#lunabrae

hiya! so, i made a new multiverse.. with gods, and i'd like to share some with y'all! but unfortunately, the lack of feedback has led me to doubt anything i post on here.. so mostivation is sorta hard. i would post more often, but i don't have the motivation to.. but i will post it. once i cleaned up the art. for now i'll just post the black and white refs. if anyone is interested, i do have Lunabrae and Solux's refs colored in, just not polished

"the words, i know, are unbecoming." lunafreya's words act as a cushion for her question, though it does nothing but make her wince. after terraflare, she'd worked hard to rebuild a life for herself, even if nothing remained. noctis had been patient with her, of course, and he'd never make demands, or even suggestions of her. she'd been trying to speak more plainly regarding him, a sentiment she received everytime he'd correct the name from her mouth. "noct" he'd say. perhaps it selfish, but she'd never had trouble referring to his nickname. his full name, something she only shared with him, intimate as soon as it'd pass her teeth. to meet him halfway, she'd attempted to relax her posture around him, blunt in her approach, to speak as those sharing a life would ---- as they were. despite the cushion, she reverts to old habits. her hands clasp and unclasp in nervousness, her shoulders hitch, her eyes flit from him to the floor. "but i --- could i have a kiss?" ⸻ @lunabrae

the calming reassurance of onlooking greenery floods his thoughts with life ; this world is living , as are they . in the wake of all that's happened , they breathe . pain , hardship , loss - they consume him often , as he knows they do her ; embraced in desolation's matrimony , they endure . his peace is often disturbed by past tragedies , or the reminder of luna's own suffering . . . all that she's faced , all that she's grown from , all that brought them here , together , on this terrace that breaks into new life . the warmth of the sunlight and the heat of the coffee that pools from his lips is welcome . they share a quiet moment together , intimate in its silence , comfortable in thoughtful company . he does not speak , but he is overcome with love for her . as is he often , but these special moments truly give rise to such emotion . . . so much so that it's overwhelming .

he meets her eyes and smiles as he does not shy from her gaze . there is a home in these waters , and in it , she is free to break their stillness with a request . he'd not anticipated what she'd say next , but he would be remiss to deny that he craves her just so . so , from his smile is born a gentle laughter , calm and caring .

fingers caress the surface of her complexion , and he tucks a lock of hair behind her ear , leaning ever closer into the space he will always consider hers .

( twilight princess sentence starters | @lunabrae )

❝ i want to thank you for being so kind to someone like me…someone you don’t even know. ❞

someone like me. there was a feeling he understood there–––– a sense of otherness & unbelonging that resonated with him immediately. lunafreya should never feel that way. she deserved to feel love & care & acceptance no matter where her journey led. but, prompto was learning that the girl who he'd spent his childhood idolizing had grown up human like all the rest. no one was unshakeable. no one could guard themselves from every emotion that could cause them harm. his first instinct was to find someone better suited to handle cheering her up properly. he could simply brush off her thanks as unnecessary & search the area for someone smarter & better with people than he was ( iggy was the first to come to mind ). but, prompto found himself stopping. considering his next words carefully.

he had been the one to notice–––– the one she'd decided to say those words to. &, if anyone could understand the feeling of being a stranger among friends, it was him.

❝ yeah well, i can't take all the credit. ❞

prompto shifted slightly, leaning back on his hands just that much closer to where she sat beside him. his voice lowered, as if he was sharing a secret, something shared just between the two of them.

❝ you see, i got this letter when i was a kid. it was a huge surprise, & the nicest thing i ever got in the mail. it...helped me gain some confidence & make some real friends for the first time. ❞

in a surprising show of confidence, prompto gently knocked his shoulder into luna's. a gesture he'd done to noctis more than a million times over. a flush immediately built up in his cheeks & his grin turned into something more subdued as he forced himself to turn his head.

❝ a–––– anyways. i'd always wanted to be able to be friends with the girl who sent it. luckily she's really cool. & even nicer than i thought she was! she made it easy to be friends, too. not just me. ❞

though he meant his words, it was immediately clear that he was afraid he'd overstepped. he didn't want to move away & give the impression that he was being insincere, so he sat up a bit to twiddle his thumbs instead, absently pulling at his wristband.

❛ you worry about things beyond your control . ❜ his words hiss like a snake seething , born into a limbless vessel & forced to slither 'pon an earth where others walk , reigning over it , & casting unto it a demise of unsightliness , of villainy , despite all of its wishes . it accepts this fate , but only after years of rejection , false promises , & loss . for what is this ' destiny ' if not a symphony orchestrated by the gods , dipped & roused from chaos in baptism ?

irritation dwells atop the knit of silvered brows , the wrinkles at his face unbecoming of innocence . guilt rests in his soul , ever - present , like a daemon's haunt , its voice ceaseless & agonizing . lunafreya speaks to him & the light flow of her voice , the compassion lit behind her words , slices through every defense he's ever known , & he is loathe but to accept her wishes . there are few things in this world that do . the least he can do is be one of them .

silence overtakes him in an effort of defeat , as obstinance is drained from his composure . she soothes him in a way no other could . he sits aside her companion , opposite eyes cast down 'pon tiled floor , the reflection of the light through the windows cast back from them .

if the tension could be cut, it wouldn't be with a knife. it would take the might of the very astrals to even make a dent.

ruined. it was a simple word to describe the storm he had casted 'pon their cherished kingdom. it should have been over. this would have been his final legacy , the final mark to spit in the face of a world he wants no part of. foreign , all of it. for the blood pumping through his veins are his own , the heartbeat he hears every so loudly in his ears , & the numbing cold of the evening.

it was silent in the room which the three revived sat. his room , to be specific. he had not left it in days , but such are the pawns of the gods to take matters in their own hands. nuisances , all of them. yet he could not stir the anger which had festered for so long ⸺ he was just so tired.

no words could escape from the confinements of his racing mind. why were they still alive ? a final ditch effort to grant true happiness ? he slouches a little more in his chair , head hanging backwards to lay on top of it. it was a little worse for wear , but it worked nonetheless. a sigh slips out , for working thoughts weighed the options. he just wanted to be left alone.