#( luna l. ) / * visage .

[fuck-yeah-romantica]

The love of my l- Sada. Just, Sada.

Romantica photoshoot

- Position: guitar / bass

- Birthday: april 3 (no there is no year. Being lucky, only ten years later than Karen)

- Zodiac: aries

- Height: 170cm.

- Weight: 53kg.

- Bloodtype: A

- Previous musical projects: ...

Sada's first look, claims Karen Fox, 2004 (look at him. Look at him. L o o k.)

- Favourite bands (Japan): X japan, Baiser, Kuroyume, Shazna, Velvet eden, Art marju duchain, Luna sea, Malice mizer, Moi dix mois, Raphael, Hizaki grace project, Izam, Lareine, Metis Gretel, Sadist, Parasite, S (visual kei era), Syndrome, Phantasmagoria, Jun solo, hide, Anti feminism, Madeth gray'll, Je*reviens, Dir en grey (visual kei era), La:sadie's, Aliene ma'riage, Noir fleurir, Eliphas levi, Noi'x, Missalina rei, Neil, Celestia le ciel, Eze qul, Luinspear, Marry+an+blood, Misery, Orugo/ru, The piass, Loon eye's millye, Verfe gorl, Schwardix marvally, Due le quartz, Kagrra (visual kei era), Da'vid shito:al, Alc A dia, Kar maria, Allegory pill, Lanus dune, Aikaryu, Kamaitachi, Gargoyle, Kuroahega, Sex Android, Angel heart.. and a looot more....

- Favourite bands (Outside Japan): Sex pistols, Specimen, Siouxsie and the banshees, Cinema strange, London after midnight, Heart Throb Mob, Queeny Blast Pop, The devotchkas, The damned, The adicts, Vice Squad (80's), Misfits, The Ramones, Motley crue, Visage, Dead or alive, Boy george, Mayhem, Dana International, The horrorpops, Dick dale, Dead can dance, Karen Fox, She-ra. (Damn that goth strike)

- Favourite Videoclips: Fade to Grey (Visage), Out of fashion (Boy George), Long Hard Road Out Of Hell (Marilyn Manson), Zero (Smashing pumkins), Sad Mask (Velvet eden), Omocha no miisha (Noir fleurir), Metamorphose (Lareine), Gekka No Yasoukyaku (Malice mizer), Sumire september love (Shazna), Sister (Kuroyume), Koi shite kura kura (Izam), Weekend (X japan), Tsuki ni kasamura kumo hana ni kaze (Omnyouza), To.ki.me.ki. (Missalina rei), Sangeki no yoru (Dir en grey), Michi no sora (Psycho le cemu), Hoy no (Entre Rios), Paris (Romantica).

- Hobby: ...

- Interest: Hollow earth, Nazi esoterism (ufo), not official science, comics, manga.

- Personality: dejado (ditzy, out of touch with the surroundings), dreamer.

- Favourite colour: black, violet.

- Ambition: youth.

- Your first love: myself

- Would you like to be in love again?: here I am.

- Romantica in one word: machos (alpha males)

- Favourite phrase: y.. ya no se puede confiar en naides!! -by: shinjidark- (well... Neinbody is to trust!!)

- Favourite book: ...

- Favourite writer: Pierre Boulle, H.P. lovecraft, Julio Verne, John uri lloyd, H.G. Wells, Ray Bradbury, Ellis St. Joseph, Edward Bulwer Lytton.

- Favourite movie: Hedwig and the angry inch, Star wars (original trilogy), Dagon, Glen or glenda.

- Favourite t.v. series: Lost, The outer limits (60's), The twilight zone (50's).

- Favourite politic: Gral. Juan D. Peron.

- Favourite word: ...

- Type of woman liked: Real doll.

- Type of woman disliked: Real women. (Somebody should tell this guys homosexuality isn't the answer to mysoginy... Or maybe it is?)

- Treasured thing: my body.

- Who is your rival: myself

- Favourite anime: NHK ni youkoso!, Neon genesis evangelion, Arbegas (El rayo custodio!), Mononoke hime, Gunnm, Magic knight rayearth, Petshop of horrors, Robotech, Berserk, Gantz.

- Animated series: The smurfs, South park, The simpsons, Batman the animated series, Transformers, Spiderman and his amazing friends, Dino raiders, G.I. Joe, Thundercats, Birdman.

- What did you wanted to be as a child: pope

- What subjet did you like at school: none, I hate school.

- When did you discover music: 14 years old

- Something you always carry with you: Brain.

- Time of the year: autumn

- Where you would like to go: tokyo, inside of hollow earth.

- Who you would like to meet: ...

- What song defines you: sad mask - velvet eden.

- Message to fans: I don't know who you are, but I don't believe you anything!!!.

[ambroise-le-selene]

Pupilles de la Lune - Chapitre 34 - L'assaut du Cercle (on Wattpad) https://www.wattpad.com/1294608685-pupilles-de-la-lune-chapitre-34-l%27assaut-du-cercle?utm_source=web&utm_medium=tumblr&utm_content=share_reading&wp_uname=AmbroisienOnirique&wp_originator=u0mpLEhV24uzdJAthacRCSuJAsBnj8HaphQth4KQwQ6tmaYc8e8NbRdHmcumcsb4MrZvLI4ydckytab4%2BytmFpQ5koD5V16tNW4MOAcK%2BatWLbsbCkWQiDLISYGuW4yO Luna, 17 ans, vit dans un orphelinat depuis 10 ans suite à l'incendie qui a ravagé la maison de ses parents. Marquée au visage par les flammes, et possédant des yeux aux pupilles argentées, Luna perd tout espoir d'être un jour adoptée. Elle décide alors de fuir son orphelinat. C'est là qu'elle tombe nez à nez avec Karma, un vampire au passé mystérieux, la sauvant d'une mort certaine. Ce dernier voit en la jeune femme un moyen de l'aider à se venger du "Cercle", un groupe de vampires dirigé par la Mère de la Nuit.

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[ssvperboy]

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[gelidponies]

We start off with the two Alicorn sisters. Queen Piercing Gale (Tempest as Celestia) and Princess Sunray (Sunset Shimmer as Luna). The story goes mostly the same, only this time the eldest sister was in charge of raising the moon and the younger brought out the sun at dawn. Though their true talents and domains lied in war and knowledge, respectively. Piercing Gale was a sensitive but diligent and protective soul. She found great pleasure not only in an equally matched battle but being able to protect her subjects with her vast knowledge of strategy. Ponies celebrated her for the fact that they could constantly feel safe, awake or asleep, as she had the ability to help ponies fight their own battles in the dream world. Despite the advancements she helped to provide to Equestrian society the younger sister was not given a fraction of the adoration and attention. Ponies worked and played throughout her day but many found it a waste to spend any of their time studying at all, they treated evert new advancement like it was always a part of life. Princess Sunray began to grow indignant. Not only were her gifts taken for granted but some ponies even stayed up at night and slept through her day! She too appreciated knowledge, first and foremost, for the power and growth it would provide but with a mind clouded by ambition she felt that it was different. Her own magic ate away at the good inside her by the day until she was transformed into a demonic visage of her former self, Consuming Blaze. She longed to make Equestria a shining utopia of scholarly ponies. Even if she had to manipulate and crush dissenters to do it. With her hoof forced in one last grand battle, Piercing Gale was forced to turn the elements they shared on her sister. Gale would have to live with a reminder in the form of her sisters image emblazoned on the sun for 1000 years.

When that time finally came six special ponies came together and well, you know how the story goes. An apologetic princess Sunray was finally given a second chance at life and a second chance at a relationship with her sister. She's still stuck in some of her old ways like assuming she's the best for every task but she truly longs to help and improve her subjects as much as her sister.

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[bearlygrizz]

𝕃𝕦𝕟𝕒 𝕃𝕦𝕩 𝕥𝕒𝕘 𝕕𝕦𝕞𝕡

[deathonyourtongue]

Winter Passing | Chapter 10

Summary: After car accident leaves him at the base of a mountain with no sign of civilization for miles, a breakup is the least of Henry’s problems. Just as death’s icy fingers begin to coil around him, salvation presents itself in the form of an old cabin in a clearing. Despite years of being told fairy tales and ghost stories that warn against such things, he uses his last of his strength to reach the cottage. When he wakes, he finds not a demon, but an angel, long removed from the insanity of the modern world. Pairing: AU!Henry Cavill x OFC Word Count: 2K Warnings: None, for once. A/N : I think my tag list broke during the last update. Should be fixed now. Like what I do? Buy me a coffee!

