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Ravus Nox Fleuret ([personal profile] sonoftenebrae) wrote in [community profile] melodiesofeternity2018-09-03 08:24 pm

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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[personal profile] keymemory 2018-10-26 05:23 am (UTC)(link)
Sora looked to the other, interest palpitating with each line that crosses Ravus’ lips. It’s like the guy could be a walking poet or something, the way he talked, the smoothness of his words and the delivery of each careful locution was made to almost demand an audience! So, Sora gave him that attention and beamed up at the silver-haired man with mismatched eyes.

It was good awkward moment of silence before he realized he’d been staring. “Oh!” He cleared his throat. “Yes, you’re right… right?” Of course the man was! Sora looked down with a soft, weightless, laugh and a tint to his cheeks of embarrassment.