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𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐄𝐎𝐍𝐒 𝐇𝐀𝐃 𝐃𝐎𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐓 𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐀 𝐄𝐍𝐕𝐈𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐄 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐘𝐕𝐀𝐓𝐀𝐍 𝐏𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐍 , 𝐅𝐑𝐄𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐔𝐍𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃.   astral and whimsy.  and wherever they’d go, they would belong.  for a seeress bereft of her home, unbelonging and still half-settled, tied to the arteries of time, the wonder arose frequently when those visions of dust would finally be realized to dust, when the dream of eternity consumed those who fled every passing day from its consumption.  beneath the faint moon-sheen she folded her hands and hummed out her pondering softly.  and even this, cradled within the security of khaenri’ahn walls, would be a state momentarily existing before it did no longer.  “ for the naked eye, it is an unchanging sight, but what seems eternal is, in fact, not.  i believe she wants to remind us about our own evanescence.  that, though we may last long, it shan’t be forever.  even the moon, will disappear one day. “  abruptly did she then acknowledge etiquette might not be appropriately applied to chatter nigh resembling ‘ small talk ‘, not at all the place for philosophies and spills of vague prognostics.   “ forgive me, kind dainsleif, cryptic remarks are a terrible habit i ought to unlearn for private conversations. ” // @reginrokkr

Inteyvat anthers glow in the dead of the night, an announcement of their detachment from the shackles of their filaments to fly towards the nocturne dome specked with their companions-to-be: the stars, and the lonely moon that sheds its frigid, albescent light in the kingdom of darkness. Ever since his arrival to Khaenri'ah, this is the first time Dáinsleif has the opportunity to be on a vantage point like this with an even better company than his own solitude.

Glacial sapphires turn to look at the angelic figure beside him, what little and natural light that reaches Khaenri'ah imprinted on her like she's the source of this luminescence. ❝Many moons has it been since you witnessed this view, yes? Has it ever changed since then?❞

@moonichor ✦

Luna → Light

" 𝐀𝐇 , 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐍𝐄𝐃. how was your day, sephiroth ? would you indulge me with your tales ? " // @wingedcruelty

" 𝐈 𝐀𝐌 𝐖𝐄𝐋𝐋 𝐀𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐈 𝐀𝐒𝐊𝐄𝐃 𝐎𝐅 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐈𝐒 𝐀 𝐓𝐀𝐒𝐊 𝐌𝐎𝐒𝐓 𝐖𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃 𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐎𝐎 𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐓 𝐀𝐍 𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 ; considering the implications. i shan't hold it against you if you ever decide to withdraw from our deal. i wanted you to know that. " // @hellseng ( dante. )

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𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐒𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐇𝐎𝐎𝐃 𝐑𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐁𝐎𝐓𝐇 𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐍 𝐓𝐎 𝐁𝐄 𝐏𝐄𝐎𝐏𝐋𝐄 ;    whilst this defied her suchness as celestial body, orbit-shackled to natural arrangements.  selene was born to catch fallen stars ;  to keep a globe in place which long refused order, one so desperate to shatter and drown into its self-inflicted calamities, its wars, its addictions for her crystalline tears to numb the powerlessness.  burdens unbeknownst to you, this maiden child, too, had yet to taste cinder, touch fire, behold a blaze, whereas it was her utmost purpose to witness the world wholly in all its terrific stages, and to accept all impending marring.  she was not to be spared, she was to be wrought for gods.  this sisterhood required both children to be people, but they soon would find each other bereft of human components.  nevermore an exchange of delights, caught in the midst of crossfires one so young be far too naive to. a day so dreadful she enclosed her little star between her arms and hoped for this week to ever last.  freeze into stasis /  safely eternal  / sheltered and unstained.    " no one will, i'm afraid.  it's always been you, and you will always be the one i shall share desserts and pick flowers with.  but you needn't fret over me.  i learn to take care of myself— "    little effort was invested to repress trembling breath, a rasp song of lament.  (  still but a child.  still a sister.  )    " promise me to be good. " 

𝐍𝐎𝐗 𝐒𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐃 𝐁𝐘 𝐒𝐘𝐌𝐁𝐎𝐋𝐈𝐂𝐒 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐋𝐒. the moon to the stars. the virtuous to the luxuriate. one bounded by bygone oath and the other a mere spare. in this soliloquy adorned by destiny, unknowing asteria can only cling to her own frustration. her discontent immerging from childish inconvenience, unable to let go the sister to whom she held so dear. the mere embodiment of youthful ignorance, the tips of starlight's fingers only knows how to flee. runaway and hide, while shrinking away from any known responsibility. she simply could not understand, for how could she when you had shielded her wings so that she may know flight. always always so selfless, how could she see anything passed the obedience you solemnly shoulder —— you are still a child, selene. you are. you are her sister first, before you were someone else's oracle.

❝ ——what if i give you all my pudding cups, can't you stay more then a week ? ❞ see how she begs, her pouty lips bartering her known delights. ❝ i don't want to share you. who else is going to pick flowers with you and sneak the strawberry candy to you during prayer time ? ❞ such a spoiled child, yet genuine all the same. ❝ sometimes you forget to eat too, so who is going to take care of you all the way over there if we are all here ? it's so silly. ❞

darling moon

The Awakening Of The Poet, Gabriel Ferrier (1899)

where the heck is steph ? well, not here right now, obviously ! i may need to re-watch some media to get motivation back in order to write my moon again, but the current blogroll is long overdue. if you wish to still catch me at my somewhat semi most active you can find me on the following blogs :

dion lesage

rufus shinra

louis guiabern

is the moon made out of cheese

yes, mozzarella specifically.