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Foraging in the winter was a skill to be honed, and after finishing the morning work on the property, Henry followed Olivia out towards the wilds of the forest that took up the back end of her home. 

“I didn’t think anything grew in winter, especially out here,” he murmured, watching her intently, keen to learn and-as he tended to be more and more often with each passing day-in awe of how she moved, how she lived. 

“Technically nothing grows in winter, but there’s plenty to gather,” Olivia explained as she opened her hand, showing Henry a seed pod that resembled a dancing flame.

“The pancakes we had the other day? Were made with flour from these Hornbeam seeds. And here? These are delicious when you prepare them correctly,” Olivia explained, her other hand holding a few crabapples. 

Eyebrows up in amazement, Henry dutifully turned around, letting Olivia put more foraged goods into the backpack she’d strapped him into. “What about poisonous stuff? Or stuff that you can use for...You know…” He made a face and Olivia couldn’t help but laugh, cupping Henry’s cheek and reaching up on her tiptoes to give him a kiss as they continued their walk through the forest, protected from the elements by the thick overhead cover of the ancient trees. 

“That too. Holly and Mistletoe, though I personally have little use for them as nature intended,” Olivia nodded, her smile growing bigger as she felt Henry tuck her in under his arm, pulling her close as they fell in step with one another. 

“Tell me a story from when you were...Before you were a witch?” Henry asked, his voice soft and tinged with reticence, lest he say the wrong thing. 

“I was born a witch, sweetheart. It’s not like vampires. You don’t get turned into one at the peak of your life,” Olivia laughed sweetly, squeezing his waist with one hand while the other rubbed gently over his chest. “And before you ask, no vampires do not exist. Some of us do blood magic, which is pretty close, but none of us have fangs...That I know of.” Gazing up at him with amusement, she leaned into his strong form as they continued to walk.

“A story from when I was younger. Let’s see...When I first became aware of my powers, my favorite thing to do was hide things up in the trees. I started small; little bits of fur, some meat, one of my mother’s hair combs. No one noticed at first, of course, but then I started to get bolder. My father’s saddle was the first thing anyone really noticed, because, well, we only had one at the time. My crowning achievement though, was putting the family goat in the tallest tree of our village. It lasted all of an hour before the goat began to bleat, and a crowd formed. My parents were none too impressed. I’ll never forget my father having to climb up there, only to throw the poor thing down into an elk skin a few of our neighbors held out.”

“You were-”

“A little shit, yeah.” Olivia grinned proudly up at Henry, earning a laugh and a playful kiss, neither her nor Henry paying much attention to their surroundings, too wrapped up in the moment to care about what might be headed their way.

“Well, you turned out alright, that’s what matters, no?” Henry chuckled, giving her a warm squeeze and another kiss to the temple. 

Olivia couldn’t remember a time when she’d felt more at peace and more elated. Looking up at him, she knew Henry was the root cause, but after centuries of solitude and suffering, Olivia refused to let the fear of the unknown take hold. What they had was all she’d ever wanted, and she wasn’t about to let it slip from between her fingers. 

The choice, however, didn’t seem to be hers. 

As they rounded the path into a smaller clearing just west of the cottage, the woods turned silent. Though it was winter, the forest still tended to be a cacophony of sounds, from bird calls to deer munching on berries. The silence was unnerving, and looking over her shoulder, Olivia’s unease grew into fear as she watched Gunnar go into a low crouch. Eyes fixed on the clearing, the husky bared his teeth and raised his hackles, on the defensive. 

Olivia had barely turned back around when she caught sight of the apparition. Despite the cloud-covered sunlight that streamed into the clearing, the creature still terrified her, as the light allowed her to see her mother’s visage in greater detail. 

Henry’s hold on her tightened instinctively, his eyes fixed on the ghostly image before him. “Liv, darling, what do we do?” He whispered, his concern growing when he felt Olivia begin to tremble. 

Hiding her face in his chest a moment, Olivia worked to get her breathing back under control, fighting off every urge to run, knowing that doing so would only aggravate the apparition. Instead, she felt an anger grow inside her, usurping the fear as she forced herself to remember that this land was hers. With a push away from Henry, she turned her full attention to the spirit, drawing it closer with her actions. 

“Gunnar, stay.” She commanded when she heard the husky stalk closer, a low rumble making it clear he was ready to attack at any moment. 

“You’re not welcome here. Leave. Now.” Olivia spoke firmly, taking off her gloves. Henry’s eyes went wide when he noticed the aquamarine waves entwining around Olivia’s fingers. Moving like the ocean itself, they crashed and flowed, gathering in strength and fury until they created a stormy swell between her hands. There was no doubt, even to Henry, that if she let go, whoever was on the receiving end of the rush of water, would be in for a terrible time.

“Last chance, wretch. Tell me who summoned you and from whence you came, or suffer even more than you already have.”

The water between her hands began to glow, and upon closer inspection, Henry realized there was fire beneath the waves and the true nature of Olivia’s threat became clear. Being hit with a jet of water was one thing, but if that water were hotter than an open flame, spurned by anger, it was something else entirely.

Frozen in place, Henry couldn’t stop his cry of fear as the apparition suddenly lunged forward, screeching when it was hit full on by Olivia’s fury. To his surprise, the thing began to disintegrate once more, although this time, the process seemed far more grotesque. Instead of fading, the water seemed to eat away at the apparition, like acid on metal. It turned his stomach, but he couldn’t look away, fascinated and appalled in equal measure. 

Just before its face melted away, the creature let out another ear-piercing wail, the singular word it spoke chilling Henry to the bone. 

TABITHA!!

Unable to keep from shivering, Henry only found himself able to move when Gunnar nuzzled at his thigh, the husky’s demeanor back to normal as he sat at Henry’s feet. 

“Tabitha? Who’s Tabitha?” Olivia asked as she shook off her own chill, the creature’s all-white stare one that would be burned into her memory for a very long time. Moving back to where Henry stood shell shocked, she rubbed his back, knowing full well this could be his breaking point. 

“T-Tabitha’s my ex-girlfriend’s name. I w-was leaving her the day you saved me.” 

Olivia could feel the chill in his body, the fear in his heart as he made the connection. Though she had no idea how long they’d been together, the betrayal and astonishment Henry felt coursed through every vein, and it didn’t take a genius to realize that Tabitha had kept her true nature a secret from her lover. 

Taking Henry’s hand in hers, Olivia turned them in the direction of home, hoping the hearth, some tea, and her thickest blanket would be enough to ease the pain she knew was imminent in Henry’s very tender heart. 

“What I don’t understand is...Why’d she have your mother’s face?” Henry mumbled long after his tea was gone, his gaze still despondent as he sat curled up on the couch, as close to the hearth as he could manage. 

“If she’s as strong as she seems, Tabitha will have seen me with you. It doesn’t take a lot of work to conjure up a family line, even one as old as mine. She’d have found my mother’s face in my thoughts without breaking much of a sweat.”

A visible shiver went through Henry and he shook his head, looking for all the world like he might cry at any moment. Frowning, Olivia curled up next to him, making sure he could feel her arms squeezing tightly around his torso, hoping the contact would ground him. 

“Am I cursed?” Henry’s question made Olivia’s laugh spill out before she could stop it. 

“I wouldn’t say that. After all, only one of us is sending threats, and from what little you’ve told me, it sounds like she wasn’t the most pleasant person to begin with.” Shifting easily with Henry, Olivia let him settle as they both laid out on the couch. With his head between her breasts, she finally felt Henry’s anxiety ease and his heart rate slow. 

The crash against the window sent them both flying off the couch, once more on high alert. 

