#dawnturnstodusk

[miyaaru]

Jae ❤️

[phoenixfiiire]

@dawnturnstodusk ❤️'d starter call

His consciousness had fully left him long before Clive's battle with Ultima had ended. His consciousness... had vanished, swallowed whole by the infinite void that was destined to swallow all.

He was dead.

And then... he wasn't.

Raise was a powerful spell. It was hard to say it was forbidden, but it was intensely impractical to ever expect to use it. The amount of magic it took to sustain the spell was... almost unfathomable.

Almost.

The wound on his chest was healed as the fire of new light had been poured into his veins. Joshua felt himself lifted into Clive's arms as he was hugged so very tightly, but he could not make himself move to let his brother know that he was there. It was a spark of awareness that felt thready and weak, and it would only take little more than a strong gust of wind to snuff it out.

And then... he was falling.

Origin had crumbled away, and his body had plummeted into the ocean along with the multitude of detritus and debris. And that had been what fully awoke him, the sensation of ice-cold water flooding his lungs as blue eyes snapped open wide. Joshua found himself flailing for a moment in the ocean as his mouth filled with saltwater, leaving him to sputter and gasp as he struggle to the surface - and then struggled to shore.

The course sand felt heavenly beneath his hands as he clawed himself out of the water before rolling onto his back. Up above in the sky the hideous purple clouds had vanished, allowing him to look up at trail of stars that dotted the sky. It was beautiful, far more beautiful than he had ever appreciated before - and he was alive to look at it.

He was... alive...

It was a worrisome thought that Joshua didn't have the energy to dwell on the moment. All he wanted to do was lie there and watch the stars, but the sound of another's groan had him pushing himself to his feet (and pausing a moment to notice that the urge to cough and wretch had not yet overtaken him once).

"Hello?" He took a few steps toward the noise before his eyes widened, and Joshua broke into a sprint to cross the rest of the distance over the wet sand as quickly as possible.

"Clive?!"

[reevc]

@dawnturnstodusk for Tseng.

"how about you and I sneak off somewhere no one can find us."

[slumberingchaos]

@dawnturnstodusk

It was an odd day when Clive found himself alone within the hideaway without even his trusty hound at his heels. Most days were filled with inane requests piled high atop his other duties, drowning the young lord Marques in a never ending list of things to do or people to help.

Today, however, there had been nary a peep - perhaps due to the looming doom that has spread across the sky and the feeling of dread filling the hearts of those within the Hideaway. Clive himself had felt nothing but since returning home, his heart heavy with failure and his body aching from the abuse he had levied against it in his last battle. A heavy sigh left his lips, leaning back against the Highwind's hull looking out at the deadened sea stretched out before him.

[speargifted]

@dawnturnstodusk //I think i dilfed him too hard

[chishigure]

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@dawnturnstodusk

Aghast!

Why Nana my old friend, it is an honor that you still like my writing even though we have a lot of different muses now, and my muses for FF has been very low and I am only writing Joshua and Stella now if it comes to FF RP on here.

Glad to hear a dear old friend still enjoys my content and shenanigans<3

[ruinedbycatastrophe]

@dawnturnstodusk liked for a starter!

Being the Shield to the King is an time honored role. It was what the Amicitia line trained themselves for their whole lives. They lived, breathed and die if it means keeping the Lucis Caelums alive and well. It was all Clarus has ever known. His father's rules were strict and his teaching even worse. So Clarus was a bit of a workaholic when it came to Regis' safety. But there was something different that Ambrose didn't account for; friendship. Clarus and Regis were friends. Maybe Mors and Ambrose were. He never knew. But it was clear that Clarus and Regis were. That Regis cared about him more than another bodyguard hanging around him. However, that isn't to say that his charge was--- always sane. Or always patient. "Regis." Clarus spoke, his voice low. "Are you paying attention?" Council meetings were long and boring but Regis had to be paying attention to them in some aspect.

[ruiination]

@dawnturnstodusk (x)

Despite his status as a Branded, she still did not trust him. She half expected her son to react as a feral beast. Snapping at her with his teeth and scratching with claws. All things she had helped sharpen. She had heard he had been useful. All of that honor his worthless father had tried to instill in him, gone for the sake of survival. She could only pray that Elwin watched from some afterlife and wept.

