#ofsylleblossom

[gingersmiith]

Rider of the Sky

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Filthy, exhausted, starling wings drooping, Axis slipped through the ruins of Insomnia, looking for supplies and survivors. He’d already rounded up a pair of teenagers and a lost-looking woman, depositing them with Sonitus and Tredd in an old bomb shelter before continuing his search. 

The hellish night was over; Niflheim had destroyed the city and taken as many of the traitors with it as they could. Sheer luck had saved him, had saved Tredd and Sonitus, had even saved the guard Fortis -- though Axis had passed his unconscious body off to the first group with transportation he’d spied, lest Tredd decide on vengeance.

He found a relatively unlooted pharmacy and promptly looted it, stocking up on first aid kits and water, as well as shelf-stable snacks and batteries. Medicine, braces, everything went into the backpacks the kids had let him have. He left the register alone; only Insomnia dealt in yen, and exchanging for gil would be a red flag to any Niffs still looking for survivors.

With the backpacks full, he started trudging back to the bomb shelter. They’d need to abandon it by tomorrow at the latest, but until they did, he would get all the supplies they needed for their coming journey.

He spied a woman in the distance -- blond hair, white clothing, white wings; she stood out like a beacon, or an angel.

....he really was tired, if his thoughts were getting that poetic.

Axis changed course, to see if she needed help.

[pcsitivibee]

positivity for ofsylleblossom : This is for @ofsylleblossom! I just wanted you to know that I adore you so so much and I love writing with you so much. I know you're busy and life gets you down a lot, but I'm so happy I've gotten to be your friend. You've helped me through so much!

[ahundredwars]

@ofsylleblossom from here.

No one else in the Citadel knows where the queen has gone off to. It hasn't yet reached a panic, but he can see the concern in the eyes of handmaids and workers he passes by. They all fear for her, their beloved queen, treating her still like she's some sort of delicate sylleblossom. 

He knows better.

Nyx walks past them all and they turn to watch him. By now, they know better than to second guess the former Glaive. It's some sort of magic, they think, or some instinctive piece of his soul that somehow just knows. He always knows where she is, so they have no reason to worry.

He walks through the quarters like he'd mapped the place out a thousand times before, every step taken is purposeful and set. Nothing could stop him, even if they dared to try. 

Down the halls, up the stairs, more halls, scenery in repetition with the same vases and paintings and decadence he spares no moment to look at, through the door of a lavish bedroom (which he makes sure to shut and lock to keep the others at bay), right up to the heavy oak door leading to the bathroom.

He pauses at the door, not bothering to knock but instead speaking through it, "I'm right here, and I'm not going anywhere." Its a familiar promise at this point, something he's repeated to her over and over and over and plans on continuing to repeat until he can no longer.

The silence doesn't scare him, he knows she heard him, he is nothing if not patient with her. 

The click of a lock is all he needs, opening the door and stepping in, closing it again once he's inside the still warm and steam filled bathroom. He sits by her on the still damp floor, just close enough to graze her shoulder with his, perfectly content to simply be there with her.

"..I've really gotta get you outta here for awhile." He says softly, glancing over at her, "It might be good for you to just.. go be Luna for a bit."

[unworthychosenone]

@ofsylleblossom

Honestly Noctis had been going to this spot in order to pray for guidance as the visage of Shiva gave him comfort, but finding Luna there was possibly better. They had to talk and he would rather they did in a quiet place.

“No. Since the other night I ... I just can’t manage.” He replied quietly. “I’d hoped to ask Shiva or Ramuh for advice but.. I know whatever they could tell me it wouldn’t help as much as just talking.”

[saxhamsurvivor]

Touch my muse. Be descriptive or simple, tender or violent, fond or hateful - anything goes.

@ofsylleblossom:

Her hand is soft on his shoulder, her kiss warm against his cheek-- most of it is a distraction so she can lift the mug of coffee he's just poured out of his hand. "Thank you."

Axis chuckles softly, and lets his head fall gently to her shoulder for a moment before he straightens. “You’re not as slick as you think you are,” he tells her, and pours himself a second mug.