“Oh my god, it’s just an owl. Christ, where’s Dyster when you need him?” Olivia muttered to herself as she moved to the window, opening it to let the bird in. Scrambling up the couch and as far away from the black-and-white-feathered creature as possible, Henry’s wide-eyed look matched the owl’s, the two staring at one another for a long moment before the bird turned its attention to Olivia.

“I come on behalf of--”

“Theofina, right? Yeah, I get it. I’m wanted in Rome. Since it seems I don’t have much of a choice, tell her to ready my apartments, and that I’ll be bringing a guest not of our order. How’s your beak? You hit pretty hard.” 

“It’s fine, ma’am. Just wasn’t paying attention as there was a mouse and, well, I’m hungry.” The difference between the two emissaries couldn’t have been more blatant, and not for the first time, Olivia wondered just how much had truly changed in her former home.

“Here, I have some rabbit to spare. Warm yourself by the fire. Are you pressed for time?” Olivia asked, doing her best to ignore Henry’s befuddled expression as she pulled some raw rabbit from the floor cooler, cutting it in half before meeting the bird by the hearth.

“What’s your name?” She asked, stroking over his head gently, surprised when she still felt a chill in his feathers.

“Atrix, ma’am. Thank you, ma’am.” Atrix bowed his head for a moment before taking the offered meat and downing it in go. 

“Are you treated well?”

“I’m given a home, food, and responsibility, ma’am. That’s all I require.” Atrix nodded, his eyes closing in peaceful enjoyment of the food in his belly, the heat from the fire, and Olivia’s caring touch. 

“Good. Go when you’re ready. I’ll leave the window open.” Olivia spoke softly, feeding Atrix the second half of the rabbit before moving to wash her hands. 

“Thank you, ma’am. You’ve been most kind. Is this the guest you intend to bring, in the typical way?” Atrix questioned, his eyes going as wide as saucers before he turned his head nearly all the way around to look at Henry. 

“Yes. It might be uncomfortable, but it’s the quickest way there, and I know he’s strong enough to endure it.”  

“Endure? Endure what?” Henry asked, eyes still fixed on the owl, unsure of what was being talked about, given he could only hear one half of the conversation. 

“How do you feel about a quick trip to Rome with me?”

[el-lulu]

Acte 3: Le monde de Bolum.

-Bolum est un pays de magie, enfin, je devrais dire “des”. Nombreux sont ceux possédant les “Arts”. Même si aujourd’hui la plupart des contrées sont peuplé et dominé par not...mon espèces, les humains, l’ histoire raconte que jadis d’autres peuples existaient et d’ailleurs certains pensent qu’ils sont toujours présent mais garde leur distance. Je l’écoutais avec attention sans là couper. Parfois, elle prenait des temps afin de voir si j’avais une interrogation, j'invitais la jeune femme qui semblait être plus qu’une “diplomate” à suivre si il n’y en avait guère. -Il arrive qu' on croise des personnes comme vous… Qui semble être métissé même si je dois avouer que je n’ai jamais vue de “pur” donc je ne saurais faire la différence. De ce que je sais, vous êtes béni par les “Arts”. C’est sûrement ainsi que vous avez été affilié à la noblesse où qui sait peut-être même un de vos parents en était. Je pris le temps de noter une question. Elle en profita pour se rafraîchir le gosier puis la lut avant de me répondre. -Si les gens craignent ceux comme vous c’est parce que nombreux sont vos ancêtre à avoir “muter”. Je penchais la tête en guise d'interrogation. -Les Zainf, c’est le diminutif du nom donné à ceux qui ont muté, ne ressemble généralement plus à ceux qu’ils furent… Et massacre tout sur leur passage. D’après nos sages, il semblerait que vos ancêtres aient subi une extermination à cause de cela. Ceci expliquait cela, si ca avait causé la perte de mes ancêtres, il était logique de penser que j’étais prompt à me transformer en abomination assoiffée de sang… Malgré tout le terme qu’elle avait employé me tarauder, mais je me retins et la laissa continuer. -Et encore chez v… Toi s’est juste les oreilles qui sont différentes, mais ca peut prendre plusieurs formes. Notre chef a semble t’il déjà croisé un métisse à la peau bleu une fois… Imagine la réaction des gens de la ville... Je hochais juste en guise de réponse. -Ici les gens sont méfiant, mais pas bien méchant, toutefois sache qu’il y a des Ordres dans le monde qui traque les infectés certains vont même jusqu'à les tuer par prévention… C’était logique d’une certaine manière, mieux vaut exterminer la menace avant qu’elle en devienne, de la prévention extrême… -Voilà pourquoi je pense, mais ce n’est que mon avis, qu’il vaudrait mieux que tu recouvres ta mémoire, si tu comptes quitter le village. Nous sommes un village en bordure et ici personne ne sait utiliser les “Art” hormis le chef de village. Même si certains doivent avoir plus peur que d’autre de ta présence, je doute fortement que quelqu’un tente quelque chose du fait que tu sais sûrement utilisé une forme de magie. Je hochais une nouvelle fois avant d’écrire une nouvelle question. -Peux-tu m’en dire plus sur le monde. Ma question la surprit une fois de plus. Après un léger instant de réflexion. -La plus adaptée serait… Elle souria et se leva. Attends-moi ici, je vais chercher quelqu’un qui pourra t’en dire plus que moi sur notre monde. Elle avait un sourire amusé, quel genre de coup fourré préparer t’elle. Je m’en accommodais et attendais tranquillement. En regardant la place où les gens vaguaient à leurs occupations, je remarquais bien plus évidemment que les habitants de ce hameau m'évitait pour la plupart, ceux obligé de passer non loin de moi détourner soit le regard, soit me saluer avec un sourire gêné. Je dérangeais, clairement. Surtout, je pouvais sentir certains regards au loin, on m’observait et me surveillait. Ils avaient peur… J’essayais de ne pas prêter attention et patienter tranquillement en observant le ciel. Elle finit par revenir avec une jeune femme en la poussant gentiment, elle avait de très beaux cheveux gris malgré un âge jeune, un de ses yeux été caché par sa chevelure mi-longue l’autre état d’un beau bleu pastelle. Elle était fine mais possédée de fine courbe non dénuée de grâce. Je restais un instant sans bouger légèrement surpris, ce qui semblait l’intimider ca ou autre chose. Luna fit alors la moue. -Et bien, je vois que vous allez bien vous entendre. Pff, je vous laisse à deux ! Elle fit mine de partir en étant vexé. La jeune fille bégaya en essayant de la retenir, mais elle lui tira la langue d’un air taquin, ma nouvelle interlocutrice soupira puis se retourna timidement vers moi. Le silence alors s’installa quelques instants puis elle me fit une courbette. -C’est vrai vous ne pouvez pas parler! Je lui souris légèrement embêté. -Je... Suis désolé… Je suis Emma et c’est à cause de moi que vous êtes dans cet état. Je lui fis signe de venir s'asseoir, ce qu’elle fit avec une certaines gêne et attendit. Ce n’était clairement pas mon fort ce genre de situation. -Vous...désirez en apprendre plus sur le monde elle m’a dit ? Je hochais avec mon plus beau sourire. -Je peux vous parler de Niski mais pour les autres terres… Ah au fait Niski est le continent sur lequel nous nous trouvons. Je me contentais de hocher en l’invitant de la main à continuer. -C’est le plus petit des trois continents habitable, pour information les deux autres sont Aether et Deorum. Les terres sont assez pauvres, on a juste de quoi subsister et c’est sur Niski qu'on trouve le plus gros de la population sans don. Ca avait quelque chose d’horrible… en entendant ça, je fus malgré moi révulser, on empaquetait les gens considéré comme “incompétent” sur des terres pauvres et presque désolées pour les abandonner à leur sort. Pire, on devait sûrement les taxé et leur demandé de produire des taches pour les deux autres continents! Elle s'arrêta un instant en voyant mon air renfrogné, j'expirais un instant puis l'incitais à continuer de nouveau. -Nous sommes appelés les Darows ce qui veut dire visiblement dans une ancienne langue, les sans dons. Me dit elle d’un sourire gêné. En plus de cela, on les affichait… -Notre village est en lisière avec une terre non exploré ce qui fait qu’il y a souvent des troupes qui viennent voir si… nous n’avons rien trouvé. “ Ou si vous n’avez pas été exterminé… ” Pensais-je. -Sinon il y a Aether la terre de la magie et Deorum où sont concentré les forces armées et religieuses qui est aussi le continent état. Elle s'arrêta un instant et baissa le regard. -Si on naît avec un don, on peut directement aller sur un autre continent. Nombreux sont les parents qui se séparent de leur enfant pour leur offrir un meilleur futur. Mais les gens comme nous… J’eus énormément de peine pour elle et les habitants de ce village. -Un jour, je quitterais Niski! Dit elle en se levant d’un coup ce qui me fit ouvrir de grand yeux. -Je prouverais que même sans don, on peut faire de grande découverte et de grande recherche ! Malgré et envers contre tout cette jeune femme qu’on aurait pu penser frêle avait un rêve fort et semblait vouloir aller au bout de ce dernier. C'était sûrement pour cela qu’elle avait dû s’aventurer hors du village, là ou il m’avait trouvé. Elle me fit de nouveau face. -Vous devez trouver ce rêve de plébéienne ridicule… un sourire triste au visage. Je mis ma main sur son épaule et ne pouvant parler, je me contentais juste de lever mon pouce en souriant à pleine dent, ce qui eut pour effet de la faire rire et le regard de nombreux passant se tournèrent vers nous. -Vous êtes amusant et gentille en plus d'être beau. Un instant, elle rougit et baissa de nouveau le regard. Puis elle balbutia quelques mots et partie. Ainsi, malgré la peur ou la crainte que je pouvais engendrer, on pouvait me trouver agréable au regard, toujours est il qu’elle m’avait planté là, tout seul….

