I match you with.. it’s a tie. First I’ve done! lol
Its a toss up between Prompto and Ravus.
Tag: ravus
The royal plot
September 10th: Loqi as Prince of Niflheim
Platonic Aranea/Loqi, Platonic Ravus/Loqi
Rating: Teen
Word Count: 2212
Warnings: Implied deep depression, implied violence, fantasy
politics
Summary: Loqi was named prince of the empire, and heir to Aldercapt’s
throne. As the last Tummelt, it’s only right that the emperor rewards him
right? Unfortunately, not all is as it seems, as Loqi is aware. He knows he’ll
never succeed the throne and sees through the plan the emperor has in store for
him all too well.
AO3 Link.
Loqi looked out from the inside of the keep, at the
surrounding area of Gralea. People were going about their business on the
streets below. They probably didn’t even realize that the keep had a window
here. But that was to his benefit. He couldn’t people watch otherwise.
Loqi Aldercapt, formally Tummelt, was mentally preparing for
the journey ahead. It had been a turbulent few weeks here in the empire. From
his sudden adoption by the emperor, to the announcement that the war with Lucis
was finally ending, the political environment had been rendered unstable. So,
the upcoming trip to Lucis to sign the peace treaty doubly served to ensure the
emperor’s and his safety. Already, he’d had three assassination attempts from
just inside the empire.
A part of him wonder if he’d been chosen for this due to his
background in combat.
“Your highness?”
He turned from the window to look at Ravus, assigned to
protect him for the trip.
“Oh, come off it Ravus.” Loqi rolled his eyes at the title and
pushed himself off the wall he’d been leaning on. “You and I both know that
this appointment likely won’t be for long.”
It had crossed everyone’s mind at least once. The emperor
had killed the previous prince because he refused to give up his throne. And
now, when they were so near the end of the war, to suddenly name another? The
emperor had something up his sleeve, and Loqi believed he knew what it was.
He wasn’t just mentally preparing to go on the trip. He could
see the outline of the Emperor’s plan. It wasn’t chance that a mercenary, a
former prince of a conquered territory, and the newly crowned prince, were all
on the same ship. They’d also be taking a separate route from the rest of the
group. The emperor’s route was public knowledge, while their new prince would
travel in secret. To ensure his safety was the reason given.
But, even with all their precautions, wouldn’t it be a shame
if something happened to the prince on the way there?
It would skew the talks into more than favorable territory
for the empire, for sure. Maybe even be enough to reignite the outrage in their
homeland. To start the fighting anew with the last of the loyal house of
Tummelts, named prince of the nation as a reward for his family’s generations
of sacrifice, as a martyr.
The final push needed to crush Lucis.
As for Loqi? He’d never go against the emperor’s wishes. The
man was just as brilliant as Loqi was, and undoubtedly knew that he’d see
through the plan. Maybe even counted on it. But he also had faith unshaken that
Loqi would follow along with it. Loyal to last breath was part of his house’s
oath after all.
Ravus broke him out of his thoughts by humming in uninterest
before saying, “It’s time to depart, so if you’d come along now.”
The corner of Loqi’s mouth twitched with unsaid warnings as
Ravus turned to go down the hall. He was willing to die for the empire if
that’s what it needed, but it was unfair that two people he very nearly once
considered friends would die with him. But the warning remained unsaid the
further away Ravus got and he followed along silently.
It didn’t take long to reach the hanger, where Aranea was
shouting orders and monitoring the last-minute checks on her ship. But when she
saw him a smirk crossed her face and she left the rest to Biggs and Wedge with
a signal. Only when they signaled back did she come over to greet them both.
“Well, look at you. You’re moving up in the world, Fluff.”
She said, and then ruffled his hair.
He sighed, his eyes reflecting just how he felt about her
ruffling his hair, and said, “It’s nice to see you too, Aranea.”
She smiled at him again before turning to look Ravus up and
down. “Ravus. Hope you still don’t get airsick. We got a long ride ahead of
us.”
An almost silent huff left him.
“That was years ago, commodore.” But then a small grin split
his face, “And as I recall, you were also sick.”
