#EVENT: LUCIAN SS FESTIVAL *

[stellarhistoria]

i need this cute and so do you // @zodiac--muses. // aryin & gwen.

aryin was nothing if not intuitive when it came to other people. sometimes, yes, sometimes he found himself ... unaware of how to respond to it, but he always NOTICES. and maybe that's why he's always so sad and yet does his damnedest to hide it from those who find themselves caring about him, because they deserve a little sunshine in their life.

vivian would have something to say about that. smoker wouldn't like it. grey... well, he knows what dad would say.

"I'm sure they are, but how could they ever compare to you?" for most, it would sound like a cheesy pick up line, but aryin has always been the sort of person to speak his mind. and this is no different. "I'll walk with you, but I can't guarantee keeping my eyes off of you, my galaxy."

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sure is a meme? // @zodiac--muses. // gwen & aryin.

it's a bit of a surprise that crosses the ex prince's features at the offer of going to dance. and, perhaps, it wasn't the offer that made him sad, rather than thinking of all the times that he had tried to enjoy a ball like this, only to realize that he, perhaps, just... maybe he wasn't... meant... for this sort of life. the parties, the excitement, the vibrancy.

it made him believe that his story would end in the same tragedy that haunted him all his life. it made him believe, truly, that, things that were golden and glittering were not made for him.

he's a dragon, and in stories, dragons are evil, are monsters, end up dead.

"I'm sorry, my love, I... I'm not feeling up to dancing."

he felt like a horrible person for not being able to keep up his normal presentation, but as far as he was concerned, he was terribly out of place. someone who felt like that they were... an outsider looking in. and, in a way, both of them were. they did not belong in this scene anymore.

but his eyes trail over to his brother, easily conversing, easily living in the moment, easily going through person to person and complimenting them, laughing with them, indulging their stories... as if charm and wit were a part of his daily routine. maybe it is, for him. "Could we just sit outside for a bit? I want to enjoy the calmness while we can."

he wants good memories, not sad moments.

[stellarhistoria]

like for a lucian summer sunset ball thread! reminder, the muses attending are: luka highwind, aryin ashland, cloud strife, and kalen izunia.

[stellarhistoria]

LSSF INTERACTION / / gwen & kalen. / / @zodiac--muses.

"Good, I'm glad! This place is quite lovely," even after all these years, the Citadel still has sights to DIE FOR. ( and some still do ─── die just to see this place, that is. )

"Myself?" he tilts his head and adjusts his pinstripe hat slightly, offering a calm smile in retort as he responds verbally. "Oh, you know. I'm old enough to remember when this place was quite different. It's pleasant, to see it again, even if it's not truly mine."

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LSSF SENTENCE STARTERS. / / @zodiac--muses. / / gwen&aryin.

"Mmm, you know I'm not... a dancer anymore, yeah?" the light smile is more playful than anything else, styled and left down hair a natural part of the ensemble for the night. for some reason, his delight in being invisible in such a lovely crowd feels misplaced... and yet, as soon as he found himself in this situation, staring at her, her outfit and her sheepish smile of finally being able to be close enough that the rest of the world doesn't exist...

ADORING does not cover the look he's giving her as he takes one of her hands.

"If you will it, the stars will be yours." ever the poet aryin is.

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LSSF SENTENCE STARTER. / / @madeimpact. / / cloud&sora.

there's a moment of registering the words, and then, after a few moments, a slight smile crosses his features that most who know him UNDERSTAND that he's having a bit of a playful moment. somewhere between a faint smirk of amusement and a big grin of mischief, that's where the expression rests. "I bet 300 gil that you get the chocobos to startle before you can try." he teases through mild entertainment and mirth in his voice.

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"It's been a looooong time since I got this close to these damn gates." the once revered, once beloathed immortal prisoner of the gods says as he lays down on the grass, hands behind his head and hat tilted forward enough to hide his eyes.

( he's unrecognizable to nearly everyone / he's sure some, at least some would recognize him / and then it would be a game of bluffs ) alas he finds himself perking up a little bit. "It's a beautiful day out. Or maybe night. Been tanning." he jests.