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Felix Natalis
Who: Ravus, open
When: September 4th
Where: Yun'Ashia
What: It is Lunafreya's birthday, a day of remembrance.
Warnings/Notes: FFXV spoilers, mourning
Morning: FFXV House/The Temple of the Forgotten Heroes
Ravus wakes early, wanting to be on his way before his housemates wake. He leaves a quick handwritten note:
Out for the day- will return late. -R
It is not very informative, but at least he's not leaving without a word. He opens the door slowly, aiming for stealth, and stops in the garden for a moment before heading toward the Temple of the Forgotten Heroes. It seems like the best place for the quiet contemplation he's looking for.
At the temple, he leaves a single cut sylleblossom at the altar. He kneels, not praying, but remembering. He will not let Lunafreya become a forgotten hero. He's not sure how much time passes that way.
Afternoon: The Beaches of Yun'Ashia
The weather is cooling down, and the beach is not as crowded as it had been over the summer. It's a little cold for swimming, but pleasant for walking down the sandy shore.
Ravus walks down the beach to find a private spot, and uses his iMog slate to switch his job. His white jacket disappears, replaced by Summoner's robes. He raises his hands and calls down a Partial Summoning of Leviathan. Scaled coils materialize in the air above the waves. Ravus does not command the Eidolon to use her Tidal Blast. Instead, he just watches the serpent until his limited magic power falters and she begins to fade. Through the halting, untested connection between summoner and summoned, he senses confusion as Leviathan dematerializes.
Evening: Home Again
The sun is set before he finally returns home. A full day of light, he thinks, is a luxury Vaikunthans do not even realize they should treasure.
Ravus circles around the house to the garden, not ready to go inside just yet. Lit candles illuminate the carefully-tended plants there- likely Gladio's doing- and Ravus watches their wicks grow shorter. A measure of time, as well as a metaphor.
"Happy Birthday, Lunafreya. Please...find your way here..." He's not tearing up...absolutely not.
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When: September 4th
Where: Yun'Ashia
What: It is Lunafreya's birthday, a day of remembrance.
Warnings/Notes: FFXV spoilers, mourning
Morning: FFXV House/The Temple of the Forgotten Heroes
Ravus wakes early, wanting to be on his way before his housemates wake. He leaves a quick handwritten note:
Out for the day- will return late. -R
It is not very informative, but at least he's not leaving without a word. He opens the door slowly, aiming for stealth, and stops in the garden for a moment before heading toward the Temple of the Forgotten Heroes. It seems like the best place for the quiet contemplation he's looking for.
At the temple, he leaves a single cut sylleblossom at the altar. He kneels, not praying, but remembering. He will not let Lunafreya become a forgotten hero. He's not sure how much time passes that way.
Afternoon: The Beaches of Yun'Ashia
The weather is cooling down, and the beach is not as crowded as it had been over the summer. It's a little cold for swimming, but pleasant for walking down the sandy shore.
Ravus walks down the beach to find a private spot, and uses his iMog slate to switch his job. His white jacket disappears, replaced by Summoner's robes. He raises his hands and calls down a Partial Summoning of Leviathan. Scaled coils materialize in the air above the waves. Ravus does not command the Eidolon to use her Tidal Blast. Instead, he just watches the serpent until his limited magic power falters and she begins to fade. Through the halting, untested connection between summoner and summoned, he senses confusion as Leviathan dematerializes.
Evening: Home Again
The sun is set before he finally returns home. A full day of light, he thinks, is a luxury Vaikunthans do not even realize they should treasure.
Ravus circles around the house to the garden, not ready to go inside just yet. Lit candles illuminate the carefully-tended plants there- likely Gladio's doing- and Ravus watches their wicks grow shorter. A measure of time, as well as a metaphor.
"Happy Birthday, Lunafreya. Please...find your way here..." He's not tearing up...absolutely not.
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Evening
"Happy Birthday, Lady Lunafreya."
