#folna

        Former Princess of Tenebrae,          Oracle blessed by Bahamut,          Betrothed to the Crown Prince of Lucis.  

       Though they know her,  though they love her,  even the citizens of her homeland eclipse into silence upon remembrance of her titles.  And this man?  As strange to her as the fields they walk?     ‘ So quickly, too. ’    Perhaps he is no better equipped than most. 

attention does not tear from the resounding clash of blades, the dying screams of machines and the putrid smell of their oils when they coalesce just after bursting apart completely. she doesn’t miss the skilled maneuver of a blade that’d seen its share of battles and had its uproar in victory―  or so she thinks when her own blade slices through the last of them, seemingly, the grit and earsplitting sound of iron biting metal unbearable to any ear but hers. her gaze is one that pierces, and he, her unwitting victim as her own brand rises in greeting. perhaps pleasantries aren’t her forte;  she lives on for those whose voices can no longer be heard, and in turn, speaks so little, she sometimes forgets the sound of her own voice. 

       It’s been a while hasn’t it? Though the scenario isn’t a stranger to the lithe brunette; nothing too begrudging held against him. Complex & sometimes hurtful, but the connection they have could never be severed, plus she’s quite the stubborn one to ensure they somehow keep in touch. Or at least, make sure he receives her messages. The phone number memorized so well & she wasn’t surprised to hear the soft ‘click’ that leads to his voicemail. ❝Just wanted to remind you that the weather still has been chilly, so please don’t forget to dress warmly!❞  cheery voice to encourage him, perhaps lesson learned from being too much of a mother hen.

She just hopes he’s alright ---.

   Wasn’t the first time that he snoozed long & hard in the car, but it’s definitely surreal & just ……..impossible to comprehend as to how the heck did he end up in a foreign place, smack in the middle of a war between deities & armed alongside other ‘warriors’ as they call themselves. Huh--- almost forgetting he’s now dubbed as one of them, but still unable to completely wrap his mind around it. Unfortunately so --- none can return to their rightful ‘world’ until this fight has been settled.

     Battle, war, they call it--- but astoundingly, they have some downtime it seems. Thus, he found no reason to not kill some time with his usual favorite & go-to game. ❝Um ---❞ well, he looks like someone who’d have a mobile phone at least. ❝----Wanna play?❞