praelior:

ardyn-dono . . .. . i don't know what to t-t-think ... this gift is ... !!!

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there’s more where that came from i don’t believe i’ve ever seen you b l u s h so much in my entire life . i’ll have to come up with a few more of these , if i’m to get used to this side of you . ”

 

praelior:

✶ » @daemonizing .

      raw chill brushed ‘gainst skin, minacious  / tranquil  profile  of ruins establish a gloomy backdrop. from every microscopic air gram,  epidemic imbued in  cavernous & abundant societies. nay – humankind compel into locations where holy endeavors, monstrosities patient     until white glow quenched     / valor pushing them back. tonight,  clear  skies   prodigious  daemons,  eschewing  divinity ;  feeble things, incapable of anything else beside ruination. he, amused in their oncoming annihilation. but – someone drew him here.

      singular blue inspected ‘pon countenance betrayal wrought, vermilion hair tousled. insomnia’s castle maintained its grandeur, excluding starscourge outside.  within untouched & bitterness on tongue’s tip.

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                      – the infernian’s work.    verification  unneeded, for bahamut knew – & the cosmos fed winged-dragon knowledge. a quiet, unpredictable arrival / onyx leather shoes reflecting light’s benevolence.

presage samples across tongue, a portending rigidity wielding solitary jaw as idle heights loiter nearest an eye to the city. the window — skeletal beauty exuded through its translucence — magnifies an isolate temperament of the ‘ usurper ’ lurking within the uppermost corridors of the citadel. mutilating humanity’s resilience and harmonizing the sacrilege of its evolutionary deterioration ( into daemons ), he grasps at the vespers for its cadaver.

mankind petitions an evening ‘ prayer ’ through silent deliberation, ruminating an attempt of their uprising, whilst the gloaming embers of the cosmos’s omission smolder behind amber glare of its accursed. the principle of memory caresses ardyn’s observance as he gazes to the malformity of darkness below — the jurisdiction of his scourge — and collects the silhouette of spontaneity; an ‘ ego ’ most audacious in approach.

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“ you are the first , but surely not the last to visit me —— have you come for the people , or yourself , i wonder ? hmhn … you are shorthanded , devoid of the sovereign i yearn for , and yet —— you cannot possibly be a martyr . some ‘ nameless practitioner ’ endeavoring to cure our light’s erosion … are you exploring insomnia to find me ? no — i mean nothing to you . the world knows not of my bond to its scourge —— unless … ” fingers broaden against splay of glass — evocative — whilst eyes immerse themselves with the advance of anonymity; castle’s entrance a formidable invitation.

“ ——— you are not what you appear to be ; who you appear to be . ”

 

Anonymous:

how do you truly feel about Ardyn?

praelior:

      @daemonizing .   ❪   tagging you for obvious reasons.   ❫

      lips parted /  brows  furrow,  mind  attempting  to  comprehend  audacity of  the  question. a rebarbative solicitude began to inflate within the cavernous pits of his stomach, edging ‘oward a soul divine / seraphic & encouraging the wyrmking to respond – betraying himself, above all.

      emotion: he seldom felt, excluding indignation, disgust & melancholy for the chosen king. his ascension meant relinquishing  humanity,  encompassing the  mold of  a  king of gods.  gauntlet-clad  hand’s  grip on sword tightened by an unnoticeable fraction & moments where he thought of himself were few.

                                           ardyn & i were comrades – brothers in arms.

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      when the first starscourge  plagued eos,  it was bahamut who descended  / whispered to the deprived healer of his ordinance – you are  chosen,  o’ king of light, to  cleanse this  land.  he presented himself in mortal ‘guise, shepherding ardyn lucis caelum on path unknown & purpose. they fought side-by-side, as the kings / queens of lucis would done so in the future. bahamut might have learned a thing or two about emotion – the gift given to humanity.     & it gave him a new perspective.  ❫

      however, the winged-god turned his back on ardyn. it was a command given by the crystals – & he had no choice. unable to transform the  very fabric  of law, & he  watched in masked  horror as his once-brother was dragged into exile /  umbrage. then, he  sent a CHILDnot in his  prime, to land the  final blow on the accursed.  bahamut  was  consumed  by  remorse unending – & he  still  was,  albeit  veiled  by phlegmatic countenance. he closed his eyes, & waved the stranger off.

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                                            in time, i yearn for your forgiveness.

 

allow me

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

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