A crystal-laden beach washes all traces of footprints on the sand. AQUAMARINE eyes looks aloft, sky that was in perpetual storm, clouds flying through the wind. In VALHALLA, a sole entity governs it’s will, Etro. Goddess of death, she chose this plane as her resting place, selecting but one knight to guard her slumber. Lightning walks along the shore of this alien world, the calm atmosphere reminds her of the late-night stroll she && SERAH would take. Her unblemished hands ( back then ) would hold Serah’s fragile palms.

But that felt like another life, she looks at her hands now, leather bound && gloved, yet calloused underneath. Lightning allows a smile form on her lips, how she has transformed throughout her life. First she became a soldier, promising a secured life in the future, then a l’cie ; branded && scorned. Now she stands armored, with orichalcum plating, && gold embellished, the knight of ETRO.

In this desolated land, she stands alone to inhabit it.

or so she thought.

Lax pace in foot, turns in haste as she saw a small figure washed away a few meters from her. As she got closer, Lightning saw a boy no older than eight or nine (?) clad in black. Upon reaching him, Lightning knelt down, a soft clicking of steel are heard mixed with the waves of water. Lightning turns him to face her, as she rest his head to her left arm. Her right hand then glows in turquoise as she cast a CURA on the boy.

’ 𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒄  𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒔 ’  𝒍𝒚𝒓𝒊𝒄  𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒔

Sitting in the middle of a room torn to shreds, Kefka giggles, turning his face towards drifting dust and feathers, smothered by an ethereal footprint he knows full well isn’t his own. No use in pretending. 

Wasted, this power... 

He doesn’t cast Noctis so much as a glance, plucking at the embers clinging to his tights. 

The audacity. 

Teeth, nails, elbows, knees... Kefka sinks into Noctis like a wildcat, scraping the pair of them down the wall to tumble in the dirt. Even curling his fingers around his throat, he’s expecting him to warp away, knowing better than to try pinning brattish thin air. 

He ensnares Noctis, tugging him down to lace his fingers through his hair. 

☆.*･┊ i lost the meme / @eoschosen

CRYPTIC  WORDS  ARE  MET  WITH  NAIVETY.

her  golden  brows  sculpted  with  wonder  ,  it  rises  and  instills  a  look  of  novelty.  the  princess ‘s head  tilts  to  the  side  and  from  there  she  stands  idle  with  a  posture  painted  in  elegance  and  molded  into  perfection.  she  is  the  star’s  constellation  personified  /  falling  stardust  decorates  her  hair  and  flutters  alongside  obsidian  lashes. stella  has  grown  up  to  be  such  a  polite  girl.  her  keen  ears  ever  attentive  and  her  empathy  dwells  on  the  silver-lining  of  thoughts  unspoken.  noctis  ,  too  ,  has  grown  up.  the  little  boy  from  her  memories  has  become  rather  reserve  and  distant.  and  every  step  she  took  towards  him  ,  was  simply  another  step  he  took  away  from  her.

                                 (  the  both  of  them  are  destined  to  be  family  ——  someday  ).

it  is  written  in  the  stars  and  condemned  by  man.  HE  IS  TO  BECOME  LUNAFREYA’S  BETROTHED  ,  continue  the  sacred  bloodline  and  rule  in  his  right.  it  was  almost  a  fairy  tale  ending  ,  where  the  prince  rescues  her  beloved  sister  —— the  oracle  ,  and  frees  her  from  these  chain  of  mankind’s  hubris.  however  ,  despite  highly  anticipating  such  future  ,  it  was  strange  to  imagine  him  as  her  brother.  especially  now  ,  as  he  flinch  away  from  her  light  and  shrink  further  into  her  gaze.  it  was  certainly  strange  ,  considering  the  two  of  them  had  been  friends  since  childhood.  of  course  ,  things  change  and  they  were  no  longer  same  as  before.  it  was  disappointing  to  acknowledge  ,  yet  she  plays  her  role  with  extreme  diligence  and  piety.

THE      INSTAURATION      OF      HIS      EDEN            /            AVICIDE      OF      VULTURES            /            WHO’S      WINGS      as      dark      as      the      coronet      of      heir  .                  thievery      of      leather      -      clad      hands      ,            the      pilgrimage      of      𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐡𝐢𝐦      ,            hallowing      the      ground      bestowed          /       anathematized      by      they      ,            slaughtered      summers            &            his      reign      of      𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬  .                  EULOGY      carved      to      cathedra            &            the      dismantling      of      his      basilica            /            how      benevolence      does      not      equate      to      mercifulness      ,            this      country      of      blood      -      bathed      historics  .                        ❛                        ʏᴏᴜ      ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ      ʙᴇ      sᴏ      ʙᴏʟᴅ      ᴀs      ᴛᴏ      ғʀᴏɴᴛ      ᴀɴ      ᴇᴀʀʟʏ      ᴅᴇᴍɪsᴇ  ?                        ❜                        carotid      ridden      by      𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐮𝐬𝐭      ,            he      ;            unbloodied      ,            induratized      ,            unveined  .                        the      embalming      of      phantom      ,            what      he      is      ,            mere      echos            /            sound      translated      through      static            /            once      -      soldier            WAR      CRIMINAL  .                              ❛                        ʏᴏᴜ      sʜᴏᴜʟᴅ      ᴋɴᴏᴡ      ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ      ɪs      ᴀ      ᴅɪғғᴇʀᴇɴᴄᴇ      ʙᴇᴛᴡᴇᴇɴ      ʙʀᴀᴠᴇʀʏ            &            ғᴏᴏʟɪsʜɴᴇss  .                        ❜

* it’s dueling time // accepting

❝ Really ? ❞

Blinking at the other male, Link gave him a quizzical look. His days of running around hunting monsters were over, but that didn’t mean his swordplay grew weak. While he was a chocobo rancher, he did practice with his sword should he need it. He supposed more practice never hurt.

Soft and Affectionate