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@valhyr said: ringed claws curl 'neath his jaw , drawing the turk forward. painted lips brush rather chastely at the corner of his mouth ( imprint of lipstick therein left ) , words whispered with the usual snare of rich smokiness and no sore lack of fondness , "good to see you , red." // verona
Roseate lips curve into a complacent line, eyelids lower for a content, focused look. Turquoise irises reflect a shine of silver, a molten moon into Verona’s striking optics. A low hum emits as the Turk remains still in his position, chin basking in the cool touch of her fingertips. The feel of plush lips is warm in contrast. His expression softens, relaxed is a state of the soul that carries through the man in the current moment.
“Likewise. We got a lotta catchin’ up to do, huh. How’s life treatin’ ya, ‘Rona?”
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@valhyr | a suspicious starter
― 🜛 ― Oh, how the Alchemist did not know how soft that skin could be until she'd met Verona. The word repeats on loop as her fingertips stroke along the curve of the others cheek, watching them intently as they slept, wishing she could be done with her work so that she could have joined her. . . just as a heavy sigh left her lips, Verona awakens to meet their eyes.
" Ah, I hadn't woke you, had I? Sorry, I couldn't help myself. "
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@valhyr @strywoven--
lux is a place of high-class caliber ; stunning, cast in luxurious darkness and shadow ( perhaps all the better to see the woman at the center - a literal figure a'glowing there before a grand piano ) . people come here for many reasons, the chance to speak to verona is but one of several. dexterous claws flicker 'cross the keys ; a bluesy ragtime ritz swells 'round her, cresting and mounting with no certain lack of emotion that binds everyone who turns to listen-- few trickling notes follow remnant chords, silver gaze flashes in the dim of the lounge, she looks over to zack patiently waiting nearby. "good to see my heroic escort again so soon." teasing him already, how cruel. "i never did properly thank you. however can i repay you?"
Zack rubs the underside of his nose with the back of a finger. What a lady. He’s seen all sorts of women: celebrities, extravagant fashionistas strolling down LOVELESS, and all the way through varying ranks and titles of Shinra Company. None of them are quite like her. Verona is in a category of her own.
Despite all the prestige that comes with his recent promotion to SOLDIER 1st Class, he wonders whether any of that matters even a smidgen to such a practiced aristocrat.
Rocking back and forth on the balls of his feet, Zack casually interlaces his fingers together behind his back with a small grin. The spotlight which had so brilliantly illuminated her skill and beauty begin to dim and revert to the Lux’s typical ambiance.“Hey...You’re amazing! Maybe...” he trails off, brows furrowed. “A date? Not too much to ask, right?”
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Verona 💖 for a kiss!
Marie’s feet couldn’t move fast enough. No matter how high she hiked her silk skirts up and out of her way, no matter that she paused, removing the dainty slippers from her feet for better traction, and no matter that every single body jumped out from her path—she could not leave the palace fast enough.
They were back. The knights, the foot soldiers, the diplomats. They were back. Not all of them were back, that much was made clear by the slow trudging the company made inside the city walls—not at all the victory parade they had all anticipated.
Was she back? Verona?
She shouldn’t have even left me.
Flying down the marble steps of the palace, the princess ignored the calls of her handmaidens, only half consciously growing up roots in her wake to trip up anyone who tried to stop her.
She wasn’t queen yet; propriety could wait.
“Verona,” she gasped, coming to stop at the commanders and generals atop their steeds, searching for her knight. Barefoot and dusty, her gentle hands grazed the body of each animal lightly as she made her way through the formation. They weren’t in rank today and her small stature made her lost, a tiny waif among beasts.
“Verona!”
She had to be here. She had to.
She passed a cart full of the injured, whispering apologies and thanks as she moved along the side, scanning, scanning—ah! There!
Verona wasn’t injured. Of course she wasn’t. War was something she was good at, even if collectively, they failed.
Marie didn’t wait to be seen. Like a child, she ran, jumping into the arms of her beloved and burying her head into the crook of her neck. She’d be punished for it later, perhaps they both would, but for the moment, Marie needed the solace of knowing they could return to normalcy for a time, no matter how short.
They had lost this time, but her father was a warmonger. The respite would not last long and the army would be sent out again, this time stronger, larger, and without the option of failure.
If they weren’t conquered first.
With her head raised, Marie held Verona’s face, kissing her, unabashedly affectionate before the public, her antics largely ignored for the time as she had just entered into adulthood and there were not yet any suitors in sight.
She couldn’t help but wonder if Verona had a part in that.
“I’m building us a forest,” she muttered, “and we will hide away from today on. I don’t want you to leave again.”
Clinging to Verona’s neck, she disappeared again, face down into the armor, “please. Please do not leave me again.”
