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           Lunafreya referred to it as a “childhood crush”. Aranea called it “hilarious”. Ardyn suggested “a forbidden love”.

           Ravus called it “pathetic pining”. No matter the activity, the action, or words you spoke, he found himself captivated. Trapped. In this ridiculous, swarming spiral of emotions he grew so accustomed to hiding and suppressing. Even such a mundane task as you tapping your pen on the table, deep in thought as you reviewed documents, left him conflicted. He discovered his cheeks grew warm briefly, his eyes found their way to your location, and chest felt like it was on fire.

           He hated it.

           As an person of high status, he was quite familiar with seasonal persons coming in and out of his life on a strictly professional level. Not that he did not mind, but it took him by surprise when you, in addition to a few others, were incredibly capable workers and supporters of House Nox Fleuret. Ravus found himself at odds as to how to approach this conflicting tug-of-war of emotions that struck him were in the longer you remained in his company. He felt it necessary to only remember certain characters in his life, and as time progressed, he remembered yours.

           Unfortunately this day, you came close to the former prince; entirely too close. His heartbeat quickened, his words failing to even so much as leave his mouth. You had a distinct scent, and this particular day your fragrance struck him harder than it ever did. It struck when you were just centimeters from his person, removing what appeared to be something from his white frock coat. “It’s unlike you to ever have something on you, everything alright?” 

           His initial response was to narrow his eyes and glare at you. A natural response. The same hardened, heterochromatic eyes that were always so judging and unforgiving. This look, as you grew accustomed to, was a standard expression from the High Commander, and learned to accept as his person. He was never one to show much emotion, with the rare signs of emotional shift in regards to his sister. Still, you noticed as he momentarily detracted from your question by turning away. It made you all the more concerned.

           “High Commander? Is everything alright?” 

           As if a spell controlled him, he quickly found himself carefully taking your chin in his right hand before pressing his lips onto yours without a word. Securely he kept your body close to his, feeling your hand press against his chest instinctively upon his action. Had he been too bold? Was this too sudden? He cursed himself, for doing something so rash and so abruptly that was completely against his nature.

           He began to pull away after his moment of confidence left him, but the moment he then felt you press up against him after seconds of silence, sparked something within him.

           Hearing a soft whine come from you as you turned your head to deepen the kiss made Ravus’ heart beat even quicker than it already had been. The kiss ignited a sensation he long-since fought against, this overwhelming desire to have you. Your touch, your scent, your sounds, combined together were more vivid now than he had ever imagined.

           His flesh hand moved from your chin to press against the left side of your face gently, his fingers resting in strands of your hair as if to hold you in place. The man seemed starved, hungry with anticipation to continue while you softly sighed and removed yourself momentarily from the kiss. Staring into your dazed expression, your lips rested just centimeters from his, and as if something called once more, you invited him to kiss you once more.

           Greedily he planted his lips onto yours, his tongue gradually entering your mouth with each passing second. A noise of satisfaction encouraged him to pursue more, and the rush of emotions that flooded his mind controlled him entirely. He claimed your mouth, not realising he was steadily pushing you closer and eventually to, a wall without a second thought. 

           Parting, he listened to the long exhale escape your mouth and watched the flustered expression on your face persist. A soft warmness briefly crossed his own cheeks, but you were too dazed to even comment on it, or to speak for that matter. You tried to open your mouth to speak but stammered, failing, which prompted a soft chuckle from The Commander. 

          “You are incorrigable,” you whispered in a teasing manner, turning away with pink-kissed cheeks. 

        “I am going to kill her brother.”

        "I would advise you to watch your tongue. Anyone could be listening, and that was a threat towards the High Commander himself.”

        “He’s frustrating.”

        “You truly believe The Lord to be the type of person to respond to someone who isn’t of high status quickly?”

a masterpost of all of the things i have written.

Prompto Argentum

Weary

Noctis Lucis Caelum

Lounge

Ardyn Izunia

Trickery

Ravus Nox Fleuret

Annoyed

Headcanons

Sick

Spark

Stubborn

Ignis Scientia

You were uncharacteristically quiet when you were under the weather.

This caught Ravus by surprise, because he could recall the many times -- too many to his liking -- where you would continue with your “incessant babbling” and “unnecessary remarks” when it came to personal or political matters. Admittedly, he enjoyed the peace and quiet, not having to hear your voice as often as he was accustomed to, but the silence could only go on for so long. 

Ravus was not familiar with caring for another physically -- often in his youth if he were ill, he would be both surrounded and smothered by highly trained nurses and the best doctors that were available to tend to any of his ailments. Depending on his mood they would remain or be tossed aside, but it did not prepare him to the fullest of how he should care for another.

You were one of the few human tacticians the Imperial Army had aside automated robotic husks, and while currently out of commission, kept one of the many scheduled pushes onto the Lucians on hold. He could hear it now, you berating him for being hesitant and not going forth with releasing the forces and staying to the objective. As irritating as it was, not hearing you nag in his ear made him uncertain.

