The sun 𝒇𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒔 on stars: dying supernovae blinking out of the dark, as light seeps into reality with pleasing watercolours painted in the sky. Pink, pink is the horizon and Yuna quietly admires. Sleep has long left her living, warm body to leave the heart thrumming *cont.
“Remember——this will weave into nothingness. Joy and hope prevails. We have a choice. It isn’t an illusion! We can get up,” eyes drift, staff holding her weight as she leans upon it. “And play beyond our parts.”
𝑻𝑹𝑨𝑮𝑬𝑫𝒀 𝑹𝑬𝑺𝑻𝑺 𝑰𝑵 𝑽𝑬𝑰𝑵𝑺; spiderweb of regret, hymns of mourning sang—forget not how wine of blood splutters from a maw, tears everlasting. The salt of it curls with crimson gathering at the back of a throat.
She mourn for a sweet daughter designated for ruin.
Boots swing, arms thrown wide; before a lid flutters to a shut—𝒂 𝒘𝒊𝒏𝒌, as a 𝘵𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘶𝘵 leaves her. All fingers but one curls into a fist, pointed at the * ( reader ) in a gun forged from flesh.
“Don’t tell me—you’ve missed your most favourite actress!~”
❝I will tattoo only 𝐨͟𝐧͟𝐞͟ name upon your tongue,❞ There’s a sick, 𝘴𝘪𝘤𝘬 fascination poisoning dull eyes, tongue tasting past bloody teeth. A blade taps on the *𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑’𝐒 lower lip. ❝It will be my name. M-I-L-E-E-N-A. 𝘙𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘵, 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠.❞
𝐀𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐚 𝐁'𝐧𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐢𝐧 𝐃𝐚𝐥𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐜𝐚!
THE LAST ( 𝐓͟𝐑͟𝐔͟𝐄͟ ) DESCENDANT OF THE DYNAST KING. *ೃ༄
former princess; one who has lost everything to fate. she will 𝐧͟𝐨͟𝐭͟ cower or admit 𝐝𝐞𝐟𝐞𝐚𝐭.
#ffrp ღ #mvrp ღ #ffxiirp
Work in progress!
mdni. mun is of age (a baby adult at 23). seeking storylines. prefers long-form to banter, though such is welcome. oc friendly. DMs open to friendly discussion and plotting. relatively familiar with most final fantasy series. #ffrp, #mvrp.
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