He spends his day as he normally would, at work and helping out at Iggy's cafe, before heading home earlier than usual. After tending to his own plants and Iggy's ever-expanding garden of fruits, veggies, berries, and spices, Gladio reverently sees to Ravus' plants. Once they are cared for he goes into the house and returns with several white candles, which he sets up artfully around the Sylleblossoms. Satisfied with their placement and how the glowing flames cast gentle light on the treasured blooms, he goes back into the house to fetch something he's been saving.
He waits. And waits. The sun sets and still no sign of Ravus. He keeps waiting, passing the time with carving and reading and praying, before picking up his treasured secret and heading back to the garden just in time to hear his lover's melancholic plea.
Gently, Gladio places a hand on Ravus' shoulder. "Hey..." The word is soft, hesitant, as if the brunet isn't sure what to say. Wordlessly, he presses a simply wrapped box into Ravus' hand and waits in silence.
Should Ravus open the box - wrapped in silver and adorned with a simple white bow - he'll find a packet of seeds along with two folded pieces of paper. One paper contains a pressed white rose in full bloom. The other is a handwritten note
that Gladio totally did not spend hours working onthat reads:These seeds are for you, Ravus, that once you've nurtured them and helped them grow their blossoms might ease some of your pain. They bloom at night, their radiance acting as a guiding light for Lady Lunafreya's spirit and also, hopefully, helping us remember her own vibrancy and splendor.
Instructions to care for these are on the seed packet, and I'll be here if you want me. For help with the planting or for anything else.
Yours,
Gladio
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When he judges it is past midnight, he opens the box. He find the flower - he is still uncertain what messages all of Gladio's flowers are meant to convey, though this one is probably related to his sister- and the note and seeds, and examines them all in the last flickering light of the candles. After that, he'll seek Gladio out.
"You..." his voice sounds hoarse, so he clears his throat and tries again.
It also probably doesn't help that he hasn't eaten all day."...you had no need to do all of this, Gladiolus." He hates that his voice is wavering, but there's no helping it.
"In the morning, you'll show me the best placement for these blooms." It comes out more of a command than he intended.
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Setting both bowls down on the nearest flat surface, he quietly pulls Ravus into his arms and whispers into flaxen hair. "I will."
It's a simple promise, one Gladio seals with a delicate press of his lips to Ravus' forehead, and it allows Ravus the time he might need to gather himself enough to walk the short distance to their room. Gladio's plan had been for them to eat a light meal in the privacy of their shared space before holding his lover as they sleep (he's already pushed their beds together and borrowed a larger fitted sheet to ensure the beds don't separate).
"She means a lot to all of us... and more than that to you. The candles and seeds... the flower of innocence... it was the least I could do to honor her today. And to help us honor and remember her light every night we see the Moon Flowers."
He presses Ravus closer. "Come eat with me?"
It's as much a request as a plea - Gladio noticing Aster slowly slinking towards the still-steaming bowls and really not wanting their night to be interrupted by his kitten knocking over their dinner (or just sticking her entire face in one of the bowls).
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He doesn't know what to say. He is growing more accustomed to kindness from the Lucians, but sometimes it still catches him off guard, the ease with which they show affection. Is that the generosity of those who have never felt a lack for it?
"...she would like them." It feels woefully inadequate.
Ravus takes up the bowl mechanically, because Gladio has asked him to eat, not because he is hungry for it. He takes one spoonful, then another, tasting none of it.
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"You don't have to keep eating if you aren't hungry. We can save the rest for later." Gladio's voice is soft and gentle just as his hands are when they wrap around Ravus' bowl, covering his boyfriend's hand along with the dish.
Love and tenderness radiate from his eyes as he looks up, trying to catch Ravus' gaze.
"Whatever you want - whatever you need - tell me. If it's within my power to give to you, I will." He'll do anything to take away the pained look in his lover's eyes. Anything at all. As long as it helps Ravus tonight.
