#somnus-lucis-caelum

[rebelichor]

@somnus-lucis-caelum | x

You do not belong here. Your parents entrusted you to the care of King Somnus of Scholar's Hearth.

The secret message had plagued Ariadne's thoughts for days. She had withdrawn into her own inner world, had cast her power far and wide to figure out what this all meant. She thought it a cruel joke. Or a test. King Jacob had no such thoughts about it, nor his most trusted elite... until she touched upon the healer Queen's mind... she lived in fear and worry, so much so that it gave a chill up her own spine.

The healer Queen had snuck a message to them. It was a lose-lose situation for her, because if Ariadne revealed the secret message, she lost. And if she listened to it, everyone lost, didn't they?

But she was still only a child. Even though she thought it through and considered the consequences, there was a selfishness in her heart. The desire for something better for herself and for Vergil.

Like thieves in the night they snuck from their rooms with only the clothes on their back. The King's castle was a fortress, but for all the walls and for all the men, there was still just enough opportunity for two young children to slip away from the inside to the outside.

Parchment crumpled in her hand, Ariadne led them into the heart of King Somnus' camp. He had been stationed nearby, and yet so far for little feet, it was impressive that the children had made it there before sunrise. Their time within the forest had served them well.

No one dared to stop them in their march. No one quite knew how to react. The twins walked right into the King's tent like they had the god given right to, and Ariadne outstretched her hand, passing her crumpled note to the King himself.

#somnus-lucis-caelum #verse; medieval #guest muse; Vergil #>:v #and not a word was spoken

[holyguardian]

@somnus-lucis-caelum | X

Aerith openly smiled.

It was the second time meeting with the recluse King — after all, his was a secular kingdom built upon the knowledge of scholars. Most others decried his lack of a religion as a weakness, others claimed that he was a mystic who worshipped a savage god.

The rumours mattered little. Upon meeting him for herself, she found him to be thoughtful and well-mannered. Rare traits among the nobility.

"Ah, and here I thought my face an unwelcome one." Her own head tilted the opposite to his. "After all, I was recently one-half of your unruly neighbouring kingdom. My words did little to sway my husband."

Most thought the former wife of King Emmanuel must have been likeminded. That she should suffer for the sins of her former husband through association. It was only King Jacob who promised sanctuary for herself and for her daughter, blood of the mad King.

"What exactly is it that you are hoping to achieve? I must admit I am curious why King Jacob is so bothered by your presence, you are remarkably level-headed. Not at all the brutish type that I was braced for."

#somnus-lucis-caelum #verse; medieval #what have you DONE

[dawnblazers]

😞 @ Ardyn

@somnus-lucis-caelum // Send 😞 For the sending muse to find the receiving muse in a state of sleep deprivation.

The ancient sage was normally in a state of sleep deprivation that came from the duty of a healer, even millennia passed, that habit of lack of sleep still sat with him. Even when he was in the deepest darkest pit, bound by spiked chains and the pain of betrayal was ever at the forefront of his mind.

For Ardyn, lack of sleep was his natural state. So when brother entered the room, well, the immortal wouldn't call him that. No. Not after the pain and suffering he endured from his jealous kin and the bloodline shall be punished for the sins of their ancestors.

There was a deep annoyance in Ardyn but he didn't let it show on his face, after all, his role as a jester was the mask he chose to wear, even when facing against his brother who has so rudely entered his chamber. "My, my, dear brother. Entering my room at this time of night? How rude."

#somnus-lucis-caelum #I am so rusty with ardyn i hope that is ok!

[rikavirkow]

@somnus-lucis-caelum | Small Starter

Lestallum had been her big chance. There was no Galahd to return to, and living inside the walls of Insomnia as a refugee had never been the life for her. Yamachang learned of her big move and paid her triple in her last paycheck — good thing she never shoved it back to his face, because the beginning had been rough.

But once she set up proper? Her stall ran like a dream. Even got a proper name too.

MAHASRA’S BOUNTY.

The sign was a little worse for wear now. It hung crooked, and the days of fresh seafood and Galahd spice were long gone. Now it was only good for ration packs and gossip.

A dull electric hum of the lights overhead meant they were safe for another day. Or night. The long dark made time blur together into one neverending loop.