[plumedepoete]

a douăzeci și una zi   Rezumat   Virgil Morel, personajul principal, se internează într-o clinică psihiatrică la indicațiile medicului său curant, Julien, prieten cu doamna Adelaide, directoarea clinicii, cu care acesta are o relație de dragoste tensionată. Dorind să scape de ea, el o omoară, punând totul în spatele lui Virgil. Urmează o investigație psihologică complicată, condusă de comisarul Marquette.       Nava comercială se numea „Steaua Albastră”, iar căpitanul, Papadopulos, de origine greacă, era implicat în comerțul ilegal de țigări și droguri. Toată ziua se plimbase pe puntea navei, blestemând și umilind echipajul. Stătea departe de cei doi pasageri, care îl priveau cu dispreț. El le prezentase un traseu destul de vag, traversând Atlanticul, înconjurând Spania, pătrunzând în Marea Mediterană, ocolind Sicilia, traversând Bosforul și sfârșind în Marea Neagră, fără prea multe detalii. Dar nu mai conta. Pentru ei, era important să se urce rapid pe navă și să dispară. Echipajul era format din 10 marinari africani, câte 5 pentru fiecare schimb și un ajutor de căpitan, un japonez foarte prietenos, pe nume Seiko. Toți vorbeau franceză prost, dar se înțelegeau bine, de cele mai multe ori folosindu-și mâinile sau mimica facială, după caz. Se aflau într-o stare avansată de ebrietate și se îndreptau spre sud, după acul busolei. Julien încercase constant să vorbească cu Seiko, dar fără succes. Doar a doua zi reușise să lege un dialog. - Căpitanul meu interzice să vorbească cu tine! - Acum e beat, stai calm! Spune-mi când ajungem la Marea Neagră? - Greu de spus! Avem motorină doar până la Mediterană! De acolo, Dumnezeu cu milă! - Dar sunt foarte multe porturi în Mediterana? - Îi este teamă să nu se „ude” din cauza drogurilor! Dacă am ajunge în Sicilia luna aceasta, ar fi un miracol! Poate găsim niște motorină pe drum! - Ce a făcut cu banii? - A cumpărat droguri. E un nenorocit! julien se schimbă la față și îi șoptește la ureche. - Avem bani, dacă apare ceva, cumpără motorină! - Bine, domnule! Vă voi anunța dacă apare ceva! - I-am plătit drumul, îl plătim și motorina? spuse Virgil, îngrijorat. Uită-te la acel japonez mizerabil! Ochii lui oblici strălucesc ca două felinare! - Lasă-l în pace, l-am făcut acum prietenul nostru! Nu contează cât dăm? Nava de transbordare a animalelor se mișca ca un mort, descurajant. Soarele era groaznic. În cabine nu puteai respira. Doar căpitanul se simțea bine în apele sale tulburi. În apropierea coastei spaniole, aceștia fuseseră atacați violent de pirații africani. Deoarece nu găsiseră nimic, au fost de acord să le ofere trei tone de motorină, furate de pe o altă navă, pentru un butoi de rom. Căpitanul avea la bord cantități mari de băutură, foarte bine ascunse de ochii lumii. Prin urmare, problema era rezolvată. Trebuiau să se înarmeze cu răbdare. Televiziunea engleză  difuza imagini cu fotografiile lor, care nu mai semănau cu imaginile lor, își lăsaseră barba și părul lung. Polițiștii naționali din aceste trei țări vizau acum Scoția și Anglia. Cercetările poliției erau în impas. Nu existau indicii, urme, martori, nimic. Marquette nu știa unde ar putea fi. Căutase în locuri izolate, pensiuni și hoteluri. Nu se gândise că se aflau pe o navă și că intenționau să se ascundă la capătul lumii. - Va fi o problemă cu limba! spuse Virgil. Românii obișnuiți nu vorbesc limbi străine! - Vorbesc mai mult decât crezi! Am mai fost acolo. - Poate la București, nu la țară! - Mai bine! Nu mai trebuie să dăm explicații! Numai banii contează acolo! - Ești sigur? - Altfel aș fi ales un alt loc! Așteaptă să ajungem în țara lui Dracula! - A existat un astfel de personaj? - Fără doar și poate! În această țară se întâmplă tot felul de lucruri: răpiri, crime oribile, incendii, trafic de vieți, tot ce vrei și nu vrei! - Interesant, asta căutăm, de fapt! După câteva plimbări pe punte, Julien descoperise într-o zi o altă latură întunecată a navei: de sub punte, undeva lângă cabana căpitanului, auzea zgomotele și strigătele unor femei. Seiko și restul echipajului nu știau nimic. Nici măcar căpitanul nu părea să știe. - Tu trafici femei, căpitane!  i-a spus direct Julien. Măcar dă-le apă și mâncare! - Nu am bani pentru apă și mâncare! Cât câștig din ele, prea mult! - Îți dau împreună cu prietenul meu, Virgil, bani pentru aceste femei, ticălosule! - Sunt zece. Câte dintre ele vrei? - Să te ia naiba! Încerc doar să ajut! Mâine vreau să le văd și eu! - Bine, dar acest lucru te costă încă câțiva euro! Nimic nu este degeaba aici, omule! vingt et un jours   Résumé   Virgil Morel, le personnage principal, se rend dans une clinique psychiatrique selon les instructions de son médecin, Julien, un ami de Mme Adélaïde, la directrice de la clinique, avec laquelle  il entretient une relation amoureus tendue. Voulant se débarrasser d’elle, il la tue, mettant tout en place derrière du Virgil. Suit une enquête psychologique compliquée, dirigée par la commissaire Marquette.     Le navire marchand s'appelait "Blue Star" et le capitaine, Papadopulos, d'origine grecque, était impliqué dans le commerce illégal de cigarettes et de drogues. Toute la journée, il avait marché sur le pont du navire, jurant et humiliant l'équipage. Il s'éloigna des deux passagers qui le regardaient avec mépris. Il leur avait présenté un itinéraire assez vague, traversant l'Atlantique, entourant l'Espagne, pénétrant dans la Méditerranée, contournant la Sicile, traversant le Bosphore et se terminant en mer Noire, sans trop de détails. Mais cela n'avait plus d'importance. Pour eux, il était important de monter à bord rapidement et de disparaître. L'équipage était composé de 10 marins africains, 5  par chaque  l'échange, et un aideur du capitaine, , un japonais très sympathique, nommé Seiko. Ils parlaient tous un français stupide, mais ils se comprenaient  bien, la plupart du temps à l'aide  de leurs mains ou de leurs mimétisme du visage, selon le cas. Ils étaient en un état avancé d'ébriété en et ils tenaient  direction vers le sud, après l'aiguille de la boussole. Julien il avait essayé constamment de parler avec  Seiko, mais sans succès.  Seulement le lendemain , avait réussi lier un dialogue. - Mon capitaine interdit de te parler! - Maintenant il est ivre, restez calme! Dites-moi quand nous arrivons en mer Noire? - Difficile à dire! Nous n'avons que de diesel   jusqu'à Méditerranée! De là, Dieu avec miséricorde! - Mais il y a beaucoup de ports en Méditerranée? - Il a peur de „mouiller” à cause des drogues! Si nous arrivons en Sicile ce mois-ci, serait un miracle! Peut-être que nous  trouvons quelque du diesel sur le chemin! - Qu'a-t-il fait avec l'argent? -  Il a acheté de la drogue. C'est un salaud! Julien  change de visage et   le murmure  à son oreille. - Nous avons de l'argent, si quelque chose apparaître, achetez du diesel! -  D'accord, monsieur! Je te le ferai savoir si quelque chose apparaître! - Je lui ai payé la route, on lui paye et du diesel? dit Virgile, inquiet. Regarde  à ce japonais misérable! Ses yeux obliques brillent comme deux lanternes! - Laissez-le tranquille, je l'ai fait maintenat notre ami! N'importe pas  combien nous donnons? Navire de transbordement d'animaux se déplaçait comme un mort, décourager. Le soleil était affreux. Dans les cabines tu ne pouvais pas respirer. Seul le capitaine se bien sentait dans ses eaux troublés. Près des côtes espagnoles, ils avaient été attaqués  violemment par  les pirates africains.  Parce que qu' ils n'avaient rien trouvé, ils ont accepté de leur donner  trei tonnee de motorină, volées  à une l'autre navire, pour un baril de rhum. Le capitaine avait à bord de grandes quantités de boisson, très bien cachées aux yeux du monde. Le problème a donc été résolu. Ils ont dû s'armer avec patiemment.  Télévision anglaise diffusait des images avec leur photos, qui ne ressemblaient plus avec leur images, ils avaient laissé leur barbe et leurs cheveux longs.  Des policières nationales des ces trois pays visaient maintenant  à Ecosse et  Angleterre.  Les enquêtes policières étaient dans  un grande impasse. Il n'y avait aucun indices, trace, témoin, rien. Marquette ne savait pas où elle pourrait être. Il  avait recherché dans des endroits isolés, des maisons d'hôtes et des hôtels. Il n'avait pas pensé qu'ils étaient sur un navire et que'ils avait l'intention de se cacher au bout du monde. - Ce sera un problème avec la langue! dit Virgile. Les Roumains ordinaires ne parlent pas de langues étrangères! - Ils parlent plus que vous ne le pensez! J'y suis déjà allé. - Peut-être à Bucarest, pas dans le pays! -  Plus bien ! Nous n'avons plus à donner d'explications!  Là seulement l'argent compte là! - Tu es sûr? - Sinon j'aurais choisi  autre endroit! Attende nous arriveons au pays du Dracula! - Y avait-il un tel personnage? - Sans juste et peut-être! ll se passe toutes sortes de choses dans ce pays: enlèvements, crimes horribles, les incendies, trafic de vies, tout ce que tu, veux et ne veux pas! - Fait intéressant, c'est ce que nous recherchons, en fait! Après plusieurs balades sur le pont, Julien avait découvert un autre côté sombre du navire un jour: depuis le dessous du pont, quelque part près de la cabine du capitaine, il entendait les bruits et les cris quelques femmes. Seiko et le reste de l'équipage ne savaient rien. Même le capitaine ne semblait pas au courant. - Vous trafiquez des femmes, capitaine!  lui a dit directement Julien. Donnez-leur au moins de l'eau et de la nourriture! - Je n'ai pas d'argent pour l'eau et la nourriture!  Combien que je gagne sur eux, trop beaucoup! -  je te donner ensamble avec mon ami, Virgile, de l'argent pour ces femmes, salaud! - Il y en a dix. Combien  d'entre eux voulez-vous? - Va te faire foutre, aucun! J'essaye juste aider! Demain je veux les voir aussi! - D'accord, mais cette chose vous coûte encore quelques euros  ! Rien n'est pour rien ici, mec!  