Those Moon Flowers are the closest he can get to giving Ravus his sister back, alive and well and happy, and Gladio internally curses at the fact that he can't do more.
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He feels a surge of affection, looking down at Gladio kneeling before him. He should have been kinder to him, in the wake of Iris' disappearance. He should have done so much differently.
"Do not leave me." It's been weighing heavily on his mind lately. They are all growing stronger here, but even with the return of their fighting abilities, there is a chance that Gladio could fall, or simply disappear in the night. It has happened to others. Noctis' friend Shirogane had confirmed it at Noctis' party.
They could fall asleep together and Ravus could wake up alone, and the thought terrifies him. What he wants is a guarantee it won't happen to Gladiolus, but that isn't something Gladio can give him.
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The man stayed by his side and held him as he cried, and never called him weak for it. That means something to the Shield. So he'll do the same.
He will stay by Ravus' side and hold him if he's allowed. He will do his best to soothe any tears Ravus may shed. He'll do all that and more not just as repayment for Ravus being there for him, but also because he truly loves the man in front of him.
It's only been a few months since they arrived here and started this thing between them, but Gladio's fallen fast and hard. So Ravus' request hits him like a physical blow, making his heart clench, and he brings both his lover's hands to his lips (after setting the half-empty bowl to the side).
"M'not sure I can do anything about how some people just vanish from here..." Probably not the best opener but he keeps going nonetheless.
"But I can promise that nothing in or on this world will take me down. And if the damned Dream Width or whatever tries to disappear me, I will find my way back. I swear it."
He speaks the words with every ounce of love and conviction in his body, hoping that Ravus hears both and understands that Gladio means all of it. The urge to wrap Ravus in his arms is overwhelming, but he knows Ravus isn't huge on the hugging thing or on the affection thing unless he wants it.
So Gladio stays where he is, caressing Ravus' hands and occasionally pressing tender kisses to each of them. "What else, lo - Ravus? What else do you need?"
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"My slate. I want you to set it up so that it alerts me if yours ever goes dark. Can that be done?" Shiro had listed that as one of the signs that someone was gone for good- their name was greyed out on the mognet channel. At least if he knows, that will rid him of some of this uncertainty.
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He looks around the room but doesn't see it on any shelf or dresser. So he holds out a hand for the device.
"It's not much harder than setting up any other alerts, really. Never thought of setting one up for this though." They should all set up such an alert for one another, if only to figure out if a disappeared person's slate is still active or if it's entirely offline. That might lead to a clue about whether or not they'll return.
"Where'd you get the idea?"
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Afternoon: The Beaches of Yun'Ashia
The sky was a perfect mix of clouds and crystal blue hue that deepened where the clouds parted. The beach itself was impressive in its uniqueness to this shorefront alone, but Sora hadn’t particularly gotten anything more than a nice familiar ping for the memory of the beaches from home. What was impressive, however, was the sudden display of the serpent in the sky. The man who stood before it was nothing more than someone on the beach before the sight of the cosmic entity, but now Sora was thinking the man was not here to just enjoy the beach.
He stayed back and watched from a distance, but when the creature dissipated into the clouds Sora ascended on the man, quietly at first. Once he was mere feet away he called out to the other. “Hello?”
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broodingwatching the ocean as the boy calls out. At first he worries that it is a local, offended by his summoning of the newly-rediscovered god, but no, it is another outworlder."Yes, what is it?"
He's not one for small-talk at the best of times, and today especially.
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"I was merely testing out a new skill." Another lie. He was searching for traces of his world's Leviathan in the serpent he'd called forth.
"A master Summoner would be able to manifest something truly amazing. If you wish to see it, their guild is in Arito."
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"Be glad of what skills you are still afforded. At least here, our paths are not predetermined by fate. We may have some small hope of making our own way in the world."
