ♡

          there is no point in veiling the truth when it is clear she is all by herself. alone. such a familiar, yet cold word, hollowed out like a gaping black hole, consuming her whole, no matter how large the holy love she is given. still, she wonders what it is like to have company during her travels ( dangerous as they may be, though ). be surrounded with laughter and warmth, ebullient and bright, much like a certain prince is — yet, all she can do is wonder.

         the fragrance fills her nose as she rummages through the basket brimming with different untrimmed flowers and picks a solitary one, not by chance. holding it aloft in-between her thumb and index finger, lunafreya snips the stalk, lets the unfortunate portion fall away on the grass. carefully, gracefully, she knots the silken flower along the coarse twine, intent on filling the final vacant space until it’s a lovely arrangement of violet.

         ❛ how very becoming of him, to continue the tradition like so. what was your mother’s name then? ❜ she casts a cursory glance sideways, notes the sylleblossom flower crown cradled in iris’s hands. ( once upon a time, there was a crown, the crown of tenebrae, made with those same dainty flowers. ) the corners of lunafreya’s mouth quirk, smile elongating. ❛ oh! very pretty. i have finished as well. ❜

         she lifts her handiwork up and arranges it so that it.rests on top of iris’s head.

         ❛ —there. ❜

                                        ❝ well — would you believe me if i told you i graduated at the academy within a year ?? blackbelt && all … ❞   there’s a flush of red in her cheeks ; not of embarrassment of course , but simply because daphne knew the blonde hadn’t been expecting this kind of an answer .  

                                         rolling up the sleeves of her purple top , she lets out a small chuckle . ❝ don’t worry , i know what i’m doing .  let’s start with something simple … like throwing a punch !!  it’s pretty simple once you get the hang of it  &&  it’s kind of an easy way to let creeps know you’re not a damsel in distress . ❞  taking a deep breath , the redhead puts both hands on her waist .  ❝ c’mon , try punching me — && don’t worry , i’ll be good !!  i just wanna see what you can do && how you do it . ❞

          ❛ that is quite remarkable. ❜ 

          of course, there has never been any doubt from the very beginning that she’s in capable hands, otherwise she wouldn’t have sought daphne’s assistance. ( truth be told, she didn’t know who else would kindly agree and have the time afforded to do so. noctis is far from reach with his own obligations and ravus is always being stolen away by the empire ... ) finally, finally being able to learn self-defense techniques lends a sort of palpable excitement in the air, toes curling in ardent anticipation. as much as she’s loath to confess, she knows she can easily be overcome by a punishingly strong grip no matter the divine blood running deep inside her.

          because it’s happened before.           —— and it could happen again.

          ( general glauca’s violent fury is impossible to forget. cruel metal against vulnerable flesh. the blaze of pain. angry red bruises blooming, sure to turn purple. )

          if only she’d received this lesson in her younger years, much good may it do to her though.

❝ you’re very good, ❞ notes she, earnestly. ❝ people just don’t understand how to take care of flowers properly anymore. sometimes they get overwatered, sometimes they don’t receive enough sunlight, and my favorite, of course, sometimes they just don’t care enough. ❞ kneeling down, she takes action with fixing up her florals on another side of the growing patch. 

❝ it’s nice to see someone who knows what they’re doing. maybe i am wrong, maybe you don’t know what you are doing, but you’ve surpassed many guests of mine. ❞

@fatedefined​

          ‘ maybe you don’t know what you are doing. ‘ — while the remark is neither here nor there, fleeting at best, there is a part of her that is almost offended by it nevertheless. of course i do, she wants to say. it’s petty, she knows as soon as the thought emerges, but no one else tends to the thousands of flowers of tenebrae ( deep blue, a hue darker than the sky ) except her. but like many other things, she doesn’t mention it, and instead lets out a soft laugh.