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#sooooo our fantasy au definitely lives rent free in my head js#I'm growing wisteria in my yard and literally every day that I check on it and train it I think of that one ask lmao#strywoven#valhyr
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@valhyr ○ 𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕠𝕟𝕒 𝕒𝕤𝕜𝕖𝕕 𝕧𝕒𝕞𝕡𝕚𝕣𝕖!𝕔𝕝𝕠𝕦𝕕 ○
⤷ 『 “you don't have to lie to me,” verona says from her place nearby. “i know hunger when i see it.” after all, she was nothing if not ALWAYS HUNGRY ; all mouth, all desire, an incessant urge to devour and possess. silver gaze considers him for a moment, weighing their options. she knows how he feels about her human stockpile so that's not something she'd offer again, but perhaps... she pulls up the sleeve of her blouse, holding out her gleaming wrist to him. “i insist, take what you like. you're my friend, i trust you not to kill me.” the last piece was more of a lighthearted jab, but she means it all the same. 』
This is pathetic… He's better than this, knows better than this and yet the dull ache is there, pounding inside him as he attempts to ignore it, swirling amber liquid in his glass before knocking it back, enjoying the burn for all that it did little for him in terms of actually getting him drunk. At least he could enjoy the flavour…
It wasn't what he needed, but with Shinra troops scouring the sector he needed to stay out of sight. He'd done good enough work here that the other residents were unlikely to rat him out, and he didn't accidentally feed on people anymore, only the fools who thought attacking him was a good idea. He always felt best after those attacks, even as self-loathing churned up his stomach.
His eyes flick up to her as she catches his attention, eyes slightly narrowed despite himself. He doesn't like this, the whole having to depend on someone like that. He'd have drained her dry a couple months ago, back when he was still struggling for control. Part of him is screaming to accept it, his teeth beginning to ache again as they always did when the hunger began to grow dangerously close to overwhelming him.
Finally he huffs annoyedly and pushes his glass aside, licking over his teeth and finding them sharper than before as he finally sinks down over her wrist, piercing through skin easily and drinking deeply of the bounty offered. The warmth spreads through him immediately, soothing the hunger and the feral thing in his chest which wanted to escape. The taste is a little odd, much spicier than he's used to, but not unpleasant either.
Once he's done he quickly looks her over, trying to gauge that he indeed hadn't taken enough. It's all well and dandy that she trusts him, but that doesn't actually mean she'd be fine.
"Thanks, but next time I'm finding my own food." Cloud grouched, cradling his glass back in leather clad fingers as he stared down at it. He didn't like depending on others. Hopefully Shinra's dogs would be out of the sector soon, in any case.
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#valhyr#universe • final fantasy#inquiry • final fantasy#interactions • cloud strife#v: a new moon rises#answered#please ask before continuing#into the void • queue
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❛ you’ll always have a home with me. ❜ // @valhyr
“And I, you.” Selena answers back after a short pause. It isn’t doubt that troubles her; but rather a memory of a past and what ifs that which should stay left alone. The memory of the Valkyrie isolating herself and her Star so that she could take on Diabol alone. The act had hurt and broke her heart even after learning of the Star’s destruction and rebirth.
If the Star hadn’t already been reborn by the time she had called her keyblade to guide her from the Realm of Darkness, Selena knew that the keyblade’s magic would have likely sent her off to another Star to start a new journey and a new life. Should she have given up on Fantasia and Verona then?
And while the War is long over; and hopefully a long while before another brews anew, Selena is scared that she could be cast aside once more. Even if it was in the act of protection, the keybearer would have fought and will fight alongside Verona. She did not wish to be alone again. She does not want to lose her again.
The keybearer presses her forehead against Verona’s. Her worries have no place on their couch, and she snugs in closer. Selena will be treasuring the moments they do have together.
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head slips from proud hoist, leaning to rest atop the other's shoulder. she doesn't mention anything of it. perhaps she needed this right in that moment, we may never know. (@valhyr)
'Reprieve' is not a word often found in their lives. Where her blonde head falls against the cradle of his shoulder, Sephiroth angles inward. Overlapping their limbs, creating small pockets of space, curving his body against hers. An interplay of silver and gold in the shadows of a terrible place.
Sometimes they find it: reprieve. Sometimes they need to.
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@valhyr said: (ruffle) — to ruffle my muse’s hair playfully // from verona
UNDERRATED AFFECTIONATE GESTURES
Normally, Yuugi is the one who gets his hair ruffled. And that’s because he is the far more radiant one from the two. Yami, on the other hand, isn’t exactly approached all that much. Lukewarm gaze slowly shifts to the side, as though a frown enchased now on much harsher facial features. It’s no wonder that the ancient spirit’s appearance might discourage people from interacting.