[sonitussilentii]

confused into your eyes

Send “I’ve got you” to help my muse wash off blood from their body

@ofsylleblossom said:

"I've got you."

Sonitus won’t look at her.

He can’t.

She knows what he is now.

Sonitus doesn’t care; the fucker would have killed Tredd if Sonitus hadn’t stepped in. Threatening the Oracle had been a bold move, but he’d discounted Sonitus himself, right up until the tips of his trident had gone through his chest. 

The shock of that was enough to let Sonitus take out the three followers before they could get away, but had left him covered in blood.

It doesn’t matter. Tredd is safe. Lunafreya is safe. And the kids weren’t there, hadn’t seen their Uncle Soni casually murder four men.

But Lunafreya followed him back to Saxham pond, and dragged him back to the house, and now she’s tending him with her own hands like.... like he’s a beloved vassal.

He doesn’t understand.

[ellianoxfleuret]

"Ellia?" Luna knocks gently on her daughter's door, before letting herself in. "Do you have a moment to talk?" -ofsylleblossom

@ofsylleblossom

The girl sighed as she heard her mother say her name. She supposed a talk was in order with everything going on in their lives. She had so many questions.

Ellia turned on her bed so her legs were over the side facing the door. “Yes, Mother.”

[youngrevolutionary]

@ofsylleblossom​ //  casually just... yeets Luna in here for kisses, i mean. What. 💋

He’s a rotten and spoiled little prince, this young Seifer. Bearing a devious smile and not precisely putting his best foot forward for their gracious hosts. Prompted by a handful of equally devious Tenebrian noble boys, he sneaks up towards the young Princess Lunafreya, humming a playful tune.

“Oh, Luuuunaaaa~”

He’s supposed to be giving her a kiss, as per this strange game the girls just insisted they all play. But instead of his lips meeting hers, she’ll be getting to kiss a prince of a different kind... that is if Prince Frogglebottom won’t stop croaking...

First Five Get Seifer-Flavored Smooches // 8 / 5 // no longer accepting~

[yunhuntress]

@ofsylleblossom continued from: [x]

The woman had been skillful but needed a bit more experience in order to beat the tattooed partner. Fang was sweaty but also well in tuned with her work out. The twists and high kicks had done their job against the new comer to teach her what someone could be capable of in such instances.

With a towel around her shoulders, Fang brushed hair out of her face with her tattooed left arm. The ink glistened from the sweat as she did so. She deserved a drink after her shift for certain after such a fun fight.

"I am to this gym but not to many around here. I like to keep in top shape when I can."

[rexmajestatis]

🥣 Bring my muse soup/medicine when they are sick -ofsylleblossom

Nonverbal starters | Accepting | @ofsylleblossom

Okay, so. He appreciates the effort. He does. But he’s pretty sure he might be dying. A little bit.

(What’s that? It’s cottonwood season? Alright, so he’s not dying, but he might as well be until the trees grant him mercy.)

Noct makes a noise that only debatably counts as words--in the language of gremlins, maybe!--and pulls his pillow over his head. It’s very good at muffling his, “No thanks,” nearly beyond comprehension. 

[gingersmiith]

ofsylleblossom :

“How dare you!”

Maybe it’s just the stress of it all, of Tredd, with his unerring ability to get right under people’s skin and hurt them where it would do the most damage, but Lunafreya, who has never, in her life, done anything like this��

The sound of her palm striking his cheek echoes through the street, and perhaps it’s just payback for having been shot at, for being kidnapped and nearly killed and faced the wrath of Ultros, but it feels like ripping a bandage off a wound. Satisfying in the violence.

She stands there, gaze storming, hands trembling, and wonders who this person is that she’s become, even as the words tumble hoarse and furious from her mouth.

“–Don’t you ever say something like that again.”

Pain blossoms on his cheek, sharp and throbbing enough that he knows there’ll be a mark there.

She’s angry, and he’d call it out of character if he didn’t know the Empire had carefully cultivated its propaganda to present Lunafreya as sweet, pacific, and gentle.

But he’s just as angry as she is, and while he’s not going to return the physical blow--

“Then don’t act like I sided with them for shits and giggles,” he snaps.

