ノクティス・ルシス・チェラム 「ノクト」

@inartibus​ 

     The endlessness of the conflict & darkness overwhelms even the chosen; heaviness of the burden pressed against the cracked & worn pavement beneath the skies dyed in decade’s worth of obsidian. Though, the light is what is harnessed by his abide & command, but there’s another source that stirs & revitalizes his very soul. Founded & preserved in spite of the hardships that should have torn this loyal individual asunder whose sacrifices & efforts deserves to be rewarded with the entire universe if it was feasible. The crown he wears, but even he is stricken with worries & wonders on the perfect present to give to Ignis, the irreplaceable soul in his life.

    Soon, his path is to arrive at where he requested for Ignis’ presence. Atop one of the hills within the secured area, so probability of daemons to intervene are low ( for now ). Already has the infamous & memorable blue moon returned to her own slumber, but perhaps her grace to know the significance of this date & stars have come out to peek as if a knowing audience over the two individuals. With the ( badly ) wrapped gift tucked behind his back, hopefully not a rustle to expose his purpose. ❝Sorry, limited choices on where we can go,❞ apologies towards Ignis, but fortunate they’ve had their fair share of roughing it out that anywhere will make do. He still does rue such misfortune that was impossible to prevent to impose his absence of ten years’ worth. The burdens Ignis has had to bear & endure, when already he’s done so much than hundreds people’s worth in comparison by his standards & beliefs.

     Fully awakened, laden with memories that have replayed in his mind over & over; it persists to cloud his mind with the hope & wish that time was on their side for once. Chances to overrule the prophecy still obscured, but neither will retreat from the path.

If he doesn’t live --- if they don’t live…..

     Shame on him, to cater mirthless thoughts when this occasion is special & breath drawn in swiftly in the act of discarding them for the meantime as midnight blue-colored irises gaze upon the brunet opposite him. To properly appreciate & worship him; his heart eases & swells to see him alive, hear his familiar accented voice & know he’s real. Nervousness knot within his throat, obviously wanting to make sure to make Iggy happy during the time they have. Smile partitioned in preparation to speak ( yes he sort of tried to put together a special message ), but alas emotions throttle his voice with a shaky chuckle. ❝Gods, I don’t wanna suck at this --- but, missed out on ten years’ worth of your birthday Iggy.❞ Ten years without you.

     Shuffle against the soil & gravel, but he finally presents the hand-wrapped parcel, it wasn’t an impressive size, but the sentimental value is incomparable. Before he allows himself to fumble, Noct reaches to take in the familiar, firm & homely hands to press the present into them, ❝Took a while to get my hands on these --- actually was afraid that they’d be entirely gone, but by some stroke of luck, I was able to find these,❞ explanation in his breathy murmurs as he unfolded the edges of the wrapping paper & settled within is precious seeds. In appearance, one would fear they’ve grown dormant due to its seemingly dried state. ❝Our lives may be more fragile than we’d hope, but memories can’t die especially if we continue to hold on to them,❞

      ❝--- these are the seeds of the flowers we used to smell & pick when we were kids, Iggy.❞ finally to reveal the essence of his present, rare in this time & age due to the devastation that has invaded across the terrains & Insomnia long overrun with ruin that the gardens there surely have long passed. But, as he tries to convey, what is precious & stored in their hearts will never truly die, even if the individual may no longer be physical present in the world. ❝It’s possible that garden can come back to life,❞ only hold on to the enlightening thoughts; purge the despair because honestly, they’ve had enough of it.   

ooc: I heard positivity going on the dash & I apologize for my disappearance again --- I’ve been sick, I still am.....I hate these coughs so damn much like it’s literally the only thing currently wrong with me rn jdeoidjeodj. 

BUT, to the following I love & will fight for!!!!!!!!!!!!

@inartibus​, @moonichor​, @ignominiy​, @folna​, @swcrdlily​, @lockethart​

Next installment will be me GUSHING WALLS OF TEXT FOR EACH OF YOU. Though these are the ones I’ve grown so close to, I still love the rest of those who follows me despite my sporadic activity & tbh, I’m not difficult to talk to ??? I’m just--- very easily distracted, I’m also more reachable through discord over Tumblr during weekdays when I’m stuck at mobile due to work. 