So, when the dark-haired hunter approached and waited a polite distance for a word, she had half a mind to curse him out and demand he come babysit the vegetable mush if he was going to keep appearing like clockwork. Last time he stopped by for gossip the bottom of the pot nearly burned — and they couldn’t afford waste.

“Uncle, you got this? Ta. — Hey, fancy man.” Rika stopped short of him with her hands on her hips. “Well spit it out. If I stand here lookin’ pretty all night it’ll get to my head, what do y’ need?”

#somnus-lucis-caelum #starter #verse; FFXV (Darkness) #:eyes: #Rika being a menace hunter on Som's team when

[hyperionswrath-a]

@somnus-lucis-caelum​ | continued from here ( x )

Arms crossed over his chest in what could only be called a defiant gesture, chin rising, the tall blond gave a small huff in retort to the response received. He knew he was being flippant, but fuck, that was pretty much the point. Having been snatched from the battle field bruised and broken like he was, he had been certain that this time he was done for, execution through the King of Lucis finally being ordered any day now. But it never happened. Instead, Regis had offered him a place among the Kingsglaive - The Kingsglaive, of all fractions! He’d laugh if it wasn’t so surreal. His orders had been the cause for most of the Glaives to lose their precious “Hearth and Home”, and their families to boot. And now he should join their ranks? The King might have said he would prefer to keep his background under covers lest the other Glaives would revolt, but how all of this was a good idea Seifer still couldn’t fathom. And now he was sitting here, bandages still in place around his midsection and chest (the largest injury had only missed his heart by a fraction), looking worse for wear and still managing to appear like he was ready to take on the world if anyone decided to get in his way. Battered but not broken. Or at least he wanted the world to think so. Giving a one-sided shrug that made him flinch slightly from the pain it sent through his body, Seifer rolled his eyes. “How’s that interesting? It’s facts. Takin’ out that damn Chancellor would be y’all’s best chance to weaken the empire at this rate.” His mind was still not working right when it came to the manipulation and twisting it had been through, but he knew Izunia had had his hands in it somehow. Pressing his lips thin when he could feel another tremor in his hands creep on due to the memories simply speaking of the Chancellor brought with it, the tall blond exhaled, then shook his head. “He’s bad news. Like. Real bad. Jus’ can’t prove it.”

And seeing how people around here still seemed intent on solving this whole shitshow politically somehow, there was likely zero chance they’d listen to his assassination plans. One hand came up to rub at his features, a tired gesture, before he glanced back at the other man in front of him clad in the Glaive uniform he was supposed to wear soon as well. “Wanna get philosophical with me now?” he retorted with a scoff, eyes narrowing to see if the guy was playing him or trying to lay a trap for some sort of judgement after all. Another shrug, another flinch and a soft hiss, then he leaned back and carefully moved to pull out a pack of cigarettes, slipping one of the sticks between his lips and, a little clumsily, lighting it with a lighter. Inhaling deeply, he let the smoke out in a puff before he finally settled to reply. “Fine, I’ll bite. Murder’s planned, often personal or at least tied to an ultimate goal. A kill is either accidental or, if ya think huntin’, out of mercy. Both can be necessary.” Taking another drag, he let the silence linger a moment, then quirked an inquisitive brow. “How’d I do?”

#somnus-lucis-caelum #⦗ 𝕺𝖆𝖙𝖍 𝖙𝖔 𝕺𝖗𝖉𝖊𝖗 ╰ ᴛʜɪꜱ ꜱɪʟᴠᴇʀ ᴄᴏɪʟ ⦘ #[ LISTEN I AM ALL HERE FOR MESHING VERSES!! ] #[ I hope this is fine! :> ]

[chosenbythecrystal]

@somnus-lucis-caelum​ continued from here.

Noctis was in a bad mood.

He could be at the arcade right now, or fishing, or chilling watching a movie with Prompto. There were so many things he could be doing with his weekend, but instead, he was stuck at the Citadel listening to Somnus drone on and on. It was punishment, apparently. He was grounded for sneaking out the night before and getting absolutely shit-faced despite being underage. He was probably still a little hungover, hence his irritability.

“Ugh. Your voice is putting me to sleep.” He had grumbled with a roll of his eyes, arms crossing over his chest as Somnus continued to talk about things his head was too foggy to understand right now. It was the wrong thing to say, apparently, because Somnus turned towards him and...

