come back even as a shadow even as a dream
Aphelion • Jesper Kyd feat. Melissa Kaplan
𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐌𝐈𝐑𝐊 𝐑𝐀𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐀 𝐂𝐑𝐎𝐎𝐊𝐄𝐃 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐃 𝐎𝐅 𝐌𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐇 ; neither sincere enough to show teeth or gums, nor sharp enough to paint a scoffing picture, although she did manifest scoff in the one-second frown pinching between her flaxen brows, for between humility and glorification would doubt cast its long shadow. regrettably, oracles observed the shadows too intimately for comfort, the silhouette of vedrfolnir stretching distortedly wide it became its own line, the line that warned of what happened when you overstepped. the foreboding signs of degradation, of grace melting off the halo, of aether dripping out of the pores. it was a sight incomprehensible and eldritch, a premonition so terrible it may as well be sacrilege to spell it out, and each coming day announcing its own uncertainty brought along the crumbling of her own self-control to hold her tongue.
“ and if nothing lasts forever, soon then, i hope, what comes to an end, too, is your bad habit of praising your brother too much, and you, yourself, not enough. a man can lose grasp of his own humanness if he indulges the spiritual pursuit for too long, and i much prefer an anchor to stay grounded. ” because the call of the sky for me, my body’s festering desire growing like a tumor, it scares me and no one wants to be scared. no one wants to be scared of touching something as romanticized as the stars. “ well, then, if i am not to worry about the subjects i pick for our exchanges, let me ask this : why are you here, dáinsleif ? i do not mean here, in this moment, next to me, nevermind that i do enjoy your presence. i mean why are you in the position you are in, where all you do is look up to someone or something, but not meet them eye to eye ? “ have you not been more than this, once ?
Indeed, what she says is cryptic— ominous even, as it speaks volumes of the knowledge she professes through what couldn't be considered less than an universal truth. For the long living such as them, this may look like the same sights as any other year's whenever the inteyvats bloom for two weeks before they find repose in the abode that is the stellar graveyard at their roots. Dáinsleif shakes his head slightly, meant to reassure and put the oracle's mind at ease. ◜Worry not. I may not be as profound as my brother is in the realm of spirituality, but I find truth in your words, nonetheless.◞ That's right, for he is far more detached than Vedrfolnir would be as the Visionary. Being a vessel for visions of the future to come to the present can do as much to a man, he can only hope that the sights he has of times to come aren't horrifying nor paralyzing enough to interfere in his daily life now. Only realizing now that he was back at admiring his older brother's prodigy and the traits he had gained from it thereafter, Twilight Sword proceeds to clear his throat awkwardly. ◜When you talked about the unchanging nature of a scenery for the long living, I mean. The ephemerality of these moments serve as a reminder that all must come to an end one day.◞
𝐇𝐎𝐌𝐄 " i wish i could say i am a light that never goes out, but i flicker from time to time. " // oh, little one, you have burned so quietly for so long, haven't you? burnt yourself out trying to give others light? wishing, desperately, that they would notice the way your hands shake or the wildflower bruises under your tired eyes. but they never have, have they? and so, it obviously wasn't bad? right? you had more to give, didn't you? how much could you pour yourself out before they noticed ? it is all you've ever known, after all. help, help, help, help. ( are you providing it, or begging for it? ) but you've given too much, spread yourself too thin, didn't you? you are so heavy, so tired. you have spent your life carrying for others the way you wished someone would care for you. but you're worried, aren't you? that if you can't be what they need, if you can't be the pillar for others to lean on, they'll leave you. what you seek is home, a safe place to rest and be taken care of. and little light, you deserve it. you have earned it. you are worth more than what you can provide for others : you deserve the same care you so freely give out. they will love you all the same, honey. set down the world, and rest that weary heart of yours.
