my s a c r i f i c e [noctis/c]

[stella]

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[noctis]

[atrb=width,500px,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=background,http://colourlovers.com.s3.amazonaws.com/images/patterns/0/635.png][bg=#ffffff][style=padding: 8px; opacity: 0.7; margin-bottom: -10px;][/style][style=font-family: georgia; text-shadow: 0px 2px 2px #000000; color: #333a42; font-size: 12pt; padding-right: 7px; padding-top: 10px; letter-spacing: 1; text-align: right;]Hello my friend, we meet again;[/style][style=margin-top:-2; text-shadow: 0px 2px 2px #000000; color: #3e3e3e; font-family: arial narrow; font-size: 5.5pt; word-spacing: -.2em; letter-spacing: 2; text-align: right; padding-right: 10px;]It's been a while, where should we begin?[/style][style=font-family: times new roman; font-size: 8pt; letter-spacing: 5; word-spacing: 1; text-shadow: 0px 2px 2px #000000; color: #4e4e4e; text-align: right; padding-right: 5px;]Feels like forever[/style] [style=background: url(http://i875.photobucket.com/albums/ab320/luxxray/noise2.png); margin-top: 20px; margin-left: 5px; margin-right: 5px; font-size: 7.5pt; padding: 10px; text-align: justify; color: #1a1a1a; line-height: 8pt; background-color: #000000;] An ancient city, left in ruins. One could not begin to wonder what drove the people living here at the time to abandon buildings so elaborantly constructed, and technologically revolutionized compared to the rest of this world. There could only be one explanation for such an advanced utopia to be completely deserted yet fall into decay; evacuation from an imminent threat to the ancient populace. Had it been a natural disaster? War? Or a power much greater that it was not meant for the mortal hands of man? It made Noctis wonder this as he explored this new world, curiousity drawing him in as he sought to solve the mystery that maybe someday he could use to spare his kingdom from such a terrible fate. Further into the ruins, he spotted the figure of a woman... and he froze. This was no resident of Spira, for certain. He recognized her instantly, as Stella Nox Fluret, Princess of Tenebrae. Last time he had seen her, they had departed on less than friendly terms. And yet here she was, dropping to her knees and her body falling to the ground. Of all the worlds, and all the locations... and she had to appear where he was. Coincidence, fate... or a trap? He rushed towards her, despite if he was entering an ambush, mind taking a backseat for the moment as as concern entered his heart for her well-being. "Stella...!" he yelled, kneeling down and shaking her shoulder slightly. When he received no response, he took his jacket off, and folded it up neatly to provide a soft pillow for her. He rolled her over onto her back, as he lifted her head to slip it underneath to cushion it. There was no doubt about it... feeling that she was real underneath his fingertips, this was the real princess of Tenebrae. But what the heck was she doing here, and more to the question was what had rendered her unconcious just now? As he waited for her to regain conciousness, the longer he remained in the situation, the less he was convinced that this was some kind of entrapment set up for him. No... he was disappointed by her turning on him in the past, but deception was beyond Stella when she had fought him so openly. In confusion, he contemplated her past as he looked down upon her visage. Why had Stella betrayed his first impression in her so? Was it a decision she took upon herself, or had her hand been forced in internal affairs within her own country? It didn't make any sense that the Stella he had met in that art gallery had been the same as the princess that had turned against him. "Stella... hey. Stella. Can you get up?" he talked to her in his serious no-nonsense manner, shaking her again, wondering how long she was going to remain like this. Looking over her inspection, he didn't see any signs of injury, trauma or concussion, before his intense blue eyes focused on her serene and peaceful expression again. (OOC: And a recycled thread deserves a sort-of recycled reply, similiar to what Emil answered with back then, you lazy bum. xD And in case I don't get the chance to do this again, this is what Noctis looks like, jacket and all. I also agree with your song choice, liked it when Creed released it, thought the film clip was so lame though. -chuckles-) [/style][style=font-family: times new roman; font-size: 8pt; letter-spacing: 5; word-spacing: 1; text-shadow: 0px 2px 2px #000000; color: #4e4e4e; text-align: center; margin-bottom: 20px;] template by A S H T O N OF O N T H E E D G E

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[stella]

