#.・☾ › au verse : grishaverse ⸻ the jewel of the moon .

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✉     ⸺    @sovrenyi​     𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐨𝐧. 𝐒𝐎𝐅𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐍𝐒.     ┆     not accepting.

❛  i  know  i  should ,  but  i’m  not  ready  to  give  up  your  memory .  ❜

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐄𝐂𝐇𝐎 𝐎𝐅 𝐀 𝐌𝐄𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐈𝐂 𝐌𝐄𝐋𝐎𝐃𝐘,   𝐖𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐄 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐒 𝐅𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐇 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐌 𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐘 '𝐏𝐎𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐄𝐃𝐆𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐔𝐄,   𝐑𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐁𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐒 𝐀𝐆𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐓 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐑𝐄𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐒 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐊 𝐈𝐒 𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆,   𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐋𝐘.        For the longest time,   had she believed to be naught but yet another soul with neither aims nor goals in life,   an invisible passersby whose ethereal presence resembled that of the spectral ghosts described in the oldest tales   ❪   although you may indeed perceive their coldest kiss,   it would be still impossible to touch or imprison them in the warmth of a desperate embrace   ❫   ,   A WOMAN WHOSE FATE WAS WHOLLY BARREN OF SIGNIFICANCE. 

THEN HOW IS IT POSSIBLE,   that such an insignificant being had managed to carve her name across the muscle tissue of his heart   ?   Politeness becomes a foreign notion as Kaguya leans towards him,   compelled by the unique purpose of tentatively placing her warm hand above his own   ;   she dares not to hold it,   dares not to intertwine their fingers together and repeats to herself that for now,   this is enough.        ❝   I never wanted to hurt you so...   I wish I could have remembered   THE TRUTH ABOUT MY IDENTITY   sooner,   because everything would have been oh so different.        After all,   isn’t it foolish,   to grow roots when a farewell continuously lingers on the edge of one’s tongue   ?   ❞        This cold ache,   elicited by the awareness that her time on the mortal realm is approaching its end,   is still naught but a mosquito sting when compared to the haunting terror of being   FORGOTTEN   by those who had painted the pages of her existence with their colors        ⸻        Pinks,   reds,   yellows,   BLACKS. 

Her hold onto his hand becomes tighter,   even if for the briefest of moments.        ❝   I do not fear what lays ahead of my path but I do fear what may happen to you,   once I can no longer be here.        Can you   PROMISE   me that you will not lose yourself to the darkness of the night   ?   Even if I will not be here,   THE MOON WILL CONTINUE TO SHINE.   ❞

FOR YOU. 

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✉     ⸺      @sovrenyi​     𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐨𝐧. 𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐎𝐒.     ┆     not accepting.

11 - cuddling on the couch with hot chocolate.

𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐒 𝐈𝐓𝐒 𝐂𝐀𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐈𝐎𝐔𝐒 𝐂𝐑𝐔𝐄𝐋𝐓𝐘   and for a moment,   it becomes naught but a blurred concept amidst a thousand others.        In its vacant lieu,   spring comes and then even summer re - kindles its dormant kingdom of honey and golds:   within the almost suffocating confines of her ribcage,   the gentlest of seasons alternate themselves to properly tend to the unbound sentiments that first flourish and then flutter with powerful fervor,   now threatening to escape from this mortal cage of flesh and bones in pursuance of finally making themselves known,   heard,   acknowledged. 

The scent of hot chocolate fills the tranquil atmosphere of the private chamber and if it weren’t for the cackling laughter of the boisterous fireplace,   they would have been in complete and utter silence:   underneath a heavy blanket of wool and fur intertwined,   she has curled herself up to him,   molding her body so that it may perfectly fit with his own and memorizing each and every beat of his lamentably fatigued heart.       Kaguya knows that his unexpected request to spend some time together far from the rest of the court is not solely due to his desire to share little moments of intimacy,   but it is also connected to more pressing matters...   Matters that she has accidentally discovered whilst shamefully listening to the mindless chatters of a couple of maids. 