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𝐀 𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐎𝐖 𝐄𝐂𝐇𝐎 / 𝐀 𝐒𝐏𝐈𝐑𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐂 𝐑𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐄𝐌. quietly, its hymns resounded within her very anatomy. a flicker's rush through spectral atoms as the familiarity of such concept would nudge on the heart ; a loose memory, too stubborn to be adjusted smoothly into entire recollection. she pondered on fragmented nostalgia, and a gentle kind of curiosity bloomed from the corners of an unrecorded woe. “ it does sound demanding, enormously so. yet, in spite of such strain, you speak so fondly of them. do you share an affection with your aeons ? ”
❛ aspiring summoners pray to the fayth ———— it can take days for the fayth to respond. if they respond at all. the amount of mental fortitude a summoner requires is astronomical. but if one does succeed, the fayth heed your call & grant their power. that is how aeons came to be. it's a strong connection that cannot be replicated or broken. every aeon is special. every fayth, unique. ❜ @moonichor
i. tenebrae’s native tongue is based on icelandic and french.
ii. luna is not gifted in drawing, and frankly is horrible at it, but it still belongs to one of her hobbies, along with journaling and gardening. she tends to more abstract painting, simply for a creative outlet that requires not much technical skill.
iii. her artistic affiliation is rather defined by singing, which is more a religious practice as oracle, hence there is only rarely a personal attachment and pride in her angelic voice. she can barely tend to her favorites of traditional tenebraen folk songs and naturally has to participate in choirs and sacred ceremonies. as a child, she began to despise singing, and would’ve continued so, had there not been a few examples she could sing in private : 1 / 2 / 3.
iv. that car scene in kingsglaive where she would take control of the wheel was improvised. she doesn’t have a license.
v. she had a grandmother called freyja and was named after her.
vi. she favors perfumes with mild floral scents, not too sweet or overwhelming, uses them as per her mood, not necessarily the same every day, and tends to experiment. one day she wears fragrance made from sylleblossom extracts, on another one from lilies or jasmine.
vii. it is evident that she does not keep sylleblossoms in her room at all times. perchance the decoration varies from blue poppies, gentianas, or yellow / purple oxeye daisies, whatever the seasons provide.
viii. while she is most often seen in white or silvery dresses, she does like to wear black or blue as well.
ix. for the most part, obviously, her relationship with niflheim’s military is one of suspicion and hostility. however, there was one soldier who stood watch over her not very long after the invasion, guarded her closely and soon became more a father she never had. the one exception she made in terms of trusting the wrong side. the crescent-shaped pendant is an item he gifted to her on her 16th birthday. one day, he vanished, and luna was left alone with a report of him to be presumed dead.
x. if there is an alternative timeline where luna survives, she would return to a shorter haircut.
is the moon made out of cheese
yes, mozzarella specifically.
i. a little headcanon ( from an earlier post ) with @asterites includes the perfidious lady cousin of the fleuret siblings, cytherea, who, in good old fleuret family tradition, perishes. but not before turning into a daemon that resembles siren from ff11. if iedolas still had an implied son ( short-haired blondie from the versus trailers ) she probably would have had a scandalous affair with him while they planned to overthrow niflheim together via to their shared greed for power.
ii. while luna has neither a particular eating disorder nor an unhealthy relationship with food, she does have the tendency to self-neglect due to overworking, which results in slight underweight and a bit of hair loss / hair thinning. that does not mean she finds no enjoyment in food or that she consumes with guilt attached, quite the opposite ; she simply finds little time to indulge. if she gave herself the chance to eat regularly, she'd find back to a healthy weight without much issue.
iii. opposite to what little we've seen of the pages within the notebook that luna and noctis exchange, she likes to decorate her entries with little ( bad ) scribbles that go along with her letter-long ( fancy ) texts. of course, over the years have assembled multiple books, filled with smaller or longer notes, insignificant or emotionally charged alike. she lets noctis vent more than she allows herself to, but sometimes even she finds herself writing down what she is feeling in her political prison.
iv. as much as square enix wants the sylleblossom to be associated with the relationship of luna & noctis because they keep showing the pressed flower in the journal, plus her death scene / the scene with ravus --- the only two times i accept this flower in relation to her and why i think she nurtures them, are : one. a field full with its blue petals appear like a sea and therefore creates a visual dynamic that reminds of the moon and its control over the ocean. two. sylleblossoms highly resemble gentiana’s and are a direct hint towards the connection between the messengers and the oracles, since the flower is native to tenebrae. other than that i just take the lunar tear out of nier and apply it as luna’s personal flower, because of the fact it grows at a lost shrine ( i oft like to symbolize that the moon as selene's forsaken body is sort of like a lost shrine ) and is said to perform miracles which is a reference to luna’s entire healer image.