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You want a revelation. You want to get it right. ( BUT IT’S A CONVERSATION I JUST CAN’T HAVE TONIGHT ). You want a revelation. Some kind of resolution. Tell me what you want me to say.
“He has made me proud.”
Sorry for the radio silence over here! I haven’t forgotten about the starters/replies I owe. I’m actually in the process of moving Aulea to her own blog, so it’s not attached as a sideblog anymore.
Originally, I’d made this as a trial run, because I didn’t want to go Full Extra™ with the effort until I was sure it was a muse I wouldn’t abandon; but I’ve been really enjoying Aulea and everyone I’ve been writing with, and I think it’s time to shift over to a permanent blog. It’ll be under a new url, and I’ll have much more extensive pages/info up when its done. AND ICONS, FINALLY. So, I’ll post about it once that’s finished. In the meantime, I’ll probably put most of my replies/starters on hold until the move.
You want a revelation. You wanna get it right. But it’s a conversation I just can’t have tonight… You can’t choose what stays and what fades away. And I’d do anything to make you stay… Tell me what you want me to say.

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consider: if aulea had lived to be there during the events of kingsglaive (◡ ‿ ◡ ) . also consider: aulea escaping with lunafreya (◕‿◕ ). BUT ALSO CONSIDER: aulea standing on the other side of regis’ shield, screaming at him to come with them and watching in horror as drautos/glauca murders him right in front of her eyes (ʘ‿ʘ ).
Hey? Tell me a story.
❝Once there was an ugly barnacle. He was so ugly, that everyone DIED. The end.❞
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@maeternox pls get your son.
sorry i can’t hear you over DYING and BEING DEAD
raison d’être
(noun) A French phrase, raison d'être literally translates into your reason for existence. It is your soul’s essence, an intangible force, which dictates your being. It is the reason we commit ourselves to survival and endure life. (via wordsnquotes)

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King Regis & King Noctis parallel
“I ask you to stand by me and fight at my side”
The sky collapses, and my heart, filled with astral light, / Becomes a vast cemetery of stars.
Georges Rodenbach, from Selected Poems; “The Reign of Silence,” (via ascendantly)
concept: regis dies early on instead of aulea, leaving her to raise noct as a single mother.
❝ you’re scared, you must have seen something. ❞ ( maeternox )
THE FIVE SENSES / SENTENCE STARTERS. / still accepting!!
He has pain etched across his skin , scar - tissue pulling until there is nothing left. A rejected existence of HOPE now crowded with despair and thoughts of the memory of it all. To reason, memories that have never belonged to him. The screams and anguish of people he cannot put names with, and the promise of a crooked blade that sits before him swirling in the color of magic he has never seen before. Noctis used to not have these dreams. He used to follow peace endlessly wherever it lead until the attack from the DAEMON that gave him this tragedy. He clings to his figurine until the wood has left imprints on the curve of his skin. And he would hide, ride out whatever toxic wave of punishment was thrown his way but this time it had been a little too much of things he couldn’t understand ——— and what is left of the burden of the crown? What other visions of terror will be bestowed upon him because of a destiny he can’t know? It’s the first time something akin to bitterness has swelled in his veins, now seeking to burst. He dreamt of his mother, and now he reaches for her.
It is too much to ask him to not be hysteric, little whimpers and sobs that aren’t enough to be muffled. It had been catastrophe behind his eyelids for those horrifying moments he couldn’t move once he’d awoken, rasping reminders that everything was fine, Carbuncle was there and for that, there was no reason to worry. But then he had remembered her sobs, and a pain that no CURA could drag away from her. Noctis dreams too often, eyes rimmed red with exhaustion since no sleep is ever fit enough for him to relax, but this had brought something like illness bubbling in the pit of his stomach ( AND DESTINY BOY, THAT WILL BE YOUR UNDOING. ) He searches, soul whimsical, for absolution and doesn’t rest until there is comfort dancing along his shoulders. As though drowning, wrenched from the violent waves, he’d woken up tasting saltwater and revulsion.
’ Mama, ’ he chants wildly, searching for her, shaking in the night. He finds her and burrows there, a mess, hair sweaty and plastered against his skin, wan. He hiccups brutally. The noise of it is torn from his chest. He cannot protect what isn’t there. He lays his fingers against her steadying heart. ’ Mom. Mom. ’
You must have seen something, and he cannot repeat the nightmare. Can’t repeat what must have happened, the horrors, shallow ——— or quell the ruddiness of his gaze as he looks at her, fingers frantic as he tries to cling to something as proof that she exists. She is there, and he is not, still dreaming of another day. There is nothing that can be done, and it pushes against him as he shakes against her. Would he be any less if he begged her to stay? If he whispered, begging for a promise and the curl of her little finger against his? The promise of her life in his hands? He would hold her heart tenderly and would protect it for as long as he could manage. He closes his eyes and forgets.
’ Just a nightmare, ’ he tells her. You were dead. ’ I’m sorry, I’m sorry. ’
@maeternox

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Aulea Lucis Caelum died as she lived – flipping the Astrals the middle finger.
“shiva has never done anything wrong in her life ever”
@shiverheart sure jan