#oraculine

oraculine started following you

She’s gone mad, that was the only way to explain seeing his face. Weeks of confinement, not allowed to see anyone. Not allowed to hear the voices of her descendants. The immortal seemed to have also forgotten what the sun felt like, what day of the week it was. But she would remain silent as she stared up at the man, silent defiance in her eyes.

After so long without human contact, the ancient oracle was wary of any who dared come close to her. Hesitantly she moved away, her eyes diverted down to keep out some of the blinding light.

Oh how the line of Oracles has fallen.

“Why do I see you in my dreams? Was intelligence wrong? Were you Sylva’s sister, not some-” Titus shook his head, trying to clear it of...

He didn’t let himself think back to the dreams that’d plagued him since the attack on Tenebrae. Images of sunlit mornings and standing beside a strange woman in front of crowds. Of this blond woman petting a Garula for the first time. Of-

His face was hard, stony. It’d taken him days since he started his search to actually find where she’d been tucked away and conveniently lost. And he still wasn’t entirely sure who’s orders that had been by. But he stood just outside the cell she’d been kept in, light pouring in behind him, as he flicked a switch outside the room; letting light blare to life inside it as well as he stepped in and shut the door behind him. 

What became of the family? She knew the young woman was her flesh and blood. The eyes, her bone structure, the magic that radiated off of her much similar to her own. But looking into her eyes, this young Oracle, Melisende smiled faintly, though it would never come to the haunted expression in her eyes.

“Who did this to you, my dear?” She would ask gently as she ran her fingers through the white fur of the messenger on the end of the bed. “Who would dare make such a slight against the divine?”

Luna’s eyes cracked blearily open and she winced, feeling a sharp, throbbing sting radiate through her abdomen. That was enough to arrest her back in the bed, startled by the blonde woman who she only realized belated was there. Though, the more she let her presence sink in, the more it felt utterly and strangely familiar. 

“I-- Who are you? Tell me that first, please,” Lunafreya petitioned as she regulated her breathing, schooling her features into a mask so the pain wouldn’t bleed through. After all, she was vulnerable and at the mercy of someone she did not know. 

The Oracle was an early riser, despite what day it was. She had her routines, her morning prayers. Yet that particular morning, she was merely too excited to sleep. While she shifted, it would seem that Titus would have other things in mind as she felt his arm wrap around her, practically pinning her to the bed.

But she was warm in his embrace as the cool morning air would tease at the thin fabrics of her chemise.

Who Else Should I RP as (FF or Otherwise) || Always accepting tbqh

[SOBS

Ned is definitely the type of character i love to write. Honorable and good to a fault (which is surprising since I love writing sommy so much XD)

ajfgaljg I’D HAVE TO REWATCH THE EPISODES/RE-READ THE BOOKS OF Oberyn but I think i’d do well with him too. 

She felt sick. Sick with the sacred love only sisters could share, unlike anything else in the world. Her sister had returned from duties in Gralea, and what’s more, Ravus wasn’t there. The man she couldn’t tell was their older brother or her most hated enemy-- Six, it didn’t even matter! Her mind was dizzily and giddily clouded with thoughts of her younger twin sister, the loveliest star in all of Eos. In the reception hall did Luna wait with clammy hands, Maria tittering delightedly and as happy as Lunafreya was, even though the matron couldn’t put a finger on how...off the Oracle seemed. Like looking at a picture twice and swearing some minute detail had been different a moment ago. 

Yet, those thoughts were brushed completely aside as it felt as though her heart could burst from her bosom at the sight of ash blonde and eyes more amethyst than her own, it taking every ounce of being not to flounce to her twin and skip happily about her. Like some pup after a long day.

If only it was so innocent. 

“The moon motif always did fit you so well, for you’re just as pale and just as cool as it ever could be on the ocean waves.”

“Why aren’t I changing?” Gilgamesh asked, frowning as he glanced up at the full moon. His eyes had gone lupine, but nothing else. And though he could feel the wolf full force at the back of his mind.