#oraclespoken

[pyrrhicpaths]

 brush .   work  a  brush  /  comb  through  my  muse’s  hair . //oraclespoken. qol luna and shield iris ?🥺

𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐃  &  𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐅𝐄𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 (accepting) || @oraclespoken

Very few others know how to work with her curls, and so fewer still are given explicit permission to even touch. Mother's hands may have been the last to expertly yet delicately twirl Iris' unruly locks into a style which boasts both function and regality, truly fit for a Royal Amicitian Shield. It had been nearly three months ago yet Iris remembers it well-- her final interaction with a parent before leaving a place they can now never return to.

Gladio... he tries his best but he has this unbelievable skill to cause more knots to appear when he plays with hair-- even his own.

Now, in the gentle light of sunrise peeking through the curtains of their caravan, Lady Lunafreya motions a sweet, voiceless 'May I help?' at Iris, who struggles to keep her own exhausted arms up to fix her mess of hair in preparation for their day. She's so close to giving up and tying it all in a half-hearted bun, but she won't say no if her companion wants to attempt to give her a better up-do, especially if she'd look a little more presentable than usual.

And... it always feels good to be cared for in this way. It's a small gesture of help, the Shield thinks, though it's sweet nonetheless.

"It's a lot of hair to work with, huh?" A sheepish smile on her lips, Iris hands over her comb and hair ties before taking a seat on the floor by Luna's knees. "Perhaps it's time for a chop soon? Think I'll rock a pixie cut?" It would absolutely be a lot more manageable. Less products to use, less time fixing hair away from her sight in the midst of skirmishes. Iris would miss having little Galahdan-style braids, though-- one of the little aspect she'd done in memory of her mother.

Luna's fingers gingerly working through the curls bring out a blissful sigh from her Shield, appreciative of the utmost care she is granted. Iris silently wishes they could have more peaceful, tender moments such as this in the coming days.

"Will you let me braid your hair in return?"

[beatrushbeauty]

“Are you sure you’ll be alright?” ( oraclespoken ) //any verse :)

ask | soft | @oraclespoken

"I feel like I should be asking you that, my lady." Unable to hide her concern for the older woman, Tifa bit her lip before speaking again. "Are you... sure you won't let me accompany you? Even just to the border, I know I can't really help, but..." The Oracle would refuse, she was almost positive of that, but to have left her walk off towards some unknown future... all by herself? A cold dread that she couldn't quite place gripped her heart at the thought.

So much was riding on her and, even though Tifa understood precious little of covenants and destiny, if she could bear even a fraction of the burden, she would gladly do so.

[royalbratprince]

“ you’re not alone. i’m here. ” ( oraclespoken )

More Prompts for Your Feels | accepting but slower than the slowest slow

@oraclespoken

He felt the remnants of a dream still clinging to him, making him shiver and his heart beat rapidly, unable to help the gasping for breath.  No.  No, no, just a nightmare.  He had so many of those, and still every single time, they--

“Yeah.”  Not that he sounded sure, but it was still... he was still pulling away from the dream’s grasp.  Carbuncle helped him with the worst of them, but sometimes they were just so quick and sudden.

A few more breaths and a swallow later, and he was at least done with the trembling.  Slowly getting his pulse back to normal.  “Thanks.  Really, I...”  Noctis blushed instantly as he looked down at Luna’s hand.  It was so silly of him, but ever since he’d been a child with nightmares, if Ignis was around, he’d offer his hand.  Noctis always held on until he went back to sleep, but...

“S-sorry if it’s dumb or embarrassing but--  I-I mean Ignis is usually--  Uh.”  Just making it worse was fine, sure.  Clearing his throat, he tried again.  “Is it okay if I hold your hand?  Just for a minute, I...  It’s fine if you’d rather not, I just--”

Worse and worse and worse.  And suddenly a little glad that Ignis was not there to watch him fumble so hard.