However… it takes him off guard when lithe fingers manage to brush through his unruly hair locks just like that. He doesn’t look as intimidating when a look of pure quandary is depicted on his face. After a couple of seconds of silence, he visibly remains relaxed in his slightly slouched posture. Without saying anything he turns his head forth and dips his chin. A light hum akin to a brief sound of amusement emits past his lips with the edges tugging upward into a smile.
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@valhyr sent a letter: “ i won’t let you forget me . ” // from verona!
❥ 𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐎𝐌 𝐋𝐘𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐒 𝐈 [ 𝚂𝙴𝙽𝚃𝙴𝙽𝙲𝙴 𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚁𝚃𝙴𝚁𝚂 ] .
― 🜛 ― " When looking at a being such as yourself, how could I ever? " So sayeth the witch, palms pressed against the cold table, gazing down upon this utter beauty with nothing but reverence, behind the crimson stare. Open wide. PEERING sharply into the only gaze that could have possibly left her outmatched. " Oh, even if you should be long gone, I could never forget you. "
#answered#valhyr#🜃 Belladonna Blooming through the Concrete ; Midgars angel of Death | FINAL FANTASY 7#hehhehehhh
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@strywoven -- ❛ 02 . a kiss for the first time . || zack/verona, perhaps? (@valhyr)
Fireworks at the penthouse. Up on the top floor, the floor-to-ceiling glass windows are truly put to the test. He hopes Verona got her gil’s worth. Up close, the shower of lights is almost blinding. Needle-point pupils, constricting as long shadows are cast into the room behind them and explosive thunder rocks the room. He can see the way the light burns the air. Metal salts lending their color in the resulting chemical light show that leaves brightly colored spots in his vision as they fade away. Close, blinding, like Zack need only reach out with one hand to touch the tendrils of light as they carve their path through the dark.
It’s beautiful in the same way Verona’s golden hair reflects the myriad of colors in the night sky. She’s probably seen spectacles like this countless times before. Echelons above everyone else, above the Shinra middle-managers in their cookie cutter houses, above the scavengers prowling the slums for their next mark. Worlds away from a backwater boy like him, seeing fireworks for the first time.
Zack realizes, belatedly, that Verona has not been looking at the fireworks display this whole time, but at him. He sees her out of the corner of his eye, appraising with all the intent of a silversmith and their finest handiwork.
Granted mysterious boldness by this observation, Zack turns towards her, holds the gaze of those silver, glimmering gold eyes for a moment-- a silent question, a bid for permission, before leaning forward and pressing their lips together.
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🍽 /let the wife cook for her wife! i imagine it'll be a big event, too! (valhyr)
Though it was a few hours yet before guests would arrive, the manor was bustling with activity. Between florists in and out with harvest arrangements, the festive music playing through the kitchen speakers, and the thudding of little feet, the mood of the party was already set.
The ten burner range was almost full up of pots and pans boiling, simmering and stewing every side imaginable. There were two double ovens beside the range, and one that sat lower, set into the fifteen foot island counter. Of the six total ovens, five were already full and most of the island was beset with trays of desserts Marie had spent the better part of the last two days baking.
Ophelia was making herself busy doing as seven year olds do: zooming past the kitchen in her best dress and new shoes, stopping only to reach up into the olive tray. Or the cheese platter. Or the tray of meats. Sometimes slipping her hand under the wax wrapping of a cookie tray, each time with a mischievous look at her mothers as she did.
It was a behavior most other parents would scold with a “not until guests arrive!” but the look on her daughter’s face was one Marie had never been allowed to wear as a child. The look of wonder, excitement, anticipation and joy. She wouldn’t take that from her over something as silly as a few missing pickles.
“Put this dip on the buffet with the crackers,” she said gently, passing the young girl a ceramic dish in the shape of a pumpkin, knowing full well she’d sample it directly after laying it out.
With that done, she refocused her attention back to to the main dish, just about wrapped up and ready to be placed into the oven. She flipped a curl out from her eyes and reached for a stamp, placing it firmly in the pastry dough and when she pulled it back, the family crest of one of her guests were revealed. She did this over and over until each of her individual beef wellingtons were customized according to her guests and of course, her family.
Except for Verona. Her beef wellington was more ah, how should she say, Trevor wellington. While Marie had made the case against Trevor for the rest of her guests, the dinner being a holiday celebration, not a business meeting, it was still a holiday celebration and Marie only provided the best for her loved ones.
There was plenty more Trevor in select sides should anyone take an interest in him. After all, anyone who had the pleasure of receiving an invitation to their table was no stranger to the Chimera’s special diet.
