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Guiding Light
Jul. 12th, 2019 08:00 amWord Count: 727
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.
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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!
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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.
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