[khresme]

@oraclespoken​ -- ;

She was made to please the gods by being her sister’s keeper, the protectress whom stood by her side. Stella, the star, compliment to Luna, the moon. That which framed her sister’s radiant glow reflected from the god’s light in a crown of stars to exemplify and protect the chosen Oracle. In the tradition of Niflheim, of their father’s house, her martial raiment is a distant echo of their elder brother’s. Sharp lines line the cream-hued pantsuit and long, pencil skirt and flats she wears, a modest attendance of sharp and angular lines softened by accents suitable for a kinswoman of the Oracle. The gold sabre sheathed at her side bounces with each glad stride, loose waves of gold cascading her back. 

“Sister, are you there? Are you in the gardens, again? There’s something I want to show you.”

[battleshot]

@oraclespoken​           ::        𝐇𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐞𝐲𝐞 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐬𝐚𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐏𝐫𝐲𝐧𝐚 𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐰𝐚𝐠𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐥 𝐟𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐥𝐲. 𝐃𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦, 𝐏𝐫𝐲𝐧𝐚'𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐋𝐮𝐧𝐚𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐲𝐚 𝐚 𝐦𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐛𝐮𝐛𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐣𝐨𝐲. 𝐅𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐛𝐞𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐟𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐋𝐮𝐧𝐚𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐲𝐚 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐥𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐠𝐢𝐠𝐠𝐥𝐞𝐬. "𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐛𝐞 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐨," 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐥𝐲, 𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐬 𝐍𝐨𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭. 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞, 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐝𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐏𝐫𝐲𝐧𝐚. "𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐯𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐧𝐞." 𝐓𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐟, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐚 𝐟𝐚𝐫 𝐝𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠. 

A familiar presence, though some years later, not any less welcomed. A bundle of fluff   hurtling   in his direction, causing bright smile.     “ Hey girl !  “     He kneels slight to give well deserved attention.     “  Who’s a good girl ?!  ”     He continues in a put on voice, catered to the dog. But it is now when hues with a twinkle of indigo do give the woman attention.   Lady Lunafreya.   He rises and takes a step forward, as Pryna continues to play between them both.     “   Yeah, that’s me !  ”     He chimes brightly. 

Her praise causes a momentary pause in his expression before a nervous laugh and a short shrug would follow suit.     “   It’s … Uh.. It’s nothin’, really.  ”     A pause.     “  Pleasure to meet you, your highness.  ”     He quickly follows with a short bow, clear from expression and posture; unsure if he were to be formal in this situation.

[rexelectus]

● – || @oraclespoken​ sent: ‘ i’ll be okay, i can do it all on my own ”

random sentence starters || accepting

● – || It wasn’t every day that Luna and Noctis got to spend some time together, but whenever they did it was always something special to be had. At least, to Noctis it was. He adored spending time with her, she was his friend after all, and he wouldn’t trade their friendship for anything in the world. 

As the pair sat on a blanket in the gardens of the Citadel Noctis sat with his legs loosely crossed and his hands in his lap. Between the two of them was a picnic basket filled with things that the pair seemed to like and share in common with plates and cups in front of them for clean eating. All of this thanks to Iggy and a few others around the kitchens.

“I know you can. You’ve always been able to do everything on your own.” Noctis agreed as he picked up a strawberry from the fruit plate, “No matter what, you’re going to be the best Oracle ever. I just know it. No one can tell me otherwise.” Then he plopped the strawberry in his mouth in delight. 

[pyrrhicpaths]

❝ I think you can handle things from here. ❞ //oraclespoken vii verse to biggs! :D

Thor: Ragnarok (accepting) || @oraclespoken​

"I-- hey!" His head whips around to catch the sight of her already having sprinted a good few meters away from his spot. Colour him impressed by how swiftly she'd packed up her wares to bolt, but he's also rather dejected to be left behind like this! Was he wrong to consider them best buds after all that they've been through together? Were their two minutes of amiable chatting and bargaining not enough to get them to that level? Would--

The sound of a particularly nasty, monstrous growl jolts him back to reality where he's still frantically grabbing the vials of medicine he'd purchased from her-- he'd paid good gil and materials for these, he can't afford to leave any behind.