"Not at all. One never knows how an animal, no matter how domesticated, may react." She lowers the blade. It was not ladylike to don a weapon, but that would be when dealing with men and not beasts. Founder, he looked like his father. "Do not call me mother. You have no name or family, Branded." Why had she decided to see him? Was it simply because they were close in proximity? It had been years. She had expected him to be curse-ridden and barely alive. A fitting punishment for the failure of a Rosfield and Shield. But he looked well.

"I never held any love for you. Not even when you were in my womb. You are utterly unlovable. But you already know that, do you not? Or have you not yet killed enough people to lose your supposed love for yourself, Branded?"

[valiisthea]

Tyler and Wade are unf love them so much.

Are you Tyler's Type? || @dawnturnstodusk

Don't mind him, he's not currently asking the local blacksmith to do him up a pair of wedding rings or anything. Never. No way. Nuh uh.

In all seriousness, Wade is getting a kiss later 💕

[lionheartedscout]

been watching from afar, but I do hear Gav in you're writing and I adore you and Gav so much.

1-800-how’s my portrayal? @dawnturnstodusk

//Ahhh thank youuuu! You're so sweet!!!

I try my best to at least stay true to his character without getting too ooc but it's also fun to see his dynamic with other characters that we don't get to see in the game. I'm glad everyone enjoys him so far! <3

[phoenixfiiire]

"That's my feather Clive!"

[generalorcaptain]

@dawnturnstodusk from here

Titus was, deep down, a somewhat restless man. He did not relax easily in the slightest. While that was a benefit for his work, it made the hours he wasn't working a bit more of a chore.

The worst of it, he would often find himself walking out and around the city. He would go to the docks and watch the sea - one of the few things that could actually soothe him.

It had been a beautiful night, with the full moon playing across the waves, but he had eventually brought himself to turn and leave, to head back toward home. And it was then he caught sight of the wolf.

Werewolves weren't common inside the walls. It didn't seem like a feral one, either.

"Out hunting?" He asked, voice low.

[ofimmortal]

dawnturnstodusk asked:

❝ how long until you believe that you can trust me ? ❞ (hehe after the fall of Insomnia? xD )

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It was something he personally didn’t want to think of. Years, on years spending much time with this man --- only to be backstabbed. Yet. here they where, out in the wild, Cor doing his own job-- while the other follows behind. Titus could have easily went home. He had a home. yet -- he choose to stay with him. Cor never knew how to show his feelings, nor --- react to much. 

But there was something that pushed him the wrong way -- Trust? Does this man think he is going to any type of trust back? Cor could list so many reasons why he shouldn’t do it. 

Slowly the man turn to look. Blank expression.  It was that same face he would have given any of the kids, like they where asking a dumb question.  Icey Blue eyes stared at him for a moment longer  before he turn his body away.

                                 “Until you can prove to me, that you can be trusted.” 

[galahdborn]

☆ @dawnturnstodusk ☆

"Looks like I finally caught up with you," it had taken a lot of subtle asking around and some hitchhiking, but here he was, looking at the Prince of the Kingdom he had sworn his loyalty to. The news had said that the Prince was dead of course, but Nyx knew that Noctis hadn't been there when Insomnia fell.

"Did you meet up with the Princess yet? I know she wanted to give you the ring," he had looked for her as well, but she was very difficult to keep track of. He had prioritised finding his Prince in the end, since his duty was now to fight for him.

"Ah, before I forget – Nyx Ulric, at your service. I'm not sure if you actually remember me."

[ofglaiveandguard]

@dawnturnstodusk​

“Alright,” the Captain sighed as he stepped into the training room to find the Prince already waiting for him. Playing royal babysitter wasn’t exactly part of his job, but he supposed it beat paperwork. Besides, it wasn’t too different to training his men. The only real difference was that he’d need to take a bit of a softer approach.

It shouldn’t be too hard. He was rather fond of the boy, not that he’d ever admit it out loud.

“I have a couple of hours I can spare. What was it you wanted to cover today, your Highness? I will warn you in advance, however, that I won’t be going easy on you. If you want me to train you, I expect your best effort. Do you understand?”

[slumberingchaos]

Clive had been quiet, not unusually so but enough that the denizens of their little sanctuary seemed a bit perturbed by it. Perhaps it was because he had been opening up a bit more, a fault he would blame on the self professed leader of their merry band of misfits, or perhaps it was because he truly felt as if he were somewhere he could consider safe after so long. Either way, the stares had been enough and though he found himself perched over one of the craigs near the hideaway he was certain that the whispers were following him - and it seemed that they even caught the ear of the one man who would always barge right in during Clive's self imposed isolation. "Do you have need me, Cid or is this something that can wait?"