[mooneyedredmage]

Bad Dreams

<<Warning, dark themes!!!>>

It was nearly impossible to tell where he was; trees of a lightless-black surrounding the road he stood on and a sourceless, dim, grey light filtering between the small cracks of the thick trunks. He'd never seen any place like it, and it unnerved Luna'a to his very core, the Miqo'te's eyes darting every which way for some clue, some sign of what was happening. "Oh Luna... here again; didn't you learn the first time?" Came a voice from behind him, sending a shiver down the Keeper's spine, to which he'd reach for his rapier... but it wasn't there. Looking down, none of his equipment was on his person. Not his bag... Not his sword... Not even the armored boots he usually walked around in. Fear began to settle into his heart as he'd slowly turn around trying to find the source of the mysterious voice, a familiar voice, and there stood a cloaked man a bit further down the road. The figure's face was heavily obscured by shadow, by a fanged grin was clearly visible upon what otherwise lay a featureless visage. The figure began walking forward towards the Keeper male, Luna trying to back up only to feel his legs refusing to move, body locked in place; was it magic? Was it fear? Either way, Luna could do nothing as slowly, step after step this individual made it's way forward. "Come now, Luna, we're friends right?" He'd continue, a faint laugh escaping from that unmoving, eerie grin, "After all, I'm the only one who's stayed with you all this time. That little voice in your head that keeps everyone else safe... safe from you." "Sh-shut up!" The Keeper managed to force out, his body still unable to pull away from the encroaching figure, "I-I don't need you!" "Don't you? Oh, that's right..." The man seemed to stop mid place, placing his hands behind him, "I'm sure you don't... but what about everyone else, hmm? Surely without me keeping you in check, you'd cause them no end of grief." That laugh began to echo throughout the forested path, and as it did, the man slowly began to melt into the ground, turning into a dark grey mist that spread evenly across the ground far into the distant fog, obscuring the road beneath Luna's feet; then silence, and it remained silent for a few minutes aside from the occasional pleading as the Moon-Miqo'te tried to move his body. "What use are dreams?" The voice was right in his ear this time, whispering those choice words. "What's your dream again? A real romance, someone who cares? But Luna-" The moon miqo'te saw a shadow begin to form just outside his peripheral vision, another chill going down his spine just before a sharp pain jolted through his left arm. "- Why would anyone love someone like you? A cursed cat... Misfortune incarnate..." Slowly out from behind him, the figure emerged again, stepping confidently in front of the Moon Miqo'te and grasping his chin to pull it upwards. "And if they did... well, they'll just suffer all the time won't they-" "Sh-Shut up... St-stop it." "Oh! Maybe they won't suffer! After all..." "S-Stop... please..." "... you can't suffer if you're dead..." "Stop it! L- Leave me alone..." "You hurt everyone you care about... you're better off alone... You’re bad luck. Honestly... everyone is safer without you around." “N-No... p-please... s-stop...” The figure would grin wider, almost taking up the entirety of that face, blue-grey eyes glowing from under that hood. “You’re a monster; too bad that cut of yours didn’t finish the job~”

"SHUT UP!" Luna would jolt upwards, panting and shivering before quickly looking around... there he sat, in the nearly empty apartment in the Goblet, the night sky visible out his window. He'd take a few more breaths before looking down to his left wrist, seeing several now bleeding cuts where it appeared he'd have dug into his arm in the middle of the night... before curling up again and closing his eyes. Then came the tears... He was right... wasn't he...

[faeryworlds]

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[enby-prompto]

What Good is a Camera if You’re Stuck in a Dungeon?

In which Prompto is stuck in Steyliff Groves secret dungeon recalling his career as photographer:

Prompto loved weddings. Not that he would admit it to anyone, let alone his best friend. And, it wasn’t as if he was the one photographing them either. He had been assisting a wedding photographer all over Insomnia for two and a half years before Noctis’ engagement to Luna had been announced. Of course, he had been shooting on his own too, but his work was pretty far off from being commercial material. So when the news broke, he could remember holding his breath in wait to see if his best bud would pull through with the opening. Noctis hadn’t even skipped a beat before asking Prompto if he wanted to snap a few shots before the wedding, and maybe at, and of course he said yes and tried contain his excitement.