Noctis woke up on the floor, dazed and very much confused, because when did that happen? He blinked, slowly rubbing his head. Somnus was standing over him looking down at him looking very judgy.

“Gn...what...?”

#somnus-lucis-caelum

[housefaremis]

@somnus-lucis-caelum | X

Blinking her eyes shut, Grace's lips parted in a bright little smile for the man. Her mother told her that 'the world needed more kindness'... and Somnus, as he introduced himself, was a bit odd. He seemed to be lost. Maybe even nervous, which she would be too in a scary new place!

"Please follow me, Mister Somnus!" hopping to his side, she waited for him to right himself before she took hold of his hand. Just like that she confidently marched him through to the former market space.

"This is where you go for your rations. You will be very hungry without them." she advised, a bit too young for these words to be entirely her own. But he was a parent, and so he likely understood that she was parroting what she had already heard many, many times before.

"Buuuuut. You can surren- surrend-urr your rations over here." His arm would extend with the movement of her jumping and pointing. "That's for people with no kitchen, and you will get meal tickets."

"Graaace!" a voice called in the distance.

"Uh-oh!" the little girl chimed, eyes growing wide. That was the sound of she had gone too far. "I hope you get fed Mister Somnus, I gotta go now!"

In that instant her hand ripped out of his, and with the footsteps of a child that knew they were going to be in trouble she took off running like a bolt of lightning, only stopping when she captured around the legs of a frantically-searching woman, giving her a jolt.

"Grace!" Aerith exclaimed, kneeling down with worry deeply etched onto her face. "Where were you?? I didn't even know you left. You cannot run off like that."

"You were countin' stock and I didn't run, I walked." Grace defended. "Then I helped the lost man." For some reason that didn't seem to help her case.

#somnus-lucis-caelum #muse; Grace #guest muse; Aerith #verse; FFXV (Lestallum) #8D

[ardynzunia]

@somnus-lucis-caelum  From Here Ardyn was right. The winds howled louder than ever before and the rain was thrown in their faces. There was not a spot on either of them that still remained dry. But Somnus would never bow to something like this.

"We have to prevail - the Fulgurian can not be far if the storm is that severe! We have to get to him! I will not turn around so close to the goal!", he called out over the clashing weather. But he could not stop himself from turning his head and giving Ardyn an amused grin.

"What is it, brother? Do you still hate the thought of a throughout bath?"

Ardyn rolled his eyes. Now that they’ve known  each other for a while such insults from Somnus no longer bother him. Somnus knows better after all, and he’s of the opinion his little brother loves dragging him through the mud precisely because he knows how clean and precise Ardyn can be. 

“If the bath is that of Mud and salt water certainly!” He called, “I much prefer a hot one with some wine at my side and plenty of different soaps.”  He gives his brother a gentle shove, than squints his eyes to double check that the Fulgurian’s home is still visible in the distance. 

“But if you are determined, let us hurry!” He said, “I’d prefer to have our meeting before things get worse, and go back to the comfort of our home. I’ve no interest in camping in this mess another night!” 

#somnus tag #somnus-lucis-caelum #rp #replies #pre game #main verse

[s-acrificium]

"every word you say is your responsibility." - at Noctis

He sighed, looking down a bit at that. “Don’t I know it?”

Noctis knew very well that every word he said had a plethora of consequences. Many outcomes…he could end up hurting one people with them…like he’d done recently. The man who strangely looked like his uncle who’d gone missing years ago had a point, and he gave a slightly amused smile.

“Any words of wisdom for me then, sir?”

#•Thestral touched• wizard Noctis #(( answered asks )) #somnus-lucis-caelum

[ofsparta]

@somnus-lucis-caelum​ | X

Kassandra cast her eyes around in a wary glance. That feeling of men closing in around her didn’t sit well... she could handle it, of that she felt confident, but she always preferred a more peaceful outcome.

While she was a trained warrior, it didn’t mean she found enjoyment in the bloodshed. Especially when it was clear she wouldn’t escape unscathed from such a large camp with so many eyes trained onto her.

Though this leader appeared level-headed.