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[atrb=style, background-color: #D0C6A4; border-top: 5px solid #75531E; border-bottom: 5px solid #75531E;][STYLE=border: 4px solid #75531E; height: 100px; width: 100px; margin-left: 15px; margin-bottom: -33px; margin-top: 7px;][/style][STYLE=float: right; width: 277px; font-size: 50px; color: #75531E; font-family: georgia; text-align: center; margin-right: 15px; margin-left: 123px; text-transform: lowercase; margin-top: -45px; letter-spacing: -3px;]MY SACRIFICE[/style][STYLE=background-color: #EFE9E0; border-top: 4px solid #75531E; margin-right: 15px; font-family: arial narrow; letter-spacing: 2px; font-size: 11px; margin-bottom: -9px; margin-left: 123px; padding: 5px; text-align: center; text-transform: uppercase; color: #75531E;]ABOVE ALL THE OTHERS, WE'LL FLY[/style] [STYLE=margin-right: 15px; margin-left: 15px; font-size: 10px; font-family: arial; text-align: justify; background-color: #EFE9E0; padding: 17px; color: #3C2E16; margin-top: 8px; opacity: 0.9; border-top: 4px solid #75531E; border-right: 1px dotted #9D6F25; border-left: 1px dotted #75531E;]The darkness was a comforting oblivion in lieu to the waking world. There was an exhaustion that sank deep into her muscles and bones; deeper than the shallow cuts left by the Heartless. ’Twas easy to drift into that vast sea devoid of light and the lingering pain her unexpected fight had left upon her. Stella was stronger than those shadowed creatures, but they had garnered luck and sheer numbers to overwhelm her. Fighting an enemy she had never encountered before was somewhat daunting. As comforting at this state of forced slumber was, she knew that she needed to rouse herself. This plain was not Tenebrae, and there was a constant danger that had edged along her sensitive awareness of dark presences. The souls of those lost lingered so heavily within these ruins; she could feel them even in her unconscious state. The gift of Etro? Perhaps tied to it. Stella wished she was home and back within the comfort of her bed. A pressure against her shoulder, along with a muffled voice that sounded familiar. Her body felt far too heavy to move on her own. Her eyelids remained firmly shut, remaining quite despondent to the hand that gently maneuvered her onto her back. The cool stone of the ruins was replaced with a coarser, cushioned fabric beneath her head. It helped to alleviate the pressure behind her eyes somewhat. Pink lips parted as a quiet sigh of relief escaped her. Stella wished she had the energy to heal herself from the pains that rendered her effectively useless as of now. Who was trying to rouse her? His voice was muffled, and it felt like she was sinking beneath the waves of the ocean. Darkness dulled her pain until it was a distant thought, and all she wished to do was slip into a restful slumber for a few hours. Her brow furrowed, knowing she should resist that temptation. If only she could open her heavy eyelids and break from beneath the heavy fog of her hazed mind. She felt her body being shaken gently; an attempt to arouse her from her half-slumber. The voice struck her again, and she could picture raven hair and calm blue eyes staring at her with timid curiosity. Pain began to become more acute as she forced herself to rouse. A small groan escaped her as her body protested at his gentle shaking. Her eyes fluttered open, blurry and unfocused to the world around her. Stella stared up at the blurred face above her, wondering if it truly was Prince Noctis that loomed over her. How fitting that he would be the one to find her in her injured state. Of course, she could not blame him if her presence roused distrust and caution for him. She had been the one to draw her blade first, but certainly not by her complete volition. What had he asked her? Darkness was edging at her vision again; dizziness threatening to steal her away again. In a movement that almost had her crying out, she shoved herself into a sitting position to rest her forehead between her knees. “I--yes, please allow me a moment. This is all so disconcerting,” she answered quietly. A shaky exhale escaped her as her vision slowly began to clear. Her body was certainly protesting at her hunched position, and she slowly glanced over the scratches and shallow cuts that littered her legs and arms. Stella slowly straightened herself to get a better look at Noctis. Was it the fate of Etro that had lead the Prince into being the one to discover her? Beings far more powerful than herself seemed to have a hand in directing her fate as of late. “I am relieved to see you again, Noctis,” she said with an earnest smile. WORDS! Meh. TAGS! Noctis~ NOTES! Well, just for the first one! And thanks, Creed is still one of my favorite bands~ <3 [/style]

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[noctis]