And it is this same discovery that does not allow her to entirely relax despite the longing of her heart for him,   that does not allow her to entirely abandon her thoughts and concerns in order to focus ‘pon him and him alone.       Before long,   she is languidly turning towards him,   cheek resting ‘pon his shoulder and gaze fixated ‘pon the side of his visage.        ❝   You’re leaving...   Aren’t you   ?   ❞        She does not play with words,   nor does she bother to conceal her true intentions behind poetic and vague terms:   the deceitful demeanor normally embraced during her encounters with the nobles is entirely unnecessary now,   for she knows that she can be transparent with him        ⸻        Even when the words waltzing on the edge of her tongue may not be pleasant to his ears.        ❝   I heard two maids talk about the king and about his newest whims and they mentioned a mission that ought to take place in the furthest borders of the kingdom...   A mission that has been given to you.   ❞

All of sudden,   Kaguya straightens up.        The steaming cup in her hands is forgotten as she turns to the side in order to face night - incarnate directly   ;   ‘pon her doll - like visage,   in spite of a few darker shadows of melancholy here and there,   there is naught but unadulterated and genuine affection for the dark general.        ❝   Since you won’t bring me with you,   I assume that it won’t be necessary for you to fight and of this,   I am truly relieved...   But please,   will you promise me to come back safe   ?   I can’t lose the one person who likes hot chocolate as much as I do.   ❞

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✉     ⸺      @sovrenyi​     𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐨𝐧. 𝐔𝐍𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐃.     ┆     always accepting.

kisses the top of her head before leaving.

𝐌𝐔𝐂𝐇 𝐓𝐎 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐃𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓,   he had instantaneously agreed to her little request of discovering more about subjects and histories that never before had interested her:   now,   instead of light books that depicted the most delicious recipes or that explained precise notions about flora and fauna,   heavy and ancient tomes with lamentably yellowed pages and filled to the very brim of each sheet with complicated war schemes occupied the expanse of the wooden desk in front of her.        For the past week,   the vast and beautiful library of the Palace had become her second home   ;   she would go there right after having breakfast and would remain until someone came to drag her away so that she could at least eat something for dinner.        Many of the concepts illustrated in the manuals were foreign and almost entirely incomprehensible to her,   for Kaguya could not imagine why someone would spend so much of their precious time   ❪   and thus of their brain   ❫   thinking about naught but war,   waging war,   conquering and defeating those around them.        After the third day spent amidst the words of belligerent authors and their bellicose genius,   she had come to the conclusion that if someone had dedicated just as much passion and time thinking about peace,   a worldwide state of harmony would have long since been achieved. 

And it is here,   in the library,   that he finds her.        Spine bent forward,   a cheek cradled in the support of her palm and sterling eyes forcefully focused ‘pon yet another wall of text:   she does not know for how long she has been in this exact position,   nor does she know for how long the tedious and callous author of this tome has been digressing about the importance of testing the loyalty of one’s soldiers through the most cruel and gruesome of methods,   but she does know that her brain is demanding a pause and the idea of taking a nap with her eyes open becomes more and more alluring with each passing second. 

And she would have certainly succumbed to the allure of dreams and warm coziness,   far from hideous images of violence and battlefields,   had she not felt a sudden weight on top of her head.        The dazzling jolts suddenly slithering down her spine at the mere physical contact are an unmistakable indication of the one who has pressed a gentle kiss ‘pon her head but before the moon - incarnate can do or say anything,   his languid steps have already taken him far from her desk and further into the labyrinthine corridors of the library.        Needless to say that she is absolutely confused,   surprised even at the unexpected display of affection        ⸻        Emotions doomed to instantaneously wither,   for the flames birthed by her ichorous muscle are already creeping across the expanse of her cheeks and conquering each inch of formerly pale flesh,   painting even the tip of her nose and her ears in brazen reds.        An infantile grumble is silently heaved past puckering tiers whilst she rubs her palms against her cheeks to try and dispel both warmth and color.

And once her gaze accidentally falls ‘pon the still open tome right in front of her...   She decides that she can study for a while longer,   FOR HIM. 

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✉     ⸺      @sovrenyi​     𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐨𝐧. 𝐔𝐍𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐃.     ┆     always accepting.