pokemon au ? ? ?? HMMMM

        ❝ No, you won’t—- ❞ he spoke with such certainty. The confidence showcased as his affinity with flame is easily extinguished with a wayside motion of his hand. In truth, he knew ; the clergy fears him as much as they attempt to harness his powers of ethereal. Humanity sought to conquer the daemonic infestation: a cesspool that bubbles over into their world. Contracts that the devil himself must’ve signed, a fallen angel wrought with vengeance to sway those with tangible souls. Once, he bore the sigil of God. Draped in ivory and painted with lines of gold in place of his veins ; but within the priest’s farewell he had softly whispered that the brunet’s guile, his intellect—- they shall all be required elsewhere. ❝ I was extensively trained on both the curative artes and the methodology behind medical procedures—-. ❞ But his pale hands remain pressed idly atop one another ; swaying to and fro as his heels also rock against the dusty, wooden floor.         Still children, they both are—- but it is obvious that the brunet wielded such a keen tongue that such comments might’ve been intimidating. ❝ Shouldn’t a count’s son be a little more courteous—-? ❞ Honestly, even within the halls of the pious ( where he’s surrounded by various aging men so archaic they could’ve easily bore witness to the rise of st. peter’s cathedral ) one has to respect those in a hierarchal manner. The cardinal that resided across his jurisdiction had gazed upon him numerous times ; a purifying flame, a nurturing one his guardianship had pleaded. Though the request he partake in a baptism in order to cleanse the ‘ hell ’ from his porous skin, bone & threads of sinew. There’s whispers in the halls that he’s an illegitimate child of a Belnades. Or at least harnessed a drop of that wretch bloodline in his overt being ; debatable, truly—- since his ancestry is unknown.         ❝ I guess I’ll be taking residence here, ❞ at for the time being. The other’s father ( or a patriarchal figure, he presumed ) had nudged the child towards him as though to signify that they’ll be in contact more oft than not. His hand reaches out to touch the other boy’s in an attempt to lightly entice a meager handshake. Though out of empathy ; he waits to see whether or not the other shall take his gesture. It didn’t seem to him like the star-child with obsidian locks like the dusk’s grasp on the heavens had ever even held onto another boy’s hand. Someone so close to his age, someone with a similar set of burdens to shoulder. ❝ So, please allow me to become your friend—-. ❞ Though it’s not the way he’d originally word it. The neophyte alchemist seemed to comprehend one thing: the boy before him was quite lonesome. Therefore, he took it upon himself to befriend such an isolated existence.         It wouldn’t be until much, much later that he realized there was a detrimental basis in which such a child was obscured. From the dawn’s light ; as well as the touches of mankind, it is as though a creature such as him had no god given ( or devil ridden ) clause to exist. For those with mixed blood, in particular—- neither heaven, nor hell would’ve laid claim to the hybrid—- both realms would’ve gnashed him between their teeth and spat him out.

  Tone of certainty, often found false from the scholars & clerics who underestimated the count’s son, is what greatly surprised him --- it felt firm & impenetrable. Doubt that he merely begun to stir, then easily vanquished when the brunet effortlessly brushed aside the flames & induced sense of shock & amazement from the hybrid child. Never before, has one spoken with unwavering confidence & firmness. Call it a test, or perhaps Noctis’ case of inexperience pulled into display with how easily he was drawn to the other child’s strong affinity with the magical arts that he instinctively responded. There’s a craving; a longing that he will be, in some manner, liberated from the chains that the Church intends to keep wrapped around him. For the sake of humanity they say --- though greed shone in their eyes with skepticism & dangerous seeds for betrayal in the future. The latter, even Noctis had yet to comprehend that is what he sensed.

   ❝---you’re the first who hasn’t backed away from me,❞ earnest to confess. Though, caught red-handed that he does lack full, proper manners when speaking about those in higher positions. Perhaps naïve on Noctis’ part to act too comfortable around someone close to his age & perhaps the straining position of being looked down upon by the clergies. Tension wrought upon the small shoulders as hands were tucked into his pockets to conceal the fidgeting. ❝I don’t say it in from of them of course…❞ a defensive pout defined across his youthful cheeks, but his gaze continued to linger upon the brunet. He wondered if he’d be regarded as a sin as well --- despite how it’s suppose to be a secret, rumors have already flown, even faster than crows & swept to many people’s ears.

  However, even Noctis has yet to learn whether these are justified by facts; Regis to elude & merely state when it is time – he shall know.

    Never knowing when or how, it’s a taxing thought upon his mind. However it’s been cast aside the moment their interaction has begun with the promise that the two will get along. The willingness displayed from Ignis once more to gain wonder from the hybrid as those eyes widen with the glimmer of hope. Not a heartbeat of hesitance as his gaze acknowledged the offered hand & his own extended to requite the gesture with great warmth. It’s not just one hand, but both hands pressed upon the brunet’s as his lips broadened into a smile. The first --- to be shared with someone other than his father. It could be the shared link that both has underwent loneliness, but it mattered little when he felt it in his soul --- he is a human with genuine & sincere intentions.

    Soundless steps upon the endless void is an endless tour through the prophecy again & again until it literally bleeds from his senses & mind. The constant reminder of what is to abide by fate the moment he arises from the embrace of the slumber. Every second siphoned from the hands of time is an added moment of internalizing that this is truly the only path to follow. Not for his sake --- but for the world, but it didn’t mean it continued to weigh upon his mind & heart that he is to pay the blood price. Such duty that he is to face, but his own visage could not hide the fear that shudders throughout his very soul. The sadness that enshrouds his heart as once he awakens, it’ll be for the LAST time, with final moments spent with those who remains alive.

   Even in his dreams, his breath hitches & his chest feels compressed with a tightness. It gives birth to one questions …..

    Was this how Luna felt --- ?

………….No…perhaps not…

---after all, her will is immensely stronger than his own.

    The inner monologue as he reflects upon the handful of times he’s heard her speak with such conviction & dedication. No act of danger could ever phase her --- from what he can tell. Alas, the sequence of chaotic events prevented them from the leisure of speaking in between. Both so afar from one another, led by the hands of FATE up until the last message he’d ever hear from her. Of course, the emotional memory to upheave emotions --- he wished, a happier ending could have been granted for her. For everyone who had risked their lives for him….