Guiding Light
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Summary: The Flamesgrace Cathedral is a marvel to behold, as is the Sacred Flame which its opulent halls house. But no flame has ever burned brighter in Nova’s eyes than the one that’s been overtly guiding her path from the moment she first encountered it.
*Author’s Note*: First off, tomorrow is my one year anniversary w/ Cyrus (and the anniversary of the game release), which is beyond exciting! When I was going through my drafts to pick fics to post for this month, though, I found this short little thing sitting around and still wanted to post it, but there should be a separate fic specifically for the anniversary posted tomorrow, too! Coming back to this fic, I know it’s so exaggerated and cheesy but that’s what Octopath and Cyrus both seem to do to me, I’m sorry. I’m definitely not one for advocating that your significant other is or can be the only or most important driving force in your life, because that kind of thinking is unhealthy. You’re whole on your own, you can make and find your own happiness without ever encountering this sort of thing…but for the sake of art, I went wild and gave Cyrus more credit than he ever deserves, but that I’m sure the misguided recesses of my vulnerable heart are more than happy to grant him without a second thought fhiselfjeslf moving on from that little speech, thank you for reading and I hope you enjoy!
The first time Nova stepped foot in the cathedral, she was awestruck. It had the tallest ceiling she’d ever seen paired with majestic, sophisticated décor and dazzling stonework from every angle. The sight of the Sacred Flame steadfastly flickering behind the alter, a sign of Aelfric’s ever present will and protection over the land of Orsterra, was something she’d never realized she wanted to see until the moment it came into view. She’d heard rumors of a similar cathedral that existed in Goldshore, but she’d never really had the opportunity or motivation to venture to the seaside city to investigate said rumors herself. To be honest, she’d never realized places this beautiful actually inhabited the real world, and she certainly wasn’t disappointed to be proven wrong.
May the Sacred Flame guide your path. She’d heard that mantra repeated and exchanged on numerous occasions, by affiliates of the church and laymen alike. For some it had become a blessing of sorts, a simple promise that the person receiving the message would return from whatever journey they may have undertaken safe and sound. She recalled both she and Tressa’s parents saying something similar before the two eager young girls had set out on their expedition across the realm. It warmed her heart to remember the caring faces of the people she’d left behind, that she would ensure she returned to in one piece no matter what. Little did they know that she and her companion had already increased the number of their party by three; at this point she wondered who else might come along down the road?
Is the Sacred Flame really guiding our path? the young mage thought to herself as her gaze remained fixed on the white-blue flame blazing in humble dignity. To a certain extent, she could understand where one might come to that kind of conclusion regarding their travels so far. Running into Ophilia and Primrose seemed more like fate than almost any other coincidence Nova’d encountered before, and when it came to Cyrus…her cheeks started to feel warm, but it wasn’t a result of the flame’s powerful aura. He’d seemed elated at the prospect of getting to visit the Flamesgrace Cathedral when she’d brought it up, a small mention made in passing while they were sharing and discussing the stops she and Tressa had marked on their documented route. The spark that’d ignited in his eyes at the time outshined the brilliance of the display she was standing before now without question, and the presence of such a thought only served to deepen her flush.
As far as she was concerned, or perhaps just her heart, Cyrus had become her guiding light. An immature conclusion to settle on, considering they’d only been traveling together for a week or two at most. Before that, she’d had no knowledge of Cyrus Albright’s existence, and he’d been none the wiser of hers. How could a man she barely knew affect her so radically, so wholeheartedly? What was it about this one individual that had reached in and exposed the deepest depths of her heart, instilling her with feelings she’d never dreamed of having, that she wasn’t sure she even wanted in the first place? Was his influence really as potent as that of a god’s flame, one of the gods that had given birth to this land so many millennia ago? That seemed like quite a stretch, in her opinion. But she also couldn’t deny the proof that resided within her.
Glancing out of the corner of her eye, an unexpected flourish of flames seized her heart. It burned through her veins, coursing through her every cell from head to toe. The dazzling enthusiasm on his face, the giddy gleam in his eyes, the elegant grandeur of his form. Whether she wanted him to be or not, this man had become the driving force of her happiness, a light that burned away every vestige of the negativity she’d grown accustomed to clinging to as if it was her only safety net. If the Sacred Flame truly was to responsible for guiding them to one another, then that was the extent of its usefulness, that must have been where its objective ended. Going forward, Nova was sure she’d keep seeing Cyrus as her guiding light, determined to follow whatever path he happened to illuminate for her next.