By the time he's finished tucking the rest into the crook of his arm, he can practically feel the chomping maw of a beast at his heels. And boy does he book it right then and there, the fear and adrenaline driving him to sprint so fast he nearly catches up to the vendor.

"Ma'am, this way," he huffs through a strained breath, taking a sharp turn towards a partially-hidden path branching off of the main alleyway they're both sprinting down. Biggs did not, in fact, have it handled back there, but he is more knowledgeable about the slum's lesser-known routes, and hopefully she takes his advice and follows him.

[royalbratprince]

@oraclespoken liked for a thing

"I want to make the world a better place.”  He admitted, quiet and shy.  That hadn’t really been like him, not with Luna.  But it was kind of an embarrassingly childish thought to have, even knowing that he was a child.  Already he understood that things weren’t that simple, and there was so much bigger than he understood...

“So there’s no more war and no one has to worry about having to send people to fight.”  He’d been listening.  He couldn’t have helped but listen, but rare were the times when his father admitted things to him directly.  Noctis had just started to learn how to read into things, how to listen for clues all around him.

“You’ll help me with that too, right?”

[hopewrought]

She's never been to Lucis let alone the Citadel. With her free-time, she decides to explore a bit. A part of her wonders who that man who commandeered her escort car was. As she rounds the corner, Lunafreya stops just in time before colliding with another person. Her right hand presses against her chest as she bows slightly. "My apologies," she begins, looking up. Oh, it's a similar uniform. "I am afraid I've lost my way a bit. Would you be able to help me back to the guest wing?" (oraclespoken)

@oraclespoken || it’s dragon age’s version of dearly beloved

Life as a glaive seemed to primarily revolve what Bethany would describe as a sort of controlled chaos, militaristic structure but with the knowledge that anything could change in a heartbeat and thus to expect anything, but what she wasn’t prepared for was to almost ram into their most esteemed guest. 

“--Oh! No, please; allow me to apologise, Princess Lunafreya!” Bethany beseeches genuinely. Her presence is regal, poised, even more noticeable in person than it had been on the TV broadcast earlier. “Of course! I will escort you wherever you wish. It is an honour to have you here.” The mage smiles warmly. She means it. To offer an apology for something that wasn’t her fault is a level of gentle humility Bethany wouldn’t immediately associate with royalty and it makes her take a shine to the Oracle instantly.  “Please, follow me.” Falling for a moment into more formal mannerisms, Bethany gestures and offers a respectful nod before beginning to walk in the direction of their destination. 

“What do you think of it here so far? Have you had much of an opportunity to look around?”

[drakainaea]

@oraclespoken : She sits on the worn sofa with her legs folded properly beneath her. Lunafreya looks to the sleeves of the borrowed sweatshirt that is much too large for her---even for Aranea. But the other woman called it 'comfort clothes'. "Is it truly alright for me to use this?" She asks as he picks up the DVD of a movie the commodore had picked out for the eve. Horrified faces stare back at her as they run from a slime blob of sorts. 

          𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒊𝒔𝒏’𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒂 𝒔𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕.  the princess of tenebrae, oracle & the pinnacle of grace & elegance that is bone deep & otherworldly now perches her regal spine onto aranea’s shabby couch, in a black, oversized shirt with some 𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐈𝐄 𝐁𝐀𝐍𝐃 that’s picked up traction over the last decade ( on the back, a rather extensive list of lucian concert venues listed ) & a pair of draw-string sweatpants as per the behest of the commodore: for it was deemed the illustrious, crystalline garb to be inappropriate for a stowaway & for being at rest.

swift steps sweep across coffee table, past tenebrae’s eos-bound goddess (in all but name) to take the pristine disk into her hand ; index finger lancing its circular junction so as not to smudge its prismatic surface.  she takes extra care of her collection as movies & any form of media that is not directly approved by the empire are considered to be contraband.  all radio & tv stations must propagandize that 𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒅 𝒍𝒊𝒗𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒏 𝒏𝒊𝒇𝒍𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒎 shall eventually pay off —— characterize the proletariat as a humbling, honorable class of people.  & the kingdom of lucis? lucis is the root cause of all ills, hindering niflheim from being the flourishing, shining metropolis it once was in its heyday.  destroying the enemy is the so-called panacea.  ( disseminate a lie long enough with a media apparatus to back it up & it becomes fact; repetition is the mother of all learning ! ) & aranea?  found ways to forgo the steady diet of indoctrination for something far more paletable.  her illegal stashes are treated with near sanctified levels of respect.

