#dracxonis

SHIIIITT, I freaking love this!!!! *hugs* You're amazing!!!

Single greatest thing I have ever read. Bravo.

send 💀 for my character to write yours a warning letter

Dear Aranea,

                         It may come as a shock to you that I am writing you, but considering the circumstances of the war between our lands, I thought it be better to message you in a letter rather then in person. As you know, Niflheim and Lucis are always at each others necks, I wish it wasn’t so, but alas this is where lust for power as brought to us.

Let me go onto the real reason why I have contacted you. My son, as you should know, I do my best to keep him sheltered from people, well, like you. He informed him of your little visit to him in his private quartets while I was away and I take invasion like this, small or large very seriously. I suggest you stay from away from my Kingdom, and my son for that matter if you value your life. You may think that I am not match for you, but I ensure you my abilities are far more superior then anything you have ever seen.

It was dark when Lunafreya awoke. Where am I? The words swam around her groggy head. Oh yes, that’s right. She was back in Nifleheim territory again. No surprise there, as they liked to keep an eye on the oracle. Especially that Ardyn Izunia, a man whom she had grown to regard in disgust. He had said to report back to base before a certain time, and if not then it would be taken as a sign of ill will towards the empire. They couldn’t have that. No, Luna needed to keep up appearances of what Ardyn called “friendship” between herself and the growing nation.

While thinking on these matters, the door to her windowless chamber swung open. In strode a being clad in armor from head to toe. One of the immediate signs of gender was long, blonde hair that looked well-cared for. It almost reminded Luna of her own. Was that because it was made to be a mockery of herself? No, no, she was thinking too deep. The empire probably just wanted to remind her of their power over her and Tenebrae.

Flirt with my muse on anon (or not!)

“Well isn’t this a surprise,” the brunette raised a brow. Leaning over the table, she peered at the woman with mild intrigue; eager to test the waters.