There was just something about capturing a singular moment in people’s lives that they would look back on from that point. It was like stopping time.

 He couldn’t remember whose idea this was, although in that moment it would do him little good. He raggedly dodged the incoming blast that would have otherwise left him stone, as his comrades did the same.

 “Prompto!”

He could hear Noctis bark from across the room, before warping away as one of the two Psychomancers they were facing reached toward him with their bony hands. The blond cursed faintly under his breath, bouncing his way back closer to the action and pretending that he wasn’t trying to adjust his camera settings when he was supposed to be loading a gun. Their last battle against several flan type creatures left him and his gear more than a little sticky, and he had been trying to clean out the buttons since. Quickly, if not reluctantly, Prompto set his camera down and summoned his gun. In one movement, he cocked it with the correct round.

“Let me brighten your day!” he shouted his usual warning call for a flare, firing in a high arc that illuminated the room. The deamons recoiled, if only momentarily.

“Thanks!” Noctis called out, taking the distraction to run over to heal Ignis after a particularly heavy blow that left him limping toward the wall. After a glance, the blond ran back for his camera. As soon as the camera was within reach, a gust of wind hit him and knocked him forward,  accompanied by the violent thud of Gladio’s shield beside him, and Prompto realized the taller man had blocked him from a massive sideswipe of a dashing Pyschomancer.

“Prompto, WAKE UP,” The shield shouted to the gunner, who responded with nothing more than a feeble grunt in reply as he regained balance. The camera had clattered into the middle of the room, just to be kicked further across the room by a pole vaulting Ignis. Just as the light from his Star Shell faded, he could tell the lens cap had popped off.

This was tiring and Prompto was beginning to hate it.

 Of course, he was never the biggest fan of dungeons, but this one really took the cake. After being given some weird old keys by a pushy old lady in rocking chair back at Meldacio HQ, they had been crawling their way through some of the toughest dungeons the gunner had ever experienced. They had been mucking around in a good amount of caves around all of Lucis before having to return to Steyliff Grove. After kicking around The Vesperpool and finishing up some hunts for the duration of the a day, they waited in the plentiful ancient temple knee deep swamp water until dusk.

 Prompto had always been in awe of the beauty and terror of its tall empty main hall, pool of water flowing overhead as naturally as anything. If they had more time, he would have asked Noctis to stop for some photos. The way the moon and sunlight cascaded through the water and reflected shards of light around the room was unlike anything else he had witnessed on their travels so far, and he had just started to get used to the Astrals. When they resurfaced, he would definitely ask.

After opening up the heavy vault-like door, covered in runes not unlike those at camp, they descended into what wasn’t a cave like the others had been, but a massive hall with high ceilings and the occasional deamon. At first it was going pretty well, he was event having fun, despite the creepy feeling that grew up slowly every single of his vertebrae every time they dealt with deamons or MTs.  

They even set up camp within the dungeons walls in what seemed like record time for once. Gladio pitched the tent with what was almost battle-ready glee. Ignis cooked a delicious meal, and they told a few jokes around the fire and it was all almost enough to forget that they had embarked into the depths of a terrifying death maze. They set off again the next morning (or so they thought, it was hard to tell) in bright spirits. They fought several more rooms of foes, and just narrowly escaped a grim fate when both Ignis and Noctis were brought to their knees at once by a group of Ronins and he and Gladio had to pick up the slack. Not that it slowed them down. They reached the second campsite all  too soon, and had no worries hunkering down on the eerily cold stone floor yet again. The next morning, like before, they set out as they had previously. Upon reaching the next room, they stopped short. Noctis recoiled, “Ugh, that’s gross.” It smelled like a really nice creme brulee gone sour, and the look of intense distaste on the chamberlin’s face upon his descent of the stairs was not lost on Prompto. Gladio tried to wave it off while trying to stick his head into the room. Some sort of possessed pudding slimed about, making the floor both slick and sticky.  It seemed to be their “just desserts”, as Ignis had put it, to which Noctis scoffed before warping headlong into the room.

When the prince’s warp landed, the deamon’s form melted, and Noctis found himself covered in the splattering of its retreating form. “Ugh!”, and Ignis was by his side, summoning a dagger in one hand while holding out a towel for the younger man, who swiftly took it and warped away to wipe off. With a shout, Gladio distracted the lot of them as he smashed his shield into another. The fight wasn’t tough, in an of itself, but more tedious as the deamons seemed impenetrable to brute force. While Gladio was distracting them, Ignis and Noctis pulled spells and tried not to get slimed.  Just as they were down to two left, one got Ignis right in the face, coating his pristine frames in gunk. Prompto let out a sharp laugh, catching Noctis attention. “Nice look, Specks,” the prince called before warping over to back up Gladio’s offensive. Ignis, dignified as ever, went to remove his glasses. “No wait, I have to catch this!” Prompto raised his camera up to his face when- you guessed it, the same monster resurfaced and bashed the blonde upside the head, gushing coating half of his camera and head in a thick layer of goo, before sinking down into the floor once more.

“NO!” Prompto crumpled to his knees, frantically wiping it down, while a resigned Ignis sighed and proceeded to clean his glasses.

 That had been six rooms ago. All of them full of those creepy creme brulees. The four of them had been on the verge of death multiple times in a row now despite it all, and Noctis had all but quit casting spells, reverting to using a sleek set of daggers Prompto didn’t quite remember him getting and running around in circles to dodge while Ignis kept throwing ice around the room. They were efficient, but without the same zest they had had coming in. The blond was getting tired of slipping and getting frosty gunk in his camera and gun, and his hair, but it wasn’t as if his teammates fared much better.

 Which lead us to the Psychomancers in the room now.

“Prompto, WAKE UP.”

“Sorry!” He feebly called, in hot pursuit of his camera, spotting it some ways away from the action by the opposite wall.

So far, Psychomancers had to be the thing Prompto liked least in this hell hole. He had already seen one take down the prince momentarily, causing Ignis, Gladio, and himself to collectively panic before they could catch a glimpse of the Phoenix Down Noctis had in hand. While the battle raged on around him, Prompto dove across the room, lens cap be damned, rolling around the camera,  cradling it in arm just as another beam shot across the room in an attempt to immobilize him. It caught Ignis, and he moved to fall from the force of the blast, but was caught by the spell, leaving him in an awkward backward lean. The gunner could hear Noctis sigh loudly, or breathing hard, it was getting harder to tell.

Gladio let out a guttural roar and sideswiped the two Pyschomancers hard enough to knock them both over. Without stopping, he went to town on the two squirming messes of wrong. Prompto gave his camera a once over, inspecting the lens. It was not cracked, which was as about as much as he could hope for. Summoning his pistol, he fired a round of shots at the pair of deamons, trying to will every bullet with hate so this could be over faster. “Prompto, get Iggy!” Noctis called in his direction, before exploding out in a burst of blue light that signaled his summoning the Royal Arms.

Prompto doubletaked. He was missing all of the good shots! He raised his camera up, finding it still on, and trying to snap a few frames. He jogged over to the stone form of Ignis, making sure to photograph his stoney visage at least once or twice while the glowing prince zipped along behind him, weapons in hand. At last, he pulled out a Golden Needle and poked the still hand of the advisor, instantaneously bringing the color back to his features. Ignis seemed shaken, glancing around and finding the gunner. “Thank you” with a nod, he turned back to the fight with an adjustment of his glasses, as the Shield and prince fell prey to a mist of what looked an awful lot like poison.

The fight wouldn’t take much longer from that point. Fortunately, both the four of them and Prompto’s camera seemed to be in once piece, having found the lens cap in the remains of a charred deamon. They each respectively healed up before moving on to the next room.

 “Prompto, angle that bounce to the left,” The photographer commented from behind the lens, while the couple before them remained in an affectionate embrace as the waves of Insomnia’s beach gently crashed by their feet. The blond sheepishly nodded, shifting the large white reflective circle in his arms to the left in an attempt to catch the light. It caught the young couple’s eyes looking intently into the other’s, and Prompto could feel his heart flutter. They looked so dedicated.