Summary: The Flamesgrace Cathedral is a marvel to behold, as is the Sacred Flame which its opulent halls house. But no flame has ever burned brighter in Nova’s eyes than the one that’s been overtly guiding her path from the moment she first encountered it.
*Author’s Note*: First off, tomorrow is my one year anniversary w/ Cyrus (and the anniversary of the game release), which is beyond exciting! When I was going through my drafts to pick fics to post for this month, though, I found this short little thing sitting around and still wanted to post it, but there should be a separate fic specifically for the anniversary posted tomorrow, too! Coming back to this fic, I know it’s so exaggerated and cheesy but that’s what Octopath and Cyrus both seem to do to me, I’m sorry. I’m definitely not one for advocating that your significant other is or can be the only or most important driving force in your life, because that kind of thinking is unhealthy. You’re whole on your own, you can make and find your own happiness without ever encountering this sort of thing…but for the sake of art, I went wild and gave Cyrus more credit than he ever deserves, but that I’m sure the misguided recesses of my vulnerable heart are more than happy to grant him without a second thought fhiselfjeslf moving on from that little speech, thank you for reading and I hope you enjoy!
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The first time Nova stepped foot in the cathedral, she was awestruck. It had the tallest ceiling she’d ever seen paired with majestic, sophisticated décor and dazzling stonework from every angle. The sight of the Sacred Flame steadfastly flickering behind the alter, a sign of Aelfric’s ever present will and protection over the land of Orsterra, was something she’d never realized she wanted to see until the moment it came into view. She’d heard rumors of a similar cathedral that existed in Goldshore, but she’d never really had the opportunity or motivation to venture to the seaside city to investigate said rumors herself. To be honest, she’d never realized places this beautiful actually inhabited the real world, and she certainly wasn’t disappointed to be proven wrong.
May the Sacred Flame guide your path. She’d heard that mantra repeated and exchanged on numerous occasions, by affiliates of the church and laymen alike. For some it had become a blessing of sorts, a simple promise that the person receiving the message would return from whatever journey they may have undertaken safe and sound. She recalled both she and Tressa’s parents saying something similar before the two eager young girls had set out on their expedition across the realm. It warmed her heart to remember the caring faces of the people she’d left behind, that she would ensure she returned to in one piece no matter what. Little did they know that she and her companion had already increased the number of their party by three; at this point she wondered who else might come along down the road?
Is the Sacred Flame really guiding our path? the young mage thought to herself as her gaze remained fixed on the white-blue flame blazing in humble dignity. To a certain extent, she could understand where one might come to that kind of conclusion regarding their travels so far. Running into Ophilia and Primrose seemed more like fate than almost any other coincidence Nova’d encountered before, and when it came to Cyrus…her cheeks started to feel warm, but it wasn’t a result of the flame’s powerful aura. He’d seemed elated at the prospect of getting to visit the Flamesgrace Cathedral when she’d brought it up, a small mention made in passing while they were sharing and discussing the stops she and Tressa had marked on their documented route. The spark that’d ignited in his eyes at the time outshined the brilliance of the display she was standing before now without question, and the presence of such a thought only served to deepen her flush.
As far as she was concerned, or perhaps just her heart, Cyrus had become her guiding light. An immature conclusion to settle on, considering they’d only been traveling together for a week or two at most. Before that, she’d had no knowledge of Cyrus Albright’s existence, and he’d been none the wiser of hers. How could a man she barely knew affect her so radically, so wholeheartedly? What was it about this one individual that had reached in and exposed the deepest depths of her heart, instilling her with feelings she’d never dreamed of having, that she wasn’t sure she even wanted in the first place? Was his influence really as potent as that of a god’s flame, one of the gods that had given birth to this land so many millennia ago? That seemed like quite a stretch, in her opinion. But she also couldn’t deny the proof that resided within her.
Glancing out of the corner of her eye, an unexpected flourish of flames seized her heart. It burned through her veins, coursing through her every cell from head to toe. The dazzling enthusiasm on his face, the giddy gleam in his eyes, the elegant grandeur of his form. Whether she wanted him to be or not, this man had become the driving force of her happiness, a light that burned away every vestige of the negativity she’d grown accustomed to clinging to as if it was her only safety net. If the Sacred Flame truly was to responsible for guiding them to one another, then that was the extent of its usefulness, that must have been where its objective ended. Going forward, Nova was sure she’d keep seeing Cyrus as her guiding light, determined to follow whatever path he happened to illuminate for her next.