tiiamate:

—- As it appeared; the little insight of rejection towards his request caused certain faltering in the way of word choice and changed drastically, as he molded these with more care by now. However… you savior of the plagued, healer of the sick; take a closer look at this dreamlike animation of a godly creature as old as time. Only for you had she granted ever so half-heartly a form unseen by many, in order to gather your trust that this contract required. Even if she could not permit a presentation of REAL structures to grasp truly. With that in mind one would wonder where her true body laid in secret - followed by the reason. Was she sitting just in the hidden, with inner laughs about his foolish question? Or were the needs for friendly actions the actual matter?

      Was she a sleeping one, only to be awoken once the pact would have solid stance? ( Not to confuse, the title of a cursed princess did not suit her; since no warmth of a kiss would wake her surely. ) Queston over question. The answers remained a secret until the moment of their uncoveration.

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       Fickle were these hums that slipped.

       He did not fail to entertain the siren with hoaxes and stumbling expression, so unintended - he almost managed to flatter this glimmering mirage, which was adorned by crystalline particles - enlightening the darkness of this forsaken temple. “Thou shall be forgiven – for now. Yet; do we request in return for our guiding hand a hint of trust.” ALMOST folded the grace of a smile along her delicate line, yet a denying reflex erased it into utter blankness once more. She was a dame of iron - not a soft woman. 

        If his words were mirrored - even in silence - she was assured they would taste sweet upon her tongue. How tempting: Leading his existence into nothingness by treacherously pointing him into false directions… or as he suggested; Trap this stranger. ( in this case the ever so fascinating male A never returning chance you would assume, to keep his presence beside her, in order to suppress this dull desolateness that prevailed her imposed ‘prison’. But: counterproductive in its essence was this thought. FREEDOM, that would be the goal. Preferably for both of them.   

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       “As inviting an eternal conversation with this chosen may be, we surely can fantasize about a better place to do so. Therefore, worry not, we would not trap but instead lead thee to objects that thy hand must lay upon. Three in number.” Only a touch, more would he not need. One could witness the maiden’s image to finally float in slow motion, circling around his masculine frame, whilst more words escaped. Details most intriguing were examined. His eyes and strands… what uncommon beauty - for a human being. “Carved from the remains of our shell, these shards carry great magic within - in relevance for our bond, this will be key. Do this and thine will be our assistance, along with thy freedom.”

modification of etiquette does not go unnoticed. eloquence of imploration, an aspiring dance with the siren, successes across tidal breath and gloaming eyes. as anticipated, ardyn swift to recognize fault in untimely demands, his reconciliation with the goddess charms her lips against gravity’s descent. modest smile, quickly returned to the suppression of her impassive repute, graces not only her complexion — but the heart and reactivity of the caelum. he favors her forgiveness, a humble incline of features expressing regal commendation ( A BOW ). her wrath is avoided. a blessing to their acquaintance, a curse upon their downfall. the sorrow to be spared — if only she were to slay him, here.

inadvertently, surpassing his own premeditated skepticism, ardyn submerges himself within her oath and the harmless banter to follow; eyes fixated upon revolution of the deity. she turns — orbiting — weightless throughout the air. her encasing, affective fluctuation of motion elicits a surge within him. the beat of his chest is more flustered than the words of his tongue — rather ludicrous of internal composure — yet the pulsation’s quiver does not conclude until such a time as she returns to frontal sights. she certainly knows how to exercise the authority of her eyes, that is, in negotiating an opinion of his physique whilst transitioning around his person. to what judgment did she reach? ‘ not so charming, as your brother, ’ perhaps. or, more likely, ‘ your conceit is not supported by your exterior profile. ’ to speculate her assessment leaves intellect vulnerablesusceptible to detection — as she is soon to identify absence of retort. suppositions are better left to the inanimate loyalties of pillow.

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“ i am most gracious , tiamate . i assure you — my faith is absolute ; my trust , everlasting . as were it not , i would hardly risk the ailment of inundated lungs . that is not to say —— you would drown me , though you are a goddess in possession of the right to do so . ”

gradient dignity along shoulder’s breadth inclines, rolling back to support an inflating ribcage. a sighescapes him, lowering swell of chest to customary settlement as brows furrow with the commencement of voyage. she has agreed upon notion of escort; apprised him the numeral of three archaic mana to locate. so what of this hesitation? this grievance of his ankles, so disproportionately reluctant in their hinges? to postulate would prove dangerous, as to what degree would he wish to stay? to be truly lost within these walls, alongside the humanesque deity, as formerly japed? these questions are governed by the essentiality of his undertaking: the battle against the plague of the infernian. he mustn’t deliberate. only move.

“ ——— be that as it may , it would be foolish to squander any more of your time . the intricacy of this ruin lies with your familiarity , tia . ehn — beg pardon … tiamate . ” formality of regard will bring him untimelydisgrace. neglecting flaw of discourse, he proceeds summarily, extending arm to the fiber optic radiance of her illusive anatomy.

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“ shall we — ? ”

 

allow me

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

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this is an indie roleplay blog for
Ardyn Izunia
from final fantasy xv.
( she / her )

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