· CALL ME OUT (WINTER) ·

[hobbitholmes]

call me out
· winter 2020 ·

Neon on black top, there's gentle rain downtown.
The shadow pooling underneath me, as it follows on the ground.


❚ PICK A MUSE FROM HERE
❚ WRITE THE NAME IN THE SUBJECT
❚ SEPARATE SECTION FOR VOICE TESTING
❚ ___new cmo out in a few months

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· [FINAL FANTASY] lunafreya nox fleuret.

[guidingmoonlight]

[liveandforgive]

[ continued from here. ]

I uh... [ Babump. Babump. ] Coulda sworn I ticked that box-

dissidia verse then?

[guidingmoonlight]

[ The smile on her face tells him that yes, he did. ]

You did.

here we goooo

[bloodlilies]

The pain had been the last thing he remembered. The sharp cold lancing through his body, the acrid taste of light on his tongue as it threatened to burst from him, consume him, the distant crackle of something like breaking glass in his ears-

He didn't remember blacking out. Didn't remember much beyond the agony, really, only half recalling visions of white and snippets of the Exarch's spell, before he woke up here. Although where here was, Saiun couldn't say, and whether it had been the Exarch that had sent him there, or Hydaelyn, he had even less idea. But the pain was gone. The distant ringing, the sickeningly bitter taste of light, vanished without a trace. The room he had woken up in was nothing like anywhere he had seen, and the young lady that had been tending to him had very nearly run off in a fright before calming down enough to look him over, and, deeming his health satisfactory, ushered him to meet with the woman that had "rescued" him.

No, not woman, Saiun reminded himself. Princess.

The way people stared and avoided him was far too reminiscent of his childhood for comfort, and for the first time in over two decades the mage found himself absently wishing that his robes hid more of his scales. Wished for a heavy hood to cover the horns. But if even the people of Gridania could adjust to and welcome him and his mother into their midst, surely the people here could as well.

At least no one here had accused him of being voidsent, yet. It wasn't exactly a cheerful thought, but it was reassuring in a way, and as he came upon the door he had been directed to, Saiun paused, grip on his staff white-knuckled as he took a steadying breath. A quiet knock, and he opened the door, slowly, peering inside with hesitation.

"Your, ah... Your highness?"

yeeessss (quietly slides in nyx stuff)

[guidingmoonlight]

Princess.

It had been some time since she was addressed in such a manner. Ever since her ascension at sixteen, she had been known as the Oracle. Only one other man in recent time had referred to her as her inherited title by birth. He was left in Insomnia, and Lunafreya prayed against all odds that the Kingsglaive had made it out alive.

Yet, when it came to the man with horns, Lunafreya knew that the normal speaking conventions of their world would not be present in their conversations. It was refreshing in a way. She could escape the expectations of Oracle even for a short while when it came to Saiun Godo.

She turned to him with a smile. Her hair was down and dressed in a simple white gown. The pin of the emblem of her country sat in her hand.

"Saiun." She bowed her head in respect and faced him fully. Her hands folded in front of her. "What can I do for you?"

[bloodlilies]

Truth be told, Saiun wasn't sure what it was he had expected when he finally saw the woman. Princess Lunafrya, whose face he just barely recalled from fragmented, fleeting moments of consciousness, but whose unexpected familiarity gave him pause, the young mage freezing in the doorway.

She looked so much like Minfillia, that for just a moment...

But she wasn't Minfillia. Her voice and her mannerisms both proved as much, and he seemed to catch himself, after that, half bowing in return. Was he supposed to do that? It wasn't as if he'd had extensive interaction with royalty over the years. He couldn't recall having ever bowed to the sultana, and Hien... Hien would just as soon have laughed in his face at the thought of it.

"Can you communicate across time and space?"

It was hard for even him to tell if he meant it in seriousness or not. Even with the pain a distant memory, his body and mind still felt exhausted, and he bit down on his tongue almost sharply enough to taste blood. It wasn't as if she or her people would have any more answers for how he'd arrived there than he did, or any means to contact the only two entities he could think of to get him back home. He stepped fully into the room, shutting the door quietly behind him.

"No, I'm- My apologies. That's a bad joke." Back up. Try again, with a little less of a clipped tone and little more of the reason he had sought her out in the first place. "I was told that you were the one who found me, and I... I wanted to thank you, for bringing me here."

[guidingmoonlight]

A slight surprise took her face at his question. Communication over space and time? If she could, it was certainly something that she was unaware of. She turned and crossed the way to the couch in the sitting area of her quarters. One hand raised, making a gesture for him to join her.

"In truth, it was one of the servants of the palace that found you. As well as Pryna." A nod was given to the white dog curled up asleep by the balcony door. "As to the question you say was a joke... I do not believe I can. However, I might ask if someone I know can."

Gentiana perhaps could. She was more than a mere Messenger. A secret kept between the two of them as well as a pact that Gentiana would aid the King of Light when it came to it. Lunafreya glanced to the side with a small nod. She would ask on behalf of the wayward man.

"Tenebrae may be under the occupation of the Empire, but, these walls will always remain a place of healing so long as I am here." Lunafreya's tone said she would fight for what she spoke. Even against her brother. "Tell me of yourself, Saiun."