He looked serious. Probably didn’t know what it meant to party with laughter, song and flowing wine, but he wasn’t coloured with anger.

“Perhaps a bit of both,” Kassandra answered easily, a smile pulling at her lips. “I am a misthios from across the seas, I hail from the Greek world. A woman from Sparta tasked me with tracking down her brother. He fled the agoge when he was a paidiskoi — but I’m not here for blood. Only a helmet.”

And more importantly a clue. It was alluded to that the ship he escaped on may have belonged to the snakes she hunted but that was best kept close to her chest.

Her arm extended and she motioned with a point to where the prisoners were held. “I have good intel that leads me to believe he is among the common folk ‘ravaging your land’. Or, he died, and I have to go pick among the ashes for my drachmae. Thought it easier to check among the living first.”

#somnus-lucis-caelum #verse; FFXV (ancient)

[rebelichor]

He could not do much. He had no choice. At all. That was what Somnus repeated in his own mind over and over as he ran up the steps to the marbled temple. It was a place to sacrifice and pray to the twin gods. For a good hunt. For the blessings of the moon. For a fierce mind.

Somnus had often come here to bring them trinkets and gratitude. After all, years ago... he had gotten to learn so much more about these twins. A tale that many still believed to be a fable and legend.

Tonight, though, Somnus came for something else. And never before had he been that desperate.

Falling to his knees, he pressed his head to the cold marble floor for a moment, mumbling and asking the twin gods for their forgiveness. he hadn't seen them in many years... they had been sweet then. But who knew what a gods' mind could turn into?

Because what he was about to do was blasphemy. Worthy of having his hands cut off.

Getting up, Somnus hushed to the sacrifices that had been brought for the twins - and picked out the milk. Breaking the wax seal open to check whether it was still fresh enough. Cold.

He had to cup his hands around the jar to warm it up. And thus he had to cower on the ground, putting the small bundle he had carried against his chest all the time on the floor beside him. It was tiny. Wrapped in thick clothes. But the newborn's face and fingers still peeked out. She was angelic. Beautiful. Like her mother had been... but Aerith was not with them any more. Somnus' heart was torn in pieces. It had only been an hour. But he had drowned his pain for now. Later. later he could grieve her properly. She deserved so much better... but right now their daughter needed him. Aerith had asked him to save her. And he would do anything to ensure she would survive.

There was a small noise, a step. And he could feel eyes on him. Flinching, Somnus bristled at the tension, half crouched over his baby and the milk. Ready to summon his weapon... if he was caught, he could not keep his promise to Aerith.

"... who is there?"

It wasn't the first time Ariadne observed the goings-on in her temple. The offerings and worship for not just one god, but for two, made it a seat of power for the twins. Of course that also made it a place where her presence was immensely felt.

Perhaps Somnus had that same feeling before. That prickling across his skin and the rise of hairs upon the back of his neck, a warning of potential threat.

The goddess was watching him.

She crossed the threshold. Stepping from the shadows and into the realm of mortals, her sandal distinctly scuffing over the marble floor.

Ariadne was heavily cloaked. Though it wasn't an ornate or ceremonial robe, rather the tattered edges of a huntresses cloak that had been snagged on many a branch amidst a hunt. As she stepped again, her sandal made not a sound, but the beads and carved bones decorating her belt gently clicked with the movement.

"Better to ask forgiveness than permission." the quiet voice remarked.

The crackle of a fire torch added to the sound of her advancement until she came to kneel at his flank, opposite the babe to keep him from further alarm. "Do not be afraid. You wouldn't steal from a temple during the night whose goddesses symbol is the moon unless you were desperate."

Ariadne placed a goblet upon the floor. One of many offerings, but it was a fine vessel. Because it was one that withstood the heat of the torch's fire that flickered at its side, warming some milk for the distraught father.

"... it has been a long time, Somnus." a gentle smile touched by sadness would be seen from beneath her hood, before Ariadne angled her head just-so to look at him properly. In that moment he would have no room to doubt it was her.

#somnus-lucis-caelum #answered #verse; goddess of the hunt

[holyguardian]

-> give a Historical-Drama Hand Touch™

Love is in the air?

The Mystic King was a mysterious man. He was renowned for his military prowess, and for his knowledge about the occult, but little was known about his character.