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“Now look at you, summoning here and.. stuff.” He was not as eloquently spoken as the other man but he was definitely encouraging. “Though.. how long do you suppose we have to be here to do just that..? Make our own way and all.”
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"If we are fortunate, we will have much longer than that."
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Late Afternoon
He takes his time walking back, letting himself unwind a little and thoughts fly around without any purpose. They do instantly settle on the note he saw in the morning when he spots a familiar, tall figure near the water.
Perhaps the sight of him and the water is too familiar, considering the things they went through.
He shouldn't interrupt him- it was the first thought that went through Ignis' head. But, he also knows that being alone with dark thoughts for a long time is not the best idea. Ignis doesn't intend to question him for he is sure that there is nothing that can comfort the older man. Some wounds... don't have a way to heal up.
Slowly, he takes the nearby stairs to the beach. He's not trying to be silent because that might result in Ravus thinking he was stalking him or something like that.
When he's in the hearing range, he speaks up, a lot gentler than how he usually addresses the man. "Would you like some company?"
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"...if you've no other obligations, yes." Ravus would not have admitted it to anyone other than Ignis. He had been there with Ravus, that day in Altissia. Ignis had already seen Ravus' tears, had already witnessed the farthest Ravus could fall before breaking. There was no need to hide anything from him now.
"She would have been twenty five today." It's so young, not even a third of the time she should have had, to live and love and teach her own daughters and granddaughters the wisdom of the Oracle.
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He has seen it, which is why he knows how much today must be hurting him. If only he knew proper words of consolation to offer- but nothing that can be said can excuse the early death of young Oracle.
Would talking about her help him? Or just wound him further? The questions of 'what if' and 'how was she'. Perhaps. But... maybe Ravus does need to talk about it. About those "if's".
"I am sure she would've loved to spend her birthday with you," Ignis offers softly, eyes slipping from Ravus' profile and onto the sea and slowly setting Sun.
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"Our people always brought flowers and gifts to the manner for her birthday. Even when we were under the strictest military guard, they would push through to leave their offerings for the Oracle."
Ravus was sure that today on Eos, they were lighting candles and keeping a vigil for her. Lunafreya had given everything for them. The Tenebraens would honor her memory.
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This is what he truly believes. He's never had a brother or sister- Noct is the only person that comes close to that. But if he shares this strong of a connection with Noctis, Ignis is sure that the bond between Lunafreya and Ravus is unbreakable, intact, glowing a faint light whilst buried under the terror that was Niflheim Empire.
"She was loved. We too tried to send our regards through... different means of communication." The usually didn't meddle with Noctis' messages to Luna, but they would send their regards to her whenever her birthday would come. Noctis would huff (embarrassed?) but otherwise wouldn't comment.
"...Would you like to send her a message as well?" Ignis' eyes fall on the glass bottle buried in the sand nearby, glistening in the sunset. A message in the bottle, perhaps?
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"Yes, Umbra and Pryna. I knew about their coming and going, though the Empire never realized what they were up to." Ravus had not seen fit to illuminate them.
He thinks it over. Ravus has said prayers for her since he arrived here. What would he say to her that he hasn't already said? 'I am sorry.'
"We've no messenger. They have not found their way here either." Perhaps they have not wished to leave her side.
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"That is true, they are not here," Ignis nods. Then takes a step forward to the small bottle he noted before and picks it up. Huh. A few seashells even attached themselves to it. "But perhaps," he turns back around and approaches him again, offering him the bottle, "...something simpler."
A message in the bottle. "You don't even have to sign it. She would know from whom it comes." He just wishes Ravus doesn't think he's trying to mock him because- he isn't. Writing down thoughts is much easier than saying them. And he is sure that Ravus has a lot, lot more than an apology to tell her.
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He pats his pockets, but finds no pens. He had not anticipated needing to write anything after he penned his note this morning.
"Do you have paper and pen? I'll burn the message when it is done, then I will know it will reach none other than she."
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