Sliding all the trays into the last empty oven, Marie sighed a contended, accomplished sigh, looking between the mess of flour and pastry dough on the counter and the wrapped desserts before taking a page out of Ophelia’s book.
“I think it’s time for a cookie.”
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❛ what are you smiling at? ❜ // @valhyr
“Oh nothing.” She says with a small smile and a flushed face, but the keybearer could not keep her eyes off the few faeries hiding in Verona’s hair, motioning her to hush. They were weaving braids into her pale hair with several of the newborn blooms weaved into the strands.
Both warriors were outdoors enjoying the first day of spring in Fantasia, and the newborn flowers blooming. A wicker basket is laid on the grass for their picnic brunch later on. They both were laying on one of their many quilts that they had brought with them.
A particular flower of lavender hue catches her eye so she reaches out to gently pluck it and slips it behind Verona’s ear with a smile.
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it's becoming increasingly often that zack is found in the chimera's lofty abode ; so far beyond the commonwealth, out and away from the reaches of prying eyes-- no-one here would ask questions, no-one here would make him feel less than wanted ( least of all the kingpin herself, who's fondness for the soldier grows tenfold every day lapsed ). finding him resting on the couch in the main room, there's no preamble to the way she places herself in his lap, claws lightly sweeping through dark hair as her painted lips find his own - sure to leave a stain. normally not so forward... but where's the harm? (@valhyr)
@strywoven--
His hands are not left wanting. The skin on his fingertips is calloused, toughened from constant friction against the handle of his sword. Those same hands, rough but gentle. Catching along the hem of her dress, pulling back the fabric and smoothing over a thigh while they kiss.
Zack has never shown deference for the trimmings of upper crust etiquette-- he's a backwater boy, through and through.
Verona carries with her so many of the habits of polite society he thought a waste of time. Dazzling, above reproach. She wears a pretty mask; deadly and distant except to the few who can see past the glare. The warmth of her affection is addicting, saccharine and precious. He holds Verona's face in his hands for a moment, as though he's framing her beauty in a viewfinder.
"Aw...so you do miss me."
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✒️ *twirls my hair* a note? for me, perhaps? can be this url or valhyr's! it's basically the same anyways ksjcns
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s.c. // @lunaferrous
❝ Your drink , Miss Basquerville , ❞ Presented with cordial bow ( ever chivalrous , aren’t you ? ) , a DRAMATIC POLITESSE included , colorful mug is bestowed to her lover’s awaiting hand ; a cup of hot chocolate , specially made with brown sugar and spices for a rare , sweet indulgence just for a snowy fireside evening together.
Once Luna takes her portion , Verona rises and moves to take her spot beside the demon , minding the quietly s n o r i n g hound nestled ‘tween them. ❝ I easily forget the taste of domesticity , ❞ She remarks , own mug lifted so she may savor a sip of her concoction with a pleased hum. ❝ These moments tend to mean the m o s t to me , no matter how important my post is. ❞ Head lulls , tipping to shoulder to toss the other a fond , if not reverent smile , ❝ How nice it is we’ve time to spend together this evening , just to talk … Just to be IN LOVE . ❞ Always with the cheek ; though the words seem no less s i n c e r e , she is so very GRATEFUL to have Luna in her life and in her heart.
#❧ ⸺ how can ( queue ) say there is no story here ? ❞#❧ ⸺ ch. verona | threads ❞#❧ ⸺ ch. verona | verse i: main ❞#lunaferrous#the way i ALMOST wrote ''your drink miss valhyr'' as if they were engaged or smth ksddskm#i felt they needed a cute little alone time together tbh#that's my excuse for this#feel free to take this in any direction in terms of conversation tho!!#and lmk if i need to change it at all
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@strywoven--
"no- wait--!" no time to think, he's already got a hold of her, making good on that promise to carry her bed should she not listen to reason the first time. "zack- zack please," not like her to plead with anyone, but her tone is quiet, softened 'round the normally sharpened seams. "i was nearly done." excuses. it doesn't make up for a lack of self-care. besides, what would the industry do if their shining star falls asleep on the mantle? grumbling at his ear, sharp teeth puncture a nip to his neck in meager protest.
"Um. Ouch," Zack deadpans. A small quirk of his lip suggests amusement at her protests. Even if she bit him. "Nope, this is an executive decision made by yours truly. You. Need. Sleep."
In accordance to her fine tastes, Verona's bedroom is bathed in decadent layers of marble and gold. Zack carefully lays her down at the center of a bed that looks so comfortable he would have cried with envy to have slept in it in his early days in Midgar. His sleeping situation isn't nearly so bleak nowadays, but he'd be lying if he said those silky-looking sheets and pile of cushions didn't look tempting.
Zack smiles at Verona in all her golden petulance. "Promise me you'll get some rest."
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