[atrb=width,500px,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=background,http://colourlovers.com.s3.amazonaws.com/images/patterns/0/635.png][bg=#ffffff][style=padding: 8px; opacity: 0.7; margin-bottom: -10px;][/style][style=font-family: georgia; text-shadow: 0px 2px 2px #000000; color: #333a42; font-size: 12pt; padding-right: 7px; padding-top: 10px; letter-spacing: 1; text-align: right;]Within my heart are memories,[/style][style=margin-top:-2; text-shadow: 0px 2px 2px #000000; color: #3e3e3e; font-family: arial narrow; font-size: 5.5pt; word-spacing: -.2em; letter-spacing: 2; text-align: right; padding-right: 10px;]Of perfect love that you gave to me;[/style][style=font-family: times new roman; font-size: 8pt; letter-spacing: 5; word-spacing: 1; text-shadow: 0px 2px 2px #000000; color: #4e4e4e; text-align: right; padding-right: 5px;]Oh I remember~[/style] [style=background: url(http://i875.photobucket.com/albums/ab320/luxxray/noise2.png); margin-top: 20px; margin-left: 5px; margin-right: 5px; font-size: 7.5pt; padding: 10px; text-align: justify; color: #1a1a1a; line-height: 8pt; background-color: #000000;] As Stella lay there, still and unmoving, Noctis knelt there on on knee. Resting one arm on his other raised knee, he waited. What happened to you, Stella? he wondered silently within his own mind. He looked to the surrounding scenery, a empty orchestra of ruins of an ancient city filled with only wisp-like lights. A few of them drew near, Noctis watching their almost lazy and carefree spiral through a large cement block; they weren't lights and he could feel the cold aura of death surrounding them. Perhaps not as strong as Stella's, but he could at the very least sense they were not complete human beings, but... more like feelings and emotions that had been released upon death instead of hearts. Why, Etro? What does death have to do with the powers you have cursed us with? There was a small sign of life, a quiet sigh that escaped from Stella's lush pink lips, to show that she was alive but unconcious. Followed by a groan in protest, before her eyes opened and refocused at him. "Not the greatest place to be fallign asleep. You didn't have any nightmares... did you?" he teased softly, alluding to the subject matter of their first conversation in the art gallery. She didn't respond at first; she was squinting in a way, like she had trouble understanding what was going on. "Can you hear me, Stella? Are you hurt?" he asked, trying to avoid asking the obvious if she was alright, because clearly she had not been. Suddenly she thrust herself forward as she sat upwards, putting her head between her legs as if dizzy, forcing Noctis to lean back to avoid their heads colliding as he watched her regain her senses and bearings. "Stella?" he tried again, before she finally responded she acknowledged him and needed a moment. A terse sigh escaped his own lips, looking away, back into the hauntingly beautiful dance of the pyreflies against suntouched rubble in the low afternoon sun. It wasn't until he sensed Stella moving again that she brought attention to the scratches on her arms and legs that the prince had not seen from the angle he had been kneeling while Stella was lying down. "...Heartless?" he could only venture a guess, his tone unsurprised and casual as if he almost expected to be encountering the creatures in every world he had been to. And he had. Suddenly there was eye contact as her emerald orbs met his azures, and shy with the intimiate moment he broke the shared look to distract himself with the pyreflies. "Yeah. Likewise." he replied off-handedly, as if it was not a huge deal. "Are you hurt? What happened to you?" (OOC: Alright, just the first one then. -chuckles- No worries. I haven't listened to their music since their Weathered album~) [/style][style=font-family: times new roman; font-size: 8pt; letter-spacing: 5; word-spacing: 1; text-shadow: 0px 2px 2px #000000; color: #4e4e4e; text-align: center; margin-bottom: 20px;] template by A S H T O N OF O N T H E E D G E

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[stella]

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I got distracted by RL and power threatened to be shut off, but I have no real excuse not to keep tabs on this. *3* And I'll give Full Circle a shot, thank you~) There were a lot of things that could have been said in that moment, from the instant she woke up. But at that same moment, Noctis couldn't begin to form his mistrust and disappointment into words. Surely now her fragile state was feigning sincere innocence and gratitude, but because of her single action in the past of her betrayal he could never be absolutely sure it was a one-time reaction. Just because they were on a different world, did not erase the fact they were still royalty of neighbouring kingdoms. While Noctis did not like drawing sides, what they each held in retrospect towards their home kingdoms was still overbearingly present, despite any personal feelings they may hold towards each other. And yet, they were not surrounded by either kingdom to re-enforce their motivations of dominion over the last remaining crystal. But that did not mean that while Noctis would wave off the formalities and responsibilities of their kindgom because they were not obliged to, did not mean Stella felt the same way and thus there was given reason for him to keep up a steely demeanor towards her. As she gathered herself, rubbing her temples and then clutching thoughtfully at her chest, he noticed a slight shiver from her. Weighing on his concious, and perhaps hesitantly, he picked up the jacket he had folded beneath Stella's head as grvity unfolded it, placing the jacket around Stella's shoulders. So she would not get the wrong idea, he somewhat shyly stepped away with his back to her, folding his arms across his chest and maroon shirt as if in thought. Beings purged of light... yes, it was Heartless alright. His azure eyes swept across the ruins for signs of them, but the low shadows in the afternoon light did not move so much an inch. He found himself glancing back to Stella, and she confirmed the Heartless had overwhelmed her. They would have to be very powerful and abundant Heartless indeed, for her powers were enough to match even his own. But now Stella was recovering, what concerned him even more was the fact the Heartless were now attacking more than just his own kingdom if they were in Tenebrae. They were a growing threat as a darkness threatening to consume their world whole, who would be behind them if not a insentive from Stella's own kingdom? At least now they identified what the enemy was and how to defeat them, but to stop them at the source was another enigma altogether. Stella broke his concentration as she became curious as to what this world was, and he shook his head once as he was clueless as she was. "I don't know. I can feel their lament, as well." he agreed with her. He looked at the prismatic light the wisps radiated, reflecting his own inner thoughts. "If this is the ruins of a forgotten city, then surely this world does not have an afterlife these spirits can go to, or at least they are stuck here in limbo with no gate to pass through." he hazarded a guess. There was little cause for concern for them, but he did feel compelled to propose Stella a question his mind could not let go of that weighed heavily on his mind in his comprehension of them. "Stella... is it just me, or do you get the feeling that these spirits are not... completely here? All I can sense from them is just negative emotions, but it's like the rest of their souls... happiness, beliefs, dreams... the other half of their capacity to feel is not there? Is it possible when they died, all that's left is their languish?" he inquired of her, lost in the moment from the observation she had instigated. 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