A lot of photographers looked down on wedding photography; it was too much effort, it didn’t go anywhere, extended family was ever happy with the outcome. And definitely, some folks seemed to be doing it for the wrong reasons, but every so often a couple would come along and you could just really tell they were supposed to be together. While Prompto was sure that he himself was a long ways off from anything like marriage, it always brought a smile to his face when assisting a wedding photoshoot felt like he was actually doing something good for someone else. Even if they didn’t remember him, he helped create something that would last and be looked back on for years and years, better or worse.

 The memory came back to the gunner suddenly at camp after the incident with the Pyschomancers. Ignis was cleaning up after a lasagna that always made Prompto feel like he could fart his way through the rest of the dungeon, but in a good way. Gladio was topless and doing squats off to the side facing the wall, weirdo, and Noctis was on his phone to his right. He was sitting in his usual spot, rigorously still trying to get the remaining goo flakes out of the buttons and lens of his camera. Inspecting the body once more, he turned it on to review the day’s photos. There were a few pretty decent ones he was going to show the gang, but also a few that progressively irked him. The photos he had tried to snap of stone Iggy and flying Noctis before were blurry, but not blurry in the way that they were out of focus, but blurry in the way that they were doubled, because the shutter speed had been too slow because the light Noctis and their flashlights put out was not enough to make it through his lens. In the next ones, his F-stop was too high. Perfectly in focus. Too dark.

The gunner fell into a frown, skipping through the rest of them to now. Somehow either he forgot the change his settings before that fight or they got screwed up when he dropped the camera, but they were all crap. “Ugh, can we go now? Haven’t we killed enough deamons to make that old lady happy?” He couldn’t help but whine, sinking into the chair.

“How is anyone going to believe we were here when your photos are so bad?” Prompto jumped slightly, too wound up in his photos to notice that the prince had leaned over to peek at his viewscreen. “Dude!” Betrayed, he shielded the camera and turned away with what was basically a pout.

Ignis came to sit with them, mug of decaf coffee in hand. “‘Great evil’ would seem to be more than a few magic flan and some possessed corpses, after all.” Gladio remained off to the side, now doing one armed pushups, unaffected.

But he was supposed to be better than this now, better than when they had started out and his wrong camera settings were still cute instead of inexcusable. His photos ended up in that magazine that Vyv guy ran. He was supposed to be able to shoot photos worthy enough of giving to Lady Lunafreya, so that she and Noctis could look back on this forever. His thoughts ended up returning to the happy couple on the beach, and his heart fell. He wanted to believe they made it out of Insomnia before the fall, but in practicality they most likely didn’t. All of the people whose memories he helped make… A part of him vowed that when they finally made it back to Insomnia, he would search out the photos, somehow. He wouldn’t let them be forgotten. An idea struck him, and he sharply turned back to Noctis.

“Well, I was here. I don’t know what you were doing.” Holding up the camera for a selfie, he stuck out his tongue at his best friend and snapped a photo. This time he had made sure the settings were right. He took several more, each time making a more and more dramatic face. In spite of the barb, Noctis laughed and tossed his phone at the photographer. Gladio finally returned to the circle, quirking a brow and glancing over to Ignis as he sipped his coffee and watched the other two bemusedly.

It wasn’t the worst night, given the day they had, but it was nothing compared to what was in store for them from that point.

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♥

10. A kiss on the hand 🌙--- She kept her cool blue gaze on his form, watching as his fingers traced the engravings on his father's treasured weapon. She saw Noctis take a shaky breath as the sword accepted him as its new master, crystallized lights surrounding them both. It was a joyous sight, to father and son reunited, even if it wasn't physically. Luna was thankful that she had lived to bestow this mighty blade to the young king. One of her greatest missions was complete... But now, what? With the covenant completed, sword and ring given to its rightful owner, she had no other purpose in the grand scheme of things. Her duty was to the people, of course and she would continue doing that for the rest of her life...but what could she do for Noctis? Luna took a few steps closer to his silent visage, not wanting to disturb this precious moment but also making her own presence known. Getting on her knees, the oracle kneeled before the king sitting on the bed.His midnight blue eyes finally locked onto her in confusion. "L-Luna?" Noctis questioned. Taking a hold of his hand, the one not covered by the glove, she squeezed it tightly. "I have nothing else to offer you but this solemn vow. Even if I am not there with you physically, I shall always think of you and pray for you. None shall harm you. The darkness will never harm you, for as I long as I live." With those last words, Luna pressed a tender kiss to his hand, leaving Noctis in a stunned silence. But the tears that welled up in his eyes were grateful. Those tears only strengthened her resolve. She would protect his heart, always.

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Anul 1990

La Bucureşti s-a înfiinţat Liga de Cooperare Culturală şi Ştiinţifică România–Franţa, cu filiale în aproape toate marile centre culturale ale ţării, în cadrul căreia au fost susţinute ample programe culturale – recitaluri de poezie şi muzică, comunicări ştiinţifice, expoziţii de artă, traduceri literare în/din limba franceză (Eminescu, Arghezi, Blaga, Bacovia, Minulescu, Apollinaire, Louise Labé, P. Verlaine, Antologie de poezie franceză etc.) schimburi culturale cu organizaţii asemănătoare din Franţa, participări la Saloane de Carte, înfrăţiri între localităţi din Franţa cu cele din România, întâlniri bilaterale între elevi, studenţi, cadre didactice, scriitori, interpreţi de muzică, actori; toate acestea bucurându-se de colaborarea cu înalte instituţii din România – Palatul Cotroceni al Preşedinţiei României, Ambasada Franţei, Institutul Francez din Bucureşti, Radio România Cultural, Radio România Internaţional, Muzeul Naţional de Artă, Muzeul Colecţiilor şi, din Franţa – Salon du Livre, Montmorillon & Paris; Biserica Română din Paris, Fondation Jacques Brel, Bruxelles – Exposition Jacques Brel – L’homme aux mille visages etc.

Anul 1991

Pictorița Adina Romanescu (n. 1974) deschide la Fundația Jacques Brel din Bruxelles expoziția de grafică Portraits Brel. Lucrările se află în colecția Fundației.

Jacques Brel, L’homme de la Mancha

Vezi și: Adina Romanescu Art

Anul 1993

La  Sommet-ul de Francofonie la nivel de Şefi de State, care a avut loc în Insula Saint-Maurice, România a devenit cea de a 47-a membră în marea familie a ţărilor francofone. Francofilă era ea de mai bine de două veacuri, de pe când ai noştri tineri învăţau pe la Paris ”la gât cravatei cum se leagă nodul”, de pe când Bucureştiul era Micul Paris în care arhitecţi pe care malurile Senei nu puteau să-i mai încapă, au venit şi-n ţara noastră şi s-au pus pe construit palate nenumărate, fiindcă pe atunci prin România nu prea juca tontoroiul sărăcia iar aurul ei luase minţile multora dar le şi pusese talentul la muncă; pe scenele teatrelor naţiei de prin marile urbe ale ţării se ciripea franţuzeşte, başca în presă şi prin saloanele Chiriţoaielor de Iaşi ori din provincie…

În vara aceluiaşi an, la Meulan, Franţa, s-a organizat un concurs de creaţie literară la care au participat cu poeme inedite poeţi din toate ţările francofone. A fost să fie ca poemul meu J’ai cherché mes amis inconnus să primească Prix de L’Europoésie, Regard sur le monde şi să devină, pus pe muzică de compozitorul Laurenţiu Profeta, Chant à la Francophonie.

Laurențiu Profeta, ”Chant à la Francophonie”, versuri de Paula Romanescu.Publicată în revista ”Opus”, editată de Liga Studenților din Universitatea de Muzică București, anul II, nr. 4 (5), decembrie 1999.

Anul 1995

La cea de a XVI-a Bienală de Francofonie de la Bucureşti (președinte fondator: Alain Guillermou; președinte : Roland Éluerd), a cărei temă a fost La place du français sur les autoroutes de l’information, în volumul La Roumanie et la Francophonie, care cuprinde toate actele/ comunicările susţinute, un loc privilegiat l-a avut interludiul poetic Hypocrite poète, mon semblable, mon frère, în care a fost inclus şi poemul amintit.

