#shedgrace

                       ❛    ‘Cruelty   has   a   human   heart ,    &   jealousy   a   human   face ’ .    ❜        𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬  𝐫𝐨𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠  𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫  𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬  𝐨𝐧  𝐩𝐚𝐠𝐞 ,  𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬  𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐥𝐲  𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠  𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧  𝐢𝐭𝐬  𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞        before   glancing   aside   towards   the   woman   nearby .    Single   brow   rising ,   pale   crown   inclining   inquisitively   towards   her .        ❛    The   human   species   can   be   rather   twisted   at   times ,   don’t   you   think ?    ❜

hey avery! lunafreya’s age has been updated for you, and i hope she’s having a happy birthday!

      ❛    WATCH YOUR BACK.    ❜  despite the terseness of the statement, it’s clear in the wolf’s eyes that it’s a warning & not a threat. it becomes more evident when jack speaks again. ❛    the people around here aren’t welcoming of outsiders. just stay behind me.    ❜ 

   in noctis' dreams, the ones worth remembering, lunafreya appears often.

   he only knows this isn't one through the sensory clues. the smell of sea - salt isn't this strong in his mind, and he feels every little way the wind punctures his skin. at times, the water stills, clearing in any foreseeable catch, and noctis takes that window to peek elsewhere. to his side. regardless of the stars - blessed outline her image adopts naturally, noctis sees deeper than that. to him .  .  . lunafreya isn't solely a holy mouthpiece.

   her voice rings before he can entertain any daydream further.  “  you mean you want to———  ”   oh. oh. the handle on his hand suddenly has detectable weight again, and he's briefly stunned before moving to hand her the rod,  “  sure,  ”  he doesn't hide how pleased he is that she's eager to. among things they shared from coincidence and divine will, nothing matters most than the tranquility the sea washes at their feet. the silence takes hold of them, comfortably, as it always does.

   the last of the sunset reddens the horizon. she glimmers under it. he mirrors the night spreading.

       it’s on sight,  his greeting paired with a delighted beam the moment he sees her.   “   luna !   ”   he waves her over,   “   just the person i wanted to see !   or,  well,  just who i wanted to see this,   ”   he holds up his camera,  the image in focus currently depicting a scene of his royal highness covered in an improbable amount of whipped cream.   “   what do you think ?   should i include this in noct’s birthday gift ?   ”   he’s not going to lie :  he does need advice,  but really,  what he wants is someone to laugh at noctis with him without chastising him for it   (  ignis  )   and / or bringing up anything else that happened during that same incident because   ‘  i was there,  remember,  ’   (  gladio  ).   luna’s a safe middle ground,  and prompto’s definitely not afraid to take advantage !

@shedgrace​​  said  :   ❛   yes,  i  think  we  have  a  job  t o finish.   ❜

❛   𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐊 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐂𝐀𝐍 𝐊𝐄𝐄𝐏 𝐔𝐏 ?   ❜   pike  grins,  hefting  her  mace  over  her  shoulders  &  looking  out.  they  work  well  together  &  pike  is  delighted  at  the  chance  to  take  on  a  more  physical  role.  she  loves  magic.  it’s  what  she  does,  but  nothing  beats  returning  to  her  roots.  to  what  grog  taught  her  &  what  she  worked  so  hard  to  perfect.  the  feeling  of  mace  against  armour,  the  familiar  stances  &  movements  of  her  feet.  she  laughs,  offering  a  gauntlet  for  a  fistbump.  teamwork  ! 

❛   let’s  show  them  what  for,  yeah  ?   ❜

@shedgrace​ :  [ lift ] —— WORD PROMPTS

        He can taste magic in the air, sharp and biting, both foreign and not, yet there is something far more HARROWING which comes, he presumes, from Lunafreya herself. Eyes are watching ——— aren’t they always? Unspoken tension lingers in the air, a heavy thing, dull and weighty, prepared to bludgeon any one of them over the head at any given time. Dorian flourishes beneath it, truly, was raised to blossom beneath attention, and he presumes that she is primarily unaffected by it, too. Another side effect of a deeply specific upbringing, he supposes, the line of her back steady and her steps measured, head held high. She makes for a pretty picture, in fact, unwavering beneath the stares and whispers half hidden behind hands, heads ducked together.

        Untouched by the weight of it all. Or so it appears.

        A decision is easy enough to make : to bridge the gap between them, a slight hurrying of his pace to meet her as she approaches the base of the stairs, the doors open wide before them, opulent and glorious in its macabre splendor. Both of them are relatively well trained and therefore well mannered and when he offers her his arm she glances at him sidelong, the arch of her eyebrow graceful.

        ❝ Shall we, Oracle? ❞ he carries with him intrinsic charm / embodies it, in fact,  the curve of his mouth nearly roguish as they pause for a moment and then another. When her hand curves delicately against the angle of his elbow his smile only widens. Attention is fixated on them, now, whereas before it had been somewhat scattered, quite the pretty picture they make : both dressed in dazzling whites and walking up the stairs in time with each other, movements perfectly synchronized. Dorian follows Lunafreya’s lead, allows her to dictate the speed at which they walk ( somewhat slower than his preferred pace, given that he’s practically rushed at any given time evenin the absence of pressure nor external forces ), folding his free hand over hers. Not squeezing nor grabbing, simply laying over.

        Her hands are cooler than his. Smaller, not as heavily ringed, yet not quite smooth, either. They are the hands which reach for ———

        They walk into the maw of the beast ——— willfully and wllingly, allowing it to swallow them whole as eyes follow, always, always. He tilts his head towards her, an innocuous motion belied by the fact that he doesn’t bother lowering his voice to speak to her. ❝ Save me a dance some time tonight, if you would. We would be the envy of all those around us, ❞ mirth colors his tone brightly and he can see her smiling / not quite suppressed / the perfect line of her posture maintained as her elbow nudges him subtly.

        ❝ I assure you it would be a sight to behold, ❞ he says around an open grin, stepping away from her / allowing her arm to slip from his, though not before he cradles her fingers gently in his, leaning down to press a fleeting kiss to the back of her hand : A SHOW OF CHIVALRY !! He bows properly, while he’s at it, straightening again to meet her gaze properly, whereupon she fixes him with an intent look before turning, and he gestures broadly. Allows her to make her entrance, her titles ringing out for all to hear.