[gloriamaleficus-a]

@ofsylleblossom​  ||  LIKED the STARTER CALL

FLEEING WAS NEVER easy, no matter how one looked at it. Emotional disconnections, for most, would be the hardest but Howl lacked anything of such - what posed the HARDEST for him was the physicality of fleeing. He had hidden himself in every corner of Ingary and nowhere was left; so he had left. THE SPELL OF which he had made hastily to rip himself from that world and insert himself into another was unstable but desperation fuelled the wizard and thus his escape was made. His studies regarding inter-realm magic and travel was in its infancy, but he had been met with no choice. WHEN EYES OPENED, Howl found himself stood upon a rather gracious balcony. Furrowed brows annotated his surprised nature, his person feeling drained and dizzy; in the least, he had escaped! But to where?  GLASSY EYES SCANNED the scenery before him, and then turned to the building; lithe fingers daring to rap upon a window to gain attention - and perhaps some help. 

[ahundredwars]

I don’t have any of my Nyx icons on my new computer yet but I’ve got a headcanon post anyway, fight me

these are specific to @ofsylleblossom and my nyx i just want to write them out because i can

When Luna brings Nyx back from the dead, his soul is irreversibly tied to her’s. He’s more or less brought back under the guise that the Gods think he can help protect the oracle until she does what she needs to do. (which is fucked up, Gods. Geeze.)

But, because his soul is now tied to her’s, he can do some weird shit. He can feel when she’s feeling certain emotions because he feels a lesser, more disassociated version of it. 

This also means he knows her general location most of the time and can feel when she needs him. Literally all she has to do is think for a moment that she needs him and its like he gets pinged in the brain discord.

He can’t die until she does. You could put a sword through him and yeah, it’ll slow him down, but it won’t kill him. 

The powers he had from the king now come from her instead. 

Nyx actually has no idea that Ellia is his daughter until he’s told. Not even the faintest idea. 

He would probably do anything for her. Need to learn a new skill? On it. Need to run across Insomnia? Got it. Need to suddenly learn how to ballroom dance? He’ll try, damn it.

He doesn’t care what it is, if it makes Luna happy he will do anything, put up with anything, and be fine. He was actually okay with Noct and Luna getting married, purely because he thought Luna was happy. Of course, he was still sad and lonely and sometimes it got to him, but he was still happy for her and never left her side.

Because he loves her, damn it.

[unworthychosenone]

@ofsylleblossom

Noctis was staring at the prescription from the therapist while he listened to Luna on the phone. It was his usual medicine with a slightly raised dosage to help with the sudden spike in his depression symptoms. There was a note stating they weren’t going to raise it any higher until they found out the exact cause.

“I should’ve been the one who told you but.. admittedly I put it off.” He hadn’t wanted to put her in his problems anymore. His mental health wasn’t her issue. “I’m just hoping we figure out what’s wrong with me.”

[saxhamsurvivor]

Send “Chained” to have successfully captured my muse for a thread

My muse cannot escape, feel free to detail how they caught them

@ofsylleblossom said:

Chained, but in like. A dumb soft nerds way.

Axis smiles up at Lunafreya. “Have you been talking to Sonitus?” he asks. He’s been tied down in his sleep -- gently, with extra clothing -- and awakened to find her standing over him.

[sonitussilentii]

kiss my eyes and lay me to

some one word prompts . ( send one of the words for our muses to interact based off that word ) || {no longer accepting}

@ofsylleblossom said:

scream

my muse hears your muse scream and quickly runs to their side.

The scream is quiet, muffled.

Sonitus hears it anyway, and runs, even as he sorts through the sound: Not any of the children, too high to be Axis or Tredd. Lunafreya. He throws the door open and looks for the danger, only to find the room empty but for the two of them.

A nightmare? She’s still asleep.

Once, he could have sung to her, soothe her sleep like he was meant to soothe Leviathan.

But rather than allow the bitterness to overtake him, he approaches her bedside and lays a gentle hand against her cheek.

You’re safe, he thinks, caressing soft pale skin and trying to draw her to calm or to the waking world.