❛ my mother wants me to leave, abandon my kind. she thinks its the best move. ❜ he’s stressed and worried for those around him. ❛ i don’t think i could leave them vulnerable, most of them don’t even know how to fight… and what happens should i leave them defenseless, they will be slaughtered… i must find a way to save them and appease to her… my dear moon, ❜ he reaches for her hand retreats, remembering the power surge it gives him, he doesn’t want to thirst for her right now, but he finds it hard to resist the temptation that is her. ❛ i need your guidance. ❜

𝐈𝐅 𝐖𝐀𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐖𝐀𝐑 𝐓𝐑𝐔𝐋𝐘 𝐈𝐒 𝐀𝐍 𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐀𝐒 𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐘 𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐈𝐌,   Kaguya is most likely not amidst its most talented adepts.        It is with genuine concern that she listens to his words,   that she observes the language of his body and,   albeit in intimate secrecy for some things are better left unsaid,   that she welcomes his unspoken wishes in the depth of her heart.        She knows not whether it is their connection that has given her the possibility to hear what his ichorous muscle aches and longs for,   or if it is something already inherently embedded in the sterling marrow of her frail bones,   but not once has she ceased to lend her ears to all the fears and desires and dreams  that he does not have the courage to outwardly vocalize   ;   it is mayhap for this exact reason,   that she gives herself to him entirely,   even when the consequences of their bond are so crystalline and foreboding. 

This time,   it is her who reaches out for him.        Lithe hands carefully fold around his own in a warm and gentle hold   ;   she knows not how many times she has done so already,   but she is certain that if she were ever lamentably separated from him,   she would know how to recognize him through touch alone.        ❝   You must forgive me,   for I am embarrassingly ignorant in the matters of politics and wars...   But if this is your dream,   then you should not abandon it,   nor should you give up on those that you wish so fervently to protect.   ❞        A fleeting pause thus ensues,   a brief lapse of time in which she recollects her thoughts and attempts at putting them together into a coherent,   hopefully inspiring whole.        ❝   Your mother is very concerned for you,   for your fate...   She can only see endless darkness ahead of you and is desperate to save you,   to give you a life worth living.   ❞

Her arms bend,   bring his own closer to her and ‘pon its knuckles,   the moon - incarnate plants a long kiss.        ❝   All my proposals on how to solve this problem would undoubtedly sound silly to you,   but...   But I want you to know that it does not matter what you choose to do,   it does not matter whether you will decide to venture in the battlefield or if you will decide to embrace a secluded life,   I WILL BE BY YOUR SIDE,   always.        I will help you convince your mother that whatever choice you make,   is the right one...   That your path does not necessarily have to be one wholly shrouded in darkness.        Not once,   will your night be without the moon,   I can promise you this.   ❞        A titter,   bashful in nature.        ❝   And,   in the meantime,   maybe you could give me some books on politics and battle strategies and on the history of your kind   ?   So I can study them and then I will be able to hopefully help you more.   ❞

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✉     ⸺      @sovrenyi​     𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐨𝐧. 𝐔𝐍𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐃.     ┆     always and forever accepting.

❛ your touch... it frightens me, i've never felt anything like that yet i am curious. would you be so willing? — take my hand again... ❜

𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐈𝐒 𝐀 𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐄,   a source of pitch black darkness that engulfs her and that compels her to shine brighter than every before        ⸻        For reasons birthed not by fear and terror,   but by the genuine desire to fill what is now vacant with luminescence and warmth   ❪   the moon is soft and bright,   and so is she   ❫   .        With a conglomeration of curiosity and surprise,   does she listen to his demand and unconsciously her gaze falls ‘pon his outstretched hand:   fingers quiver almost imperceptibly,   as if suddenly overwhelmed by the cruel coldness of winter,   but she knows that it is under the weight of greedy desire that they tremble.        A myriad of queries pirouette across the expanse of her troubled subconscious,   ravenous questions that ought to remain unspoken and intimate for now   ;   after all,   she is naught but the beauteous daughter of a wood cutter and he,   enveloped by warm furs and exquisite garments,   is the closest to the starless night that she has ever come.

Words are not spoken,   for even in the brief pause that followed his request she could not think of an appropriate and coherent response.        And thus she simply obeys:   her hand is brought forward until her palm connects with his own and her fingers loosely furl around his hand in a gentle and hesitant hold.        She knows not what it is that he is experiencing,   but she knows what she is feeling now:   A SENSE OF LONGING,   stronger and more violent than any other sentiment harbored throughout the expanse of her ephemeral life,   a nocturnal lullaby that lures her closer and closer and closer...   The dusk demands the embrace of the moon and so,   she can do naught but comply.