Anul 1996

Pianista şi interpreta vocal Liana Lungu a interpretat pentru prima oară cântecul amintit la recitalul de muzică şi poezie Chant à la Francophonie, organizat de Radio România Cultural şi Ambasada Franţei pentru a marca Săptămâna Mondială a Francofoniei.

Anul 1998

Editura Alcor din Bucureşti realizează CD-ul Chant à la Francophonie, care cuprinde 12 poeme în traducere franceză de M. Eminescu, L. Blaga, M. R. Paraschivescu şi P. Romanescu.

În luna decembrie a aceluiaşi an, la Hotel Hilton din Capitală s-au desfăşurat lucrările Celei de a VI-a Sesiuni de Francofonie la nivel de Miniştri de Externe, încheiate în acordurile ample ale Imnului Francofoniei, acorduri în care răsună întreg sufletul românesc – parte din sufletul lumilor.

Anul 1999

În manualul de Limba Franceză pentru clasa gimnazială a VII-a (Editura Humanitas), a fost introdus textul poemului şi, deopotrivă, partitura muzicală a acestuia semnată de maestrul L. Profeta.

De atunci cântecul acesta trece prin lume spunându-i acesteia despre o ţară europeană francofonă – România, Stat far al Francofoniei în Europa Centrală şi de Est, cum ne-a fost numit ţara la Sommet-ul din 2006.

Şi cântecul continuă să se facă auzit în lumea multiculturală şi francofilă, şi cu nuanţe de suflet românesc, în care zidirea cuvântului întru frumos vine de departe, cu, drept călăuză, intraductibilul DOR, spre a nu rătăci niciodată calea spre obârşie, la izvor, deşi ne-am împletit şi ne împletim din iubire de oameni cântul nostru în marele cântec al lumii.

Chant à la Francophonie

J’ai cherché mes amis inconnus

J’ai cherché mes amis inconnus Aux quatre coins du monde Sur cette terre ronde Où le langage n’est plus Source de malentendus – Jamais plus! J’ai cherché mes amis inconnus J’ai mis mon cœur en fête Et le chant d’alouette S’est levé vers les cieux Sur les ailes du violon d’Enesco.

Et puisque l’horizon est petit, Un mage au nom de Brancusi Fit s’élever vers l’infini La grande Colonne sans Fin de la vie. Voilà pourquoi je monte toujours Alouette au ciel de l’amour Voilà pourquoi je ne sais pas Préférer la haine à la joie. Alouette au ciel infini Du clair azur – francophonie, De Roumanie!

J’ai cherché mes amis inconnus De l’Est jusqu’à l’Ouest Et, arrivée à Brest J’ai entendu une voix: Rappelle-toi, Barbara,  N’oublie pas!  Et j’ai su que rien n’est perdu Tant que l’amour existe Dans ce monde parfois triste Où le sourire fleurit Sous les larmes de la pluie…

Voilà pourquoi, mes chers amis, Je garderai à tout jamais Dans le sourire un grain de sel, Dans la tristesse un peu de miel; Voilà pourquoi j’éclate de rire Sous mes rides prises pour un sourire, Voilà pourquoi je chante toujours – Alouette au ciel de l’amour, Alouette au ciel infini Du clair azur – francophonie, De Roumanie!

Paula Romanescu

Vezi și: Ziua Internaţională a Francofoniei, la rubrica Filă de calendar

  ”Un cântec a pornit prin lume” de Paula Romanescu Anul 1990 La Bucureşti s-a înfiinţat Liga de Cooperare Culturală şi Ştiinţifică România–Franţa, cu filiale în aproape toate marile centre culturale ale ţării, în cadrul căreia au fost susţinute ample programe culturale – recitaluri de poezie şi muzică, comunicări ştiinţifice, expoziţii de artă, traduceri literare în/din limba franceză (

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Les mystères de la Croix

et de la Rose

Il en est une rose rouge sublime qui aime aussi à retrouver son petit copain.

Comme bien d'autres en rêve, de cet amour immortel.

Un amour de Phénix qui renait de ses cendres tous les milles ans.

L'oiseau de pourpre parsemé de plumage doré étincelant.

La Vierge Folle de toute les Vierges,

lui qui fonda la religion nouvelle,

le Cristos de la Luna….

Il peut la retrouver et la recouvrir…

...du sang de ses souffrances à elle aussi.

Elle qui vient pour l'aider à se relever

à chaque fois qu'il tombe ou qu'il meurt.

Comme l' apparition d'un fantôme,

une revenante. Qui vient le faire frissonner.

Qu'elle soit donc foutue dans mon sang

mêlé du sien et par moi.

Sur les autels de nos fornications

et qui n'ont presque pas encore servi à personne.

Notre Temple il a su conserver toute son innocence

et sa pureté.

Et puis en conservant ton image avec moi

épouse immortelle je peux prendre patience

et croire encore.

Parce que si j'attend comme ça et sans faire exprès,

ça doit être pour au moins une comme toi.

"Lilith, elle regarde par la fenêtre de sa chapelle".

Comme une vierge dans son mausolée

et attendant le Roi des rois.

J'aurais pu Lana, mettre un autre visage derrière ce vitrail issu de l'amour immortel du Dragon.

Cela n'aurait pas eu le même effet. Tu complète bien le Grand Oeuvre à chaque fois. Je ne pourrais pas mieux illustrer ma vision du Monde et de sa Dame principale.

Jeune dévote du culte de la Déesse, vois nous ne l'avons jamais trahi.

Nous serions donc toi et moi métamorphiques?

Serais-tu la Lune que convoite le Cristos de Lana?

Cette lune comme d'une fleur sur ton front.

Un astre blanc couleur foutre-spectre pour illuminer nos nuits?

La Pleine Lune de Novembre sera alors la nôtre.

J' irai voler vers toi et mordre dans ta chair.

La France est un pays en forme de pentagone.

Mais d'autres nomment ce pays: l'hexagone.

Ce pays comme d'une fleur je vais le cueillir.

Comme Zeus l' a fait de la nymphe Europe déja.

Et dès que nous en auront fini avec eux, je vais te l'offrir.

Ou peut-être que sans même le cueillir j' irai juste butiner dedans

avec ma trompe de papillon.

Comme ça elle ne mourra jamais.

C'est une fleur enchantée qui fleuri même dans le gel environnant.

Il est bon de passer du temps avec toi.

Une autre clef se cache en toi je peux la voir se dessiner avec le sang qui coule sur ton visage blanc.

Cette clef là, elle ne ressemble pas aux autres. C'est comme la clef où c'était écrit 'Lotus' dessus, à Pernes-les-Fontaines.

C'est donc toi Lana avec moi qui détenons l'Ankh suprême des pharaons d' Egypte et de ses dynasties issues d'Atlantide et de Mu?

Je serai alors, Lana sweetit  très ravi d'ouvrir les portes du Pays Fées avec toi.

Ce serai trop bien. Fairys land.

Lana la plus que jolie et souveraine des Fées et puis moi: le Seigneur des Elfes.

;)

Je t' embrasse et dieu te garde dans mon fond d'écran.

C'est donc toi radieuse et jeune initiée avec moi, que nous irons poursuivre les étoiles.

Dans la Nuit des Temps.

Celle qui ne fut jamais mais qui sera.

Ce soir, cette nuit en regardant tout ce sang sur ton visage

tout ce sang qui dégouline je trouve cela très beau sur toi.

C'est comme une révélation, mais c'est peut-être aussi à cause de la drogue.

Mais je trouve cela très érotique.

Je peux donc peindre sur ton visage des trucs chouettes

avec du sang.

Qu'il coule de par ton nez

ou que ce soit celui d' un quelconque amant de moi ou amante de elle.

C'est que elle ne doit aduler personne d'autre mieux que moi

et que je devrai faire pareil pour elle.

C'est la rose rouge et mystique de la croix.

Je l'ai retrouvé.

Celle des légendes les plus anciennes

et qui reste toujours jeune.