This is a brand new Aphelios blog that is offering you a chance to channel your thoughts while he performs his duties to the moon and tries to ignore you while giving you a good shoulder to cry on or talk to at the same time!

  When he actually gets to “talk” (read: he will stop ignoring your attempts to communicate) to you, he will introduce you to his Lord and Saviour, the Moon, and you might win a first row ticket to a fantastic moonlight show performed by yours One and Only: Aphelios! (weapons included)

Don’t miss out for this next adventure and this magnificent friendship might just be yours!

callousness     ,     it     was     all     that     they     knew     ⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯     hate     filled     hearts     a     means     to     an     end.     time     &     time     again     would     they     repeat     the     same     mistakes     ,     never     to     learn     ;     never     to     change.     it     mattered     not     the     words     of     guidance     that     were     offered     ,     nor     the     whispers     from     the     stars     that     attempted     to     show     truth     ,     blind     were     the     eyes     that     did     not     wish     to     see     ⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯     deaf     the     ignorant     ears     that     rejected     all     that     was     not     their     truth.     how     fallen     star     had     tried     to     guide     ,     to     coax     towards     a     future     better     ,     but     fate     was     not     hers     to     change     ;     those     who     did     not     want     change     ,     would     not.

how     fruitless     their     fight     was     ,     blood     shed     in     the     name     of     moon     &     sun     ⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯     claimed     to     be     different     ,     yet     one     in     the     same.     one     could     not     exist     without     the     other     ,     two     halves     of     the     same     coin     ;     so     why     did     their     devotees     try     so     desperately     to     rid     the     other     ?     mortal     hatred     she     simply     could     not     understand.     yet     still     she     sought     to     lend     aid     despite     distaste     for     their     ways     ,     forever     to     go     where     she     was     needed.

albeit     it     would     seem     she     arrived     too     late     ,     or     perhaps     . .     right     on     time.     life     snuffed     from     so     many     ,     so     many     but     one.     knees     met     the     surface     of     blood     soaked     ground     ,     hand     reaching     to     rest     before     chest.          ❝     you     have     fought     bravely     ,     ❞          delicate     the     flow     of     words     ,     gentle     the     smile     spared.     yet     there     was     sorrow     within     ,     brief     pain     even     as     a     subtle     glow     emitted     from     hand     ⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯     taking     pain     to     bear     herself     ,     just     enough     to     save     life.          ❝     rest     now     ,     lunari     ,     you     have     earned     your     slumber     ❞

darkest   night,   no   stars   above,   moon   hiding   behind   the   faint   grey   clouds,   barely   visible.   pitch   black   void   over   the   battlefield   of   one     &   many   others.   it   wasn’t   fair,   not   in   the   slightest   -   but   that’s   what   he   was   always   ready   for,   trained   since   very   young   age   to   know   what   to   do   in   such   situation.   KILL.     &   yet   -   he   hated   everytime   he   had   to   do   it.   it   was   like   he   was   never   meant   to   follow   this   path,   yet   there   he   was,   covered   in   dark   corrupted   blood   of   the   SUN worshipers,   mixed   with   his   own   poisoned,   blue   flowing   into   one.   dried   crimson   patches   all   over   his   body     &   clothes   -   it   will   take   so   long   to   clean.   the   horrible   smell   of   death     &   metal   making   it   difficult   to   breathe.   

heavy   inhales     &   exhales   were   slower   with   each   following   one,   trembling   legs   tried   to   support   his   entire   weight     &   keep   it   still,   standing   -   leaning   over   the   CALIBRUM,   which   tip   of   digged   firmly   into   the   mud.   wounds   over   his   face,   ripped   clothing   -   all   bleeding   still.   yet   he   felt   no   pain.   not   at   all   -   just   overwhelming   weakness   taking   over   him     &   his   mind.   he   hears   something,   someone   calling   to   him,   voice   ringing   in   a   weird   pitch   in   his   ears     &   in   his   head   but   he   can’t   grasp   who   it   belongs   to.   alune   …   ?   NO   -   confusion   surrounds   him   as   he   struggles   to   think   straight.   