Eyes travel from their hands to his visage and there settle.        A concerned grimace darkens the pale pigments of her visage and deepens the lines across her forehead and beneath her eyes   ;   as expected,   his reaction has come immediately and now all - devouring concern fills her paper heart with dubious fog.        ❝   Am I causing you pain   ?   ❞        The muscles in her arm suddenly tense and she has to fight against herself in order not to retreat her hand and thus break their physical contact.        Albeit with visible hesitancy,   Kaguya leans closer to him and searches for his gaze with her own.        ❝   Please,   don’t let me hurt you...   ❞

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𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐃 𝐘𝐄𝐓 𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐇𝐔𝐒𝐈𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐂 𝐕𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐀𝐆𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐋𝐘 𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐄𝐃𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐑'𝐒 𝐕𝐈𝐒𝐀𝐆𝐄        ⸻        𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐛𝐞𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐬,   𝐰𝐢𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐩𝐞𝐞𝐤 𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐬𝐭 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐢𝐝𝐥𝐲 ��𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐥,   𝐚𝐬 𝐢𝐟 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐚 𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐬𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐛𝐞 𝐞𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐭𝐨 𝐞𝐱𝐨𝐫𝐜𝐢𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐢𝐭𝐬 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭.        Her father,   donning his most exquisite and eccentric of furs,   guides him towards their humble house,   where countless presents   ❪   generous little packages filled with food and comfits,   handmade coats and warm scarves,   golden bracelets devotedly painted in midnight black    ❫    wait for this oh so very special guest.        Within the room in which she has been hastily shoved,   KAGUYA WAITS        /        Despite her polite poise,   infantile antagonist bubbles thorny in the depth of her stomach as she,  once again,   becomes the treasure to be found and claimed by foreign hands. 

The doors to the room are suddenly opened and the boisterous voice of the once humble wood cutter resounds in its interior,   introducing the unfamiliar guest and prompting her to embrace her most amiable disposition   ;   she bows deeply,   subtly crooning her head to one side just to take a quick peek at the man in front of her. 

@sovrenyi​ .     ♡

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.・☾     ›     verse ∞ :     main   ⸻   wings of broken glass   ┊   (  demon arc  )  . .・☾     ›     verse i :     main   ⸻   solitude brought thy roses   ┊   (  moon arc  )  . .・☾     ›     verse ii :     main   ⸻   painting a paper heart   ┊   (  earthling arc  )  . .・☾     ›     verse iii :     main   ⸻   'tween blooming & withering   ┊   (  modern arc  )  . .・☾     ›     verse iv :     alt main   ⸻   re - awakened moonlight   ┊   (  queen arc  )  . .・☾     ›     verse v :     alt main   ⸻   the dark side of the moon   ┊   (  dark moon arc  )  .

.・☾     ›     au verse :     grishaverse   ⸻   the jewel of the moon . .・☾     ›     au verse :     khr   ⸻   a million miles away . .・☾     ›     au verse :     genshin   ⸻   the moonlight sonata . .・☾     ›     au verse :     final fantasy vii   ⸻   flowers blooming on the moon . .・☾     ›     au verse :     d gray man   ⸻   moonage daydream . .・☾     ›     au verse :     naruto   ⸻   hallowed by thy name . .・☾     ›     au verse :     three houses   ⸻   a crack in this castle of glass .  .・☾     ›     au verse :     stardew valley   ⸻   the paper - hearted moon . 

.・☾     ›     study 01 :     the essence of one’s self . .・☾     ›     study 02 :     headcanon . .・☾     ›     study 03 :     visage . .・☾     ›     study 04 :     bodyclaim . .・☾     ›     study 05 :     faceclaim . .・☾     ›     study 06 :     aesthetics . .・☾     ›     study 07 :     isms & mindset . .・☾     ›     study 08 :     world - building .     .・☾     ›     study 09:     the heart may speak .   .・☾     ›     study 10:     the awakened moon event. .・☾     ›     study 11:     memory scrolls.