❝ hey, don’t sweat it, ❞ she says, injecting the dvd into a tiny slat of its accompanying player.  watches it devour 𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒄𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒔𝒊𝒍𝒗𝒆𝒓 into a sea of black polyurethane.  the blob. campy in its production, but a cult classic nevertheless!    ❝ i’ve got loads of those tees.  comfy, isn’t it? ❞

moments later taking a seat next to her, also quite comfortable in an 𝐄𝐗𝐀𝐆𝐆𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐃𝐋𝐘 loose-fitting onyx-colored top with graphics & a pair of cotton shorts.  remote in hand & admiring her work —— getting the princess to let her hair down.

❝ ever tried caramel popcorn? ❞ 

[aegisregalis]

Wʜᴀᴛ ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡɪsʜ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ sᴀʏ?

    ❝I want to be myself, but I can’t.❞

You have a secret interest or a personality trait that others wouldn’t like about you. You may have shown it off once, but it was received badly, and now like hell you’re gonna be vulnerable like that again. You dream of the day where someone you like will act this way too and you can finally release this lock in your chest, although that’s extremely unlikely. You feel disconnected from others’ reality of yourself. It’s very uncomfortable.

Tagged by: @kyouminaine​

Tagging: @oraclespoken​ @drakainaea​ @fasciinating​ @kaerinio​ @xkuja​ @rexcrystallis​ & anyone else that wants to do it! Steal it and tag me!

[cookignis]

I have threads replies, starters and inbox replies to get to on this blog and Luna (oraclespoken). Sorry for the lack of activity. I’ve been busied with irl stuff but I’m slowly getting there

[painedprince]

A light scent of lavender and violets wafts around them. There's a slight weight upon the young prince's head as Lunafreya crowns him with a small wreath of sylleblossoms. "For you, Prince Noctis. Do you like it?" ( oraclespoken )

"Luna..." He closes his eyes and takes a chance to breathe- the scent of lavender soothing his anxious body. "I miss you." He knew better than to reach out or turn around. It would hurt too much to see her disappear again. "I mean... I always missed you." It had been over a decade since they last met. He always meant to see her again, but... fate had other plans. He was lucky enough that she had died in his arms.

"A crown's a heavy burden." His laugh had no humor in it. "I... I love it, Luna. Thank you."

[rexelectus]

● – || @oraclespoken​​ sent:  The Messenger seems to appear out of thin air. Umbra barks while wagging his tail happily. He seems to nudge his small pack off. It reveals a small wrapped box. Upon opening Noctis will find a memory lane cake decorated with fresh Ulwaat berries. A note is attached to the box, reading: 'Your last reply mentioned that you were nostalgic for the cake we had during our childhood. I tried my hand at baking but it has been quite sometime. I hope it still tastes the same.’

● – || He had known that he was going to get a visit from Umbra soon, but never did he quite know when that would be. Each visit brought something new, usually a nice passage from Luna in the book that the two of them shared together or some times a little gift. Needless to say, the young heir was always excited to see what their exchange of words brought with it. 

Today, as soon as Noctis heard the familiar bark, he bent down to welcome him with open arms. 

“Hey, Umbra.” He smiled warmly as he bent down and playfully pet the dog on the head a few times. He noticed the small packages that were with him and scrunched his nose in thought. “What did Luna send you with today?” Careful fingers took the note in hand, keeping his free hand on Umbra’s cheek so that he could let him know just how loved he was. 