how   many   has   he   killed      ?   he   had   no   clue,   but   he   was   glad   it   was   over.   the   plains   that   looked   gorgeous   beforehand   with   green,   moonlighted   grass   now   were   destroyed   by   the   CARNAGE   he   caused.   he   hated   it.   but   he   was   ambushed,   they   were   the   first   ones   to   attack   -   he   had   to   defend   himself.   

suddenly   everything   went   misty,   senses   failed   to   function   at   all,   almost   deafening   him,   losing   any   sense   of   smell,   not   knowing   his   surroundings   anymore.   now   kneeling   on   the   ground   as   he   shifted   down   still   so   desperately   grasping   his   weapon.   eyelids   slowly   falling   down.   is   this   how   it   ends   for   him   ?   

the   voice   keeps   calling   but   it   forms   into   multiple   whispers,   yells   until   it   finally   finds   its   correct   frequency     &   the   sentence,   bright   as   the   stars   echoes   to   him   ‘’   rest   now,   lunari   ‘’   he   hears     &   forces   his   eyes   to   open   once   again   to   see   where   did   the   angelic   voice   come   from.   he   keeps   breathing,   faster   now     &   slightly   more   steady   than   before.   few   blinks   as   he   sees   the   creature   …   the   woman   before   him.   he   remained   silent,   finding   no   strength   yet   to   even   try   to   communicate   in   any   way   -   not   that   he   could.   he   simply   glared   at   her,   examining   the   features   of   her   face.   who   was   she   ?   WHAT   was   she?     &   most   importantly   -   why   was   she   saving   him?  

Feel free to change how you see fit!

Sentence Starters

“Come on, let’s get you away from there.”

“Hey, are you okay?”

“You look like you could use a hug.”

“Don’t listen to them. You’re perfect the way you are.”

“Let it all out.. I’m here for you.”

“You don’t have to tell me anything, but I’m here for you okay?”

“You look down. This calls for cuddles.”

“A kiss here. A kiss there... Ah! There’s the smile I’ve been hoping to see!”

“Do you want to talk about it?”

“You’re safe now, I promise.”

“I’m not going to let anyone else hurt you.”

“You okay? I could tell they were bothering you..”

“I heard about what happened. I’m so sorry, _.”

“It’s nothing to be ashamed of. You’re allowed to cry.”

“You have every right to feel that way.”

“Is there anything I can do to help?”

“I’m so sorry you’re going through this.”

“I thought you could use some space.”

“I’ll give you as many hugs as you need, okay?”

“Can I get you anything? Tea? Hot chocolate?”

“You don’t have to go through this alone.”

“Is something on your mind?”

“If they’re bothering you, I’ll go tell them something.”

“No, you don’t deserve to be treated like that.”

“I got you all of your favorite snacks.”

“No, you don’t need to blame yourself.”

“You’ll get through this and I’ll be here every step of the way.”

“You have every right to be upset.”

“You don’t have to hide your tears from me.”

“Tell me what happened.”

“I’m here to listen.”

“Did you have a nightmare? Do you want to talk about it?”

“How about we go on a walk. It might calm your nerves.”

Actions

[Hug] Sender pulls receiver into a hug.

[Tears] Sender wipes tears from receiver’s face.

[Kisses] Sender gives receiver many kisses all over.

[Cuddle] Sender cuddles with receiver after a rough day.

[Drink] Sender makes receiver something to drink.

[Visit] Sender shows up at receiver’s place shortly after learning something is wrong.

[Rest] Sender stays in bed with receiver.

[Alone] Sender leads receiver away from the crowd after seeing that they need space.

[Cry] Sender holds receiver close as they cry.

[Meal] Sender makes receiver a warm meal.

[Hand] Sender gives reciever’s hand a gentle squeeze.

[Hair] Sender gently strokes receiver’s hair.

[Pat] Sender puts a hand on reciever’s shoulder.

[Massage] Sender gives receiver a shoulder rub.