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Lunafreya Nox Fleuret | The Oracle ([personal profile] sacredrites) wrote in [community profile] pastorella2017-01-11 12:37 am

( closed ) Schmoopy Lunyx things

Who: Luna and Nyx
What: A wild adventure
Where: literally all over Eos
Warnings: NSFW



timeline of events:
» meeting
» party saving
» separation thanks to the fall of Insomnia
» blissful reunion after Luna dies and comes back
» that one moment where they kinda kissed a few weeks after Noctis started his nap and her bro died
» darkness bonding times for Lunyx - great for UST
» failed meeting resulting in a little TLC



relevant gifs: i | ii | iii | iv | v | vi | vii | nsfw plurk image dump
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[personal profile] guardduty 2017-01-31 09:31 am (UTC)(link)
[A man like Nyx collects regrets the way some walk a beach and collect seashells, and taking that last step into Lunafreya's doorway to see her propped up in the stark white bed adds a few more to the pile. They land like boulders, knocking the air from his lungs. For one stricken second, just looking at her, a reunion that neither of them were supposed to live to see, no words come to mind.

Barely noticing the dogs, his gaze goes to her and stays there, riveted. When he'd left her in Libertus' care, the princess been bruised and weary, but still mostly in one piece. Still standing. The figure in the bed is a pale ghost of the young woman he'd last seen giving a speech to thousands at a podium, as unyielding as Insomnian steel.

To put it bluntly, she looks like fresh hell. Alive and awake, though, which is better than the jaded soldier in him had been expecting.

I should've gotten her to Altissia. It's that jaded part of him talking, the place where his regrets live. Seeing the smudges of exhaustion under her eyes is like a punch. None of this should have happened.

It's the apology that finally breaks him out of his trance at the door. She's sorry?]


Whoa, hey--

[He's at her bedside before she can get another breath in. His hair and leather are still greyed with dust from the debris in the air, but the sleeve of his armor hides the worst of the burns he'd been dealt in Insomnia as he rests a hand on the bed railing.]

You have nothing to be sorry for. I'm the one who should be apologizing--it looks like I was late to the party. [An attempt at a smile quirks his mouth, but it doesn't mask the thickness in his voice, a rasp that's rougher than usual behind the words.] Long time, no see.
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scoops you into my arms and spins you

[personal profile] guardduty 2017-02-18 10:26 pm (UTC)(link)
So are you. Unless a hospital bed was the best accommodation they could do. Not very swanky for a princess.

[He gently retracts his hand, putting it back by his side where it can't become the focus of the present where they'd very nearly lost two people of far more value. If the prince hadn't tamed Leviathan, if rescue had been any slower reaching Lunafreya...

The injuries he'd sustained from Drautos and the Old Wall are nothing in comparison. Old news. Nyx's gaze sweeps the room as if judging the amenities in Altissia and finding them lacking, light humor still branding the deflection for what it is. The best defense is a good offense. Cornering off that cold, dread feeling eating away at his gut keeps him from wincing when his gaze settles on her again, drawn to each bruise and cut visible on exposed skin. (She's pale. Too pale.)]


Hey, no tears, all right? You're alive, His Highness is alive, we're all alive. That's all that matters. [And now that he's talking it feels like he needs to fill in the silence that threatens to fall in the spaces between his words, so he forges ahead, grasps at what comes to mind.] Libertus is here. I knew I should have punched him harder for not following you outside the city like he was supposed to.
Edited 2017-02-18 22:28 (UTC)
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[personal profile] guardduty 2017-02-22 09:59 am (UTC)(link)
[Unapologetically obstinate even now, swathed in bandages and propped up in a bed, eyes wet and pain written in the creases around them from injuries he surmises are worse than he can see.

Somehow that's reassuring. Some things haven't changed when it seems everything else in the world has. The coil in his chest relaxes a little.]


Speaking of your travels, you didn't mention you planned to go around waking up gods when you visited the Crown City.

[There's a lot unsaid in that one statement, a lot Nyx now realizes Regis and Lunafreya had known but hadn't disclosed. The ruse behind the treaty and the wedding, for one. Maneuvering Noctis outside the Wall before it could fall, for another. And now astrals, as if the rest wasn't enough.]

And here I thought the title of Oracle was just for show. We heard what happened at the Disc of Cauthess from what's left of the Crownsguard when we caught up to them--you and Prince Noctis have put on one hell of a wild goose chase. [A glance at the dogs curled up on the bed before he casts around him, finding a chair and pulling it close to sink into. Now that the chase has finally come to an end and he's found the prince and princess in one piece, the pumping adrenaline keeping him on his feet slows to a trickle.] I was hoping to catch you both, I just... didn't imagine it like this.

[He won't pretend he knows what the fuck is going on, that he should find the last remaining Caelum communing with the Six. (This started being above his pay grade the moment he slipped that ring on his finger and heard Regis' voice. A little before that, if he's being honest.)

Simple is best. He likes simple. Prefers it. Once upon a time, that had been his life--straightforward, uncomplicated. Gaze trailing over her, the sentiment that enters his voice is just that--plain and unornamented gladness, subtle but there in the inflection in his words, the corners of his smile. Gods are walking the earth, but some blessings are small.]


It's good to see you still in one piece after all this time.

[Words don't do it justice, even if he were good with them, which he isn't.]