GUARDIAN

                 the moon will guide you through the night with her BRIGHTNESS                                    but she will always dwell in the DARKNESS                                                       in order to be SEEN

                                          carbuncle | ffxv | imagined by prince

( 「   RP MEME :  RANDOM DIALOGUE 2.0   」 | @glacierites )

‘ how about i take you home? ’

HOME HAD ALWAYS BEEN A BIT OF A FOREIGN CONCEPT. home had always been something that had belonged to others. the world was his duty, he rested when & where he could, & he travelled more than he settled. once upon a time, he had always been welcome within origin, but he had always felt as though he was an attendant being called to his lord–––– visiting had always been an addition to his servitude instead of a triumphant return home. another aspect of his duty.

❝ your offer is...very kind. ❞

he wouldn't go into too much detail. the last thing he wanted to do was cause any undue concern, especially to jill. eikonic he may have been, but his outward appearance was still that of a boy. he had seen others worry for him before, & it pulled at his heart–––– made him feel deceptive, as though he was cheating. this was the way it was. the way it had always been.

❝ but, i don't have a home to be returned to. ❞

his waist bent slightly in a bow, a show of gratitude for the offer she'd made. carr hoped his smile was enough of a reassurance so that he could continue to wander the world, searching for his answers without the risk of being a burden on her thoughts.

( 「   RP MEME :  RANDOM DIALOGUE 2.0   」 | @asterites )

‘ when was the last time you slept? ’

HE'D READ A POEM ONCE, A LONG TIME AGO. it had been about the long slumber of the archaean, & there had been a line about how the gods only slept after feats of strength that displayed the power that set them apart from mortals. it had been the first time that he had truly questioned the differences between himself & the hexatheon. he needed far more rest than the other astrals, & he needed to perform no grand effort to make himself tired. though he needed far less sleep than humans, exhaustion would eventually find him, as it always had.

perhaps that was where the stubbornness begun. the want to push himself when he got tired––––another hour, another day, another person helped–––– to close the gap between them, if he could. most days, there were little consequences. he knew his limits, & there was usually no one else around who was insistent on attending to him, & all was usually well. but there, with stella, he found himself caught.

carr hadn't realized that he had fallen quiet until she  brushed his hair from his head, & his tired eyes met her gaze. he hummed at her question, but ultimately found himself embarrassed of his answer.

❝ it's been a long time. ❞

that much, at least, he could admit, & he hoped he could avoid a scolding if he left the timing vague. but there, warm & comfortable, he found that he couldn't wait any longer. he yawned, leaning into stella's side, & keeping his eyes open quickly became a monumental task.

❝ would you mind? ❞

he would still ask. the last thing he wanted to do was interrupt their time together. his visits with here were rare, treasured moments, & he didn't want to waste a single second.

( tiny rainbow cottonball- so scary | @blighteds )

"we shall be its final witness" i don't particularly care for this tiny little rainbow cotton ball threatening me

don't think about it as threatening, think about it as it's an inevitability that you can't escape and he's just pointing it out. <3

5000 years before the story unfolds, carbuncle is created by ultima alongside man.

( i told you, you see nothing | @lucisking )

omg... hi :)

you're not very good at following directions

     quick, short footsteps approached in her direction, his hands cupped gently around an unseen object. though he was clearly running, he was careful, avoiding rocks & dips in the path that could have made his short legs stumble. he couldn’t give away his surprise too early–––– or worse, ruin it when he was finally so close to showing it to her.

     ❝ i was in altissia, & they gave me something special! ❞

     the statement in & of itself was probably enough to give away just what it was that he had. it had been a gift from a merchant, apparently a well known one, for several other children had been there to receive one from him. he had only joined the small crowd out of curiosity, & the gift he had been given had intrigued him enough that he had to show her.

     his hands finally opened, & in his palm rested a small paper bird.

     ❝ they’ve got a state there. of you! they said if we could get the bird into the statue’s mouth, then we would have good luck!❞

     throughout his explanation, his hold shifted, gentle hands holding the top of the bird, moving it gently through the air to mimic a graceful flight. when he finally finished, he held it up towards her, his smile bright.

     ❝ i’ll be the luckiest of them all, since i get to give it to the real you!❞

( send one for my muse’s reaction to your muse --- | @oracula​ )

☁ = being caught in the middle a storm with them .

     he didn’t mind the rain. summer was on the horizon, so the air was warm, & the rain that fell lacked any of it’s usual icy chill. he had initially reached out a hand from the shelter he had taken to fell the droplets against his hand. the smoothness of it against his skin was still unfamiliar. spending time in the rain was something he didn’t usually allow himself to indulge in regularly, let alone in the form of the people that he cherished so. but, on his last visit to a nearby village, he had seen children don their boots & rush out into the rain with a quickness that had impressed him–––– & interested him.

     allowing himself to brush through a puddle or two as he traveled wasn’t unusual, & watching storms from afar or within protection from the rain had often been a nice pastime, but spending time in a storm as the rain poured over him hadn’t been something that had caught his attention until now, & never did he think he’d have the opportunity so soon.

     one step, then a second, & the rain was beginning to soak his hair. one more & he could truly feel the way the ground seemed to give slightly to his weight in its soggy state. there was a caution to his steps that gave way the instant his foot slipped along the ground, & suddenly he was moving faster. sliding through mud & hopping into puddles. 

     the area was deserted, most of the people who would have normally taken the forest path had more than likely retreated for their homes or found places to stay the moment that the sky begun to show signs of rain. normally, he relished in the company of others, but the lack of audience made him feel less silly in acting like the young boy his appearance often made others think he was.

     a flash of color caught his eye–––– an umbrella in someone’s hand heading in his direction–––– & he attempted to come to a sudden stop. but, the slippery, woodland floor had other plans & sent him skidding in their direction, & he found himself suddenly falling back into the mud, sitting practically at their feet.

     as distracted as he was, he missed the sense in the back of his mind that the woman before him was more than the average mortal. the heaviness of his damp hair obscured his vision, & in his sudden laughter he didn’t have the coordination to move it. all he could hope was that he didn’t get her wet.