Quietly you laid on a bed provided to you from your “employers”, but you were still. Unconscious, the mixture of both medication and your body succumbing to your illness rendered you unresponsive. Narrowed eyes studied your weakened state as a nurse remained by your side while you slept. Turning to face the silver-haired commander, she smiled and nodded.

“They are stable, but in dire need of rest. They’ve contracted a virus, though nothing medication and bedrest will not remedy.”

Heterochromatic eyes scanned the nurse and then to your figure suddenly rising, your sleep interrupted by the powerful barks that were coughs with your condition. Clutching your heart, you winced, whimpering in pain as the nurse sat closer to you and handed you a glass of water.

“Thank you,” you nodded, tilting your head back to allow the liquid to enter your mouth, “I appreciate it.”

You kept the water in your mouth for a moment, not wanting to completely swallow as anything burned going down you throat. Looking up, you blinked when you viewed the commander before you. You were silent for only a moment, the soreness of your mouth preventing you from speaking. Opening your mouth to speak, you lowered your eyelids as you were interrupted.

“You realise how we have momentarily ceased an effort to continue due to your absence?”

You narrowed your eyes at him, glaring, and wanted to quip back, but your throat would not allow. Ravus sensed this and smirked, making you weakly grip the sheets in defeat before swallowing and looking to the glass. His ego was insufferable. It was not your fault you were ill, and if anything, they should continue whether or not you are available. What sense would it be for an army to delay a future attack?

“You miss me that much, Commander?” Your eyes met Ravus’s, his immediate reaction to glare at you. “How sweet.”

The sarcasm that coated your words irked him, and it was evident with a quirk of his brow. He did not, or at least, in a strange sense did not believe he did. While the High Chancellor himself often left to his own devices, you were one to keep more personal tabs on the elder Nox Fleuret, and not afraid to voice your opinion whenever it seemed appropriate to you. For better, for worse, you often butt heads with the elder, and would entertain petty behaviour, and neither of you would cease. Perhaps it was his own pride preventing him from simply uttering the words to recover soon, Ravus watched once more as the wind was nearly knocked from you as you coughed once more.

“High Commander,” the nursed turned with a concerned look, “they must rest. Unless it is urgent, I advise for you to return when they have had a sufficient amount of sleep today.”

A part of him wants to leave. He was unsure of what to do in this situation, which is why he immediately had the medical aid assist you the moment you fainted before him. Your little exchange with him was barely that, an exchange, and he did not know when your body would fully recover. While he would not admit it, incredibly capable staff were here, so he could be at ease slightly at the thought of you returning to your regular antics soon.

“High Commander?” The nurse’s raspy voice snapped him from his thoughts.

 His eyes shifted from her to a now sleeping you. Without a word, he turned on his heel before exiting.

Softly you heard your name being called as your eyelashes fluttered open. Murmuring something inaudible before groaning, you weakly looked to your left, then right. It was quiet, much to your relief, and you found the strength to push yourself up. You were handed a glass of water and nodded in thanks, hydrating yourself slowly. “Thank you.”

“That is what I am here for. You have been out for some time, but rest assured, you are doing much better than before.”

“I feel a lot better, too,” you inhaled, not feeling the sting of a sore throat, and exhaled contently. “I hate being sick.”

As you went to move again, to remove yourself from the bed, you paused upon seeing a bouquet of flowers by the stand near the head of your bed in an assortment of colours. Blinking, you looked from it, to your nurse, with an almost quizzical expression. Safely you reached for the collection, feeling the texture of the buds before pulling out a white card that was formerly blanketed by petals.

“Someone brought me flowers?” You questioned, looking to her with an arched eyebrow and looking down to the white card.

“Yes, they did.”

“Care to tell me who?” You asked with a rather confident grin.

his design captured my attention immediately and is my favourite of the cast (next to Gentiana's, though for different reasons) due to it being primarily white and accented with hues of purple and black. 

his voice acting in both English and Japanese is lovely.

he is introduced as a very difficult character with a cold and bitter persona, but everyone has a reason for their personality. i wanted to understand (or at least attempt and empathise) to the fullest extent why he presented himself in such a way, in addition to his relations with others.

when he confronts Noctis and is interrupted by Ardyn, i was on edge but also incredibly captivated and wanted to see more of him?

when he discovers his sister's fate and you have to fight him as Ignis? one of the most emotional fights in the game, for me. you see a man, who was once incredibly proud and threatening, to an emotional, broken mess. as well as he tries to maintain his composure, he loses the one thing he cared for most. he wanted the best for Lunafreya.

characters / antagonists opposing the main character always interest me.

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            A soft, almost inaudible click signified it was secure. Exhaling, you slowly lowered your gloved hands from your ears and stared at your reflection in the mirror. From the hairstyle, to the makeup, you looked completely out of your element.

           The blush on your cheeks only further accentuated your actual flushing face, and you immediately looked away from what you saw. The sounds of heels clicking toward you grew closer while you nervously fiddled with the silky texture covering your palms. The corners of your lips turned upward timidly as you looked to the familiar blonde before you.

           “With all due respect, Lady Lunafreya, I do not think I am prepared for an event such as this.”