tiiamate:

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—- Sorcery was key for the resting temple’s activation with ease; and he possessed a perfect genetic match within his veins. Noticed were the humble steps of approach. The shrine reigned by Oceans tranquility, welcomed almost friendly something that filled the silence – if it’s given by the right individual. 

       The U R G E to chuckle with amused melodies grew greater the further his words proceeded. With his gestures and expression. With the curls of his hair and the textile of clothing - elegance blessed this man in a special way. One detail to acknowledge shall be courage and bold tone in which he spoke. Charisma proved to be of essential importance, in the position in which he must tow the weight of a crown. Most to believe to be too heavy, yet royal blood contained not only human genetics, but potential. So flaxen and precious. Far beyond what human race performed to date. That was why they were chosen; that was why they were burdened by the requirements of heaven. – – – Although unimpressed by his demands towards her own; a certain constellation of letters awoke fullest attention for his matters.

       TIAMATE – – Her name.

       Rarely remembered by nowadays folks. Rather feared they the enormous size of her most memorable form to call her the Leviathan. Tragic? Yes and no. In fact sometimes it’s been complying with what would be the best. No one came too near. Yet another fickle momentum by serpent shaped waters was on display as reaction. Face to face would the speck like to oppose. Thinks he is privileged to witness the veritable visage of a goddess. He shall be disappointed. We are not bound nor even able, thus we will not obey. However this is all we can do.” Whilst sway of angelic speech reflected against iron walls, to wander through her shrine; a ghostly image appeared salient in midst the halls, where his stance graced the lonely void of elder architecture.

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        Despite its flicker with transparence, not truly here yet everywhere, a maiden’s presence roamed within this projection. She’s bright as colliding stars, soft in the structures of her face and figure like no human vividly remembered.  “O dear king. Thy horizon is not wide enough to grasp our will and intention. They speak of our cruelty, yet is flesh not our interest as tribute for the pact desired by thee.” Composure, as even as the glassy surface of a water pool, prevailed into voice’s structure. Though the type was scratched and rough. A contrast ever so vibrant.

        “Merely the connection itself between mortal and immortal shall be forged prior. Cooperation - how thy kind name it - that is what both of us must do, to release the true might of divine strength. It rests amongst these shells. – – Without its discovery, thy aptitude to carry this compound is doubted, and we cannot bind with every fiber of our being.”

an incarcerated beauty, confined to the ageless mouldings of extraneous architecture. limitations of movement, of sociality —— a burden of her alienation. by whose will does she remain here? of her own? the gods’? with such amenity of motion, her body harmonious with the nebulous haze of water’s flexibility, surely she would seek recreational distraction of their onerous calamity ( THE STARSCOURGE ) with the inane recklessness of human innocence. to watch children at play, perhaps upon the shores to which her jurisdiction convenes. in place of such alleviation, she disposes herself to the shadows of history. a contract of memory, reminisced exclusively by the deified ophidian of the seas. should this caelum ever relinquishhisliberty of interplay, forego his fond network of companions and relatives, he would be marginalized by the contaminating dictation of unwarranted solitude. but of course, it was foolhardy to ponder such a fate for their savior — for a king sanctified with the embrace of light.

her words congeal, frictionless upon native tongue. ardyn’s suborbital reflections regale affluence, prolific in their apposite warmth to the celestial’s articulation. it seems his rhetoric proves a vulgarity in her presence, distasteful in its latent persuasion for her to oblige his request. a perfunctory wager, given the infamy of her wrath, of which has refunded him the urge of further pressing her tolerance. accordingly, no matter his regal status as the crystal’s chosen, the goddess defers physical acquaintance.

a ubiquitous wave of lightless compassion surrounds him, resonating sublime pitch of divinity. perhapsrevulsion of his suggestion was the wrong assessment. instinctually, a minimal withdrawal of features, optics declining to floor’s rippling visuals, accompanies her transformation. a compellingbrightness prompts closure of eyelids, shielding contraction of pupils from luminance of her transitioning complexion. she intends to cooperate, donning his eyes a visage long secreted from the sights of men for reasons both apparent and presumed. she’s emulates that of the glacian’s beauty — documented exquisiteness — without so much as an intention of surpassing one’s grace with another. her picturesque figure implies an alluring daintiness, ardyn’s returning gaze smitten with her domineering guidance.

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“ forgive me , it appears i have overstepped . never has it been my intention —— nor will be my intention —— to offend you , for i wish to have your hand in mine upon exit of this … highly ‘ sentimental ’ shrine . if i am to carry this divine strength , i will not see my collecting its burden fortuitously . you captivate — nm …honor me with your revelation . i need only ask you remain nearest to me , as i must overcome the susceptibility of losing my way in this paradise . ”

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“ if i were to place a hand over my eyes , and step forth blindly to the discretion of these — aquatic halls — would my chances of survival fair better with your presence at ear , or shall i prepare myself for the deception of sweet nothings ? the illustrious leviathan … to draw the chosen away from the affliction of the starscourge , and trap him here — in her labyrinth — forevermore ? or will you accompany me in earnest , and commence our affiliation with sincerity ? ”

 

allow me

❛ Each night you t e a r apart a name, calling yourself everything but the light. ❜

to regale you

this is an indie roleplay blog for
Ardyn Izunia
from final fantasy xv.
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