Whether he was a kind man. Or a man with a cruel touch. If people loved him, hated him, or simply existed under his rule so long as he protected them. There were rumours he had the power to destroy realms. King Jacob himself had confronted her with the fact that he even had a healer close to him once upon a time... a healer that had been killed at best, sacrificed at worst.

Aerith was left confused and desperate.

It had been the fire of King Jacob that freed her from her binds. He was a warmonger, and a man obsessed with power. Many called him a monster. People were either with him, pledged to him and his banner, of use to his cause. Or they were cast out and declared an enemy.

She thought herself lucky to have escaped a pending death sentence. Though now she wasn't so certain, even less-so when a familiar face stood in waiting within the small chapel she was permitted to visit. It was deep within the castle walls, one wall away from the very inner-sanctum. It should have been impossible to reach...

Shocked, she openly stared at the Lucian King. This was courting danger. This was a fire ready to lose control. Aerith turned on her heel and made to leave —

And then she felt Somnus grab for her hand.

— her head turned and he stood impossibly close. For him to close that distance in a blink? It was unheard of.

The breath that left her was a little bit shaken. "Don't." she whispered. Her hand pulled free of his gentle hold. That hadn't been a simple touch. It had spoken multitudes about how much he cared for the stupid woman caged in yet another castle. There was an instant regret in pulling away from him, but it had to be done. She had to spare him from himself. Enough blood had been spilled in her name, no more. "Leave this place."

#somnus-lucis-caelum #answered #verse; medieval #8D

[aeraofhisheart]

❛ i never meant to hurt you. ❜

"I know." She answered softly, looking up from her embrodery project in her hands. She believed he truly meant her no harm. It wasn't truly his fault that the long scar ran down her back, aching every now and again.

Black tipped fingers moved against pristine white fabric, a sigh leaving the Oracle. Aera wondered for the millionth time how she hadn't noticed any splotches of color on Ardyn's own skin when he had been healer. Now, she blamed herself for not seeing the pain he was in, for not helping.

None of that could be helped now, she knew that. She couldn't help him. She had tried to beg for the chance to and was denied at every turn.

"I know you didn't mean to hurt me, Somnus. You have never truly thought of any malice toward me despite being who I am. Sure, we teased each other to pieces. We fought like siblings. But we knew that no one else could do that and get away with it. Just the three of us."

Tears began to fill her eyes as she looked back down to the threads in her lap. "I miss him, Som...I miss him so much."

@somnus-lucis-caelum

#somnus-lucis-caelum

[lebarajusdannanas]

#somnus lucis caelum #Final Fantasy XV #ffxv #ff15 #jus d'orange #lebaràjus

[hyperionswrath-a]

At what stage of a relationship are you most likely to withdraw emotionally?

*: ･ﾟ✧   90 loaded questions / interview the muse.

“Relationship? What relationship? …good joke. Next.”

While outwardly presenting himself to be the Six’s gift to mankind, Seifer very much does not seek out relationships of any kind. If openly asked he will brush the topic off, all ”Nothing is permanent” and ”I don’t believe in relationships” and likewise statements. Same goes for friendships, especially with Galahdians. That hasn’t stopped two very stubborn people from actually ignoring his standoffish behavior and befriending him nonetheless (namely Tredd and Luche), but even their friendship and cameradery is platonic at best. Drinking buddies and saving each other’s ass on missions is as far as it goes. Letting people too close would mean having to eventually talk about his past, and that is something he violently tries to avoid. After all, he takes to substances to keep himself from thinking about it too much a lot of the time. The honest answer to this question would be - right away, if he doesn’t manage to dodge a relationship of any kind from the get go.

#somnus-lucis-caelum #[ hc ] #[ AAAA sorry this took a bit to get back to!! ] #[ finna tackling these ] #[ He didn't wanna reply to them the little shit - so gotta make it third person hahah ] #[ also focusing on his KG verse hope that's okay! ] #⦗ 𝕺𝖆𝖙𝖍 𝖙𝖔 𝕺𝖗𝖉𝖊𝖗 ⦘ #⸻ ˖𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍˖

[happy-orc]

#ffxv #my art #ardyn izunia #ardyn lucis caelum #somnus lucis caelum #ardyn and somnus #gilgamesh FFXV #1920s AU