“She. . . Made this for me?” He set the note down by his foot and moved to focusing on the package. He opened it slowly, in case it shifted during transit. Much to his delight, the cake she had made looked just like the one they had shared throughout their childhood time and time again. It was a pastry that brought him many joyful memories and, judging by how well she made it, clearly brought her pleasant memories as well. 

“Luna. . .” His smile brightened, one that reached his crystal blue eyes. It was perfect. Without wasting any time at all, he grabbed the note by his foot and pushed himself off the ground as fast as he could. 

They can say it all sounds crazy, they can say I’ve lost my mind.

“Come on, Umbra. We have work to do.” He called as he ran inside and straight to the kitchens. She had made him something, it was only fair that he return the favour. 

‘Noct!’

He ran right past Ignis and Gladio into the kitchens where he grabbed ingredients to start preparing something with Umbra hot on his heels. 

First things first, he grabbed a pen and a blank card from a drawer. He sat at the kitchen table and filled the note out with haste. 

‘Luna,

Thank you for the cake. It was delicious. It was just like the one we had throughout our childhood together. You’ll have to share the recipe with me sometime. I hope you don’t mind that I made you something in return. We’ve had these together too. Let me know how you like them.

Yours, Noctis.’ 

Next, onto making something for her. Noctis decided something simple but light. Lavender sugar cookies with a light frosting. Ignis had made them for them a few times during her visits and he thought they would be something that could make her smile on a rainy day.  He grabbed the baking cook book off the shelf and began getting to work right away. He put his heart into them, making them look as perfect as he had seen Ignis prepare them for the two of them in the past. When he was done, and the kitchen was a bit of a mess, Noctis put a dozen in a white box with a box on top. He fixed his own note to it and set the two objects in Umbra’s satchel so that he could deliver them to Luna. 

He cleaned up the kitchen then lead Umbra out of the front steps of the Citadel so that he could see him off. Last, but not least, Noctis gave Umbra a treat for his troubles as well as a parting hug and prayer goodbye. 

“Get home safe, Umbra.” Noctis whispered, “Travel well.” Then he watched as Umbra disappeared on his next journey with a satisfied smile on his lips. 

Once Umbra was long gone and out of Noctis’ sight, the young Prince walked back inside to the kitchens. He grabbed his gift and the note and carried them both to this room with a fork. Where did he take them? To the gardens, where he could sit on a bench the two frequently could be see sitting on together surrounded by the sylleblossom flowers he and Luna loved so much. It was here that he ate his present alone, closing his eyes and humming in delight with each little bite he took. 

A million dreams is all it’s gonna take.        A million dreams for the world we’re gonna make.

[pyrrhicpaths]

↔ ♣ oraclespoken //all the goss

Send a Symbol for a Text (accepting) || @oraclespoken

↔ for a bitching text, ♣ for a gossipy text ​

[text to:  🐙]

-LU

-LUNA YOU WOULD NOT BELIEVE THE ATTITUDE IMG ETTIN FRM THIS NEW TIPSTER

-thinks im not qualified to take on their bounties alone

-you wanna come watch me hunt some alphagins this evening and prove this asshole wrong? ill treat you to dinner with the reward gil :)

[royalbratprince]

Lunafreya enters the room with Maria and Gentiana in tow. In the governess' hands is a tray of baked goods. "Good afternoon, Prince Noctis," the young girl greets with a small bow. "Your session with Mother just ended, right? Would you like to have some tea and snacks with me?" ( oraclespoken )

@oraclespoken

Noctis gives them all a shy smile, but he saves the brightest part of that for Luna.  It’s clear that he’s still tired, slumped a bit in his wheelchair, but at the same time he’s eager to spend more time with someone closer to his age.  (And besides, Luna’s actually incredibly cool.)

“Yes, please.  That’d be nice.”  Then a slightly embarrassed look crosses his face as he looks down at his hands.  He is tired, maybe a little too much to move himself all that far.  “S-sorry, could... someone help with the chair..?”