Aranea’s eyes narrowed at him, but she couldn’t hold the
expression. She laughed and said, “It wasn’t airsickness, that’s for sure!”
“You’ve…travelled together before?” Loqi asked.
The two glanced at each other before Aranea looked back at
Loqi, “Actually, we were part of the same training program for a short time,
just with different focuses.”
“What she means is that the dragoon that was training her
was hired to-“ Ravus stated, raising an eyebrow at her.
“Shut your mouth, Fluff doesn’t need to know that.” She waved
her hand at him and shot Ravus a look that managed to send a shiver up Loqi’s
spine, and he wasn’t even on the receiving end. “Or do you want a repeat of
those training days?”
“We’re older than we were then. I’m sure the result would be
quite different.” In turn, Ravus stared back at her with an unchanged
expression, well-aware that Aranea was all teeth and no bite to her friends.
However, seeing the pair bicker made Loqi’s head spin a
little. Now that they were in Aranea’s personal hanger, it was an oddity seeing
Ravus of all people let his hair down enough to banter with someone. That
person being Aranea was even odder.
Noticing the lost look on Loqi’s face, Aranea turned to look
at him. “Well, now that you’re here, we could start getting sleeping arrangements
squared away.”
Loqi frowned at that, “I just assumed that I’d bunk where I
normally do.”
“You’re the prince now. Can’t exactly stick you on the floor
with the rest of us anymore.” Aranea laughed and lead him away. Though out of
the corner of his eye, he saw Ravus watching the door of the hanger. As if
something might jump out. But then he was inside the ship and lost track of
him.
He had his own quarters next to Aranea’s and Ravus’s rooms
while on board. Most of his luggage was already put away, which surprised him.
He had actual gaurds while they were on the ground, in the form of Biggs and
Wedge, who fell easily into conversation with him. It passed the time quickly
and soon enough they were taking off, leaving Gralea behind.
Once in the air, they figured he was safe enough and left
him alone.
~
He knew it.
Across the ship he could see Aranea shouting orders to
anyone near, to douse the flames that had started when one of the few MTs on
board suddenly self destructed. He was by the hanger door when they opened it.
The MTs were ordered to jump to the ground, due to fear that more than one
would self-destruct. They’d collect them on the way back, if they didn’t end up
destroyed.
But it was the last one to jump, one that had a hitch in its
step, that did self-destruct. But only after attempting to stab him. But he
managed to evade in time, and only ended up with a cut on his arm.
It had been nearly right next to Loqi, and the force from
the blast was enough to knock him from the ship. Disorient him while he fell.
The air rushed past him, and he couldn’t seem to catch his breath. As far as
Lucis knew though, MTs don’t detonate unless irreparably damaged. It would look
like an attack happened.
Or would have. With Aranea and Ravus left alive, things
might not go the way the emperor wanted.
He managed to open his eyes a little and saw Aranea had
jumped off the ship as well. And with her mastery over air, she easily caught
up to him. Then it was just a matter of engaging her armor and slowing their
decent to the ground.
“Six damn it,” She muttered, her armor only meant to slow
one person’s fall, “This is going to hurt kid.”
He wanted to point out he was already hurt but couldn’t
muster the energy.
Loqi closed his eyes again and felt the moment they hit the
ground. It was a jarring sensation, down into his bones. Aranea managed to land
on her feet, but he could hear her armor crack. And the gasps of pain lead him
to believe her legs were hurt from that landing. He tried moving, but only
managed to half-heartedly lift his arm before dropping it again. That blast
would have been nothing if he’d had his armor on.
But royalty doesn’t need armor, the emperor said. It’s
unsightly and implies that they fear being hurt. Aside from that, they had
people to protect them for a reason.
“Hey, fluff? You okay?” Aranea said. It sounded like she was
trying to keep her voice steady, but fear had managed to seep into her words.
He’d reply later he decided. He very suddenly felt tired. It
wouldn’t hurt to sleep for a while.
“Hey. Loqi?” Aranea tried again, and the last thing her
heard was for her calling the airship back to them.
~
Everything hurt, so he knew he was alive.
With a deep inhale he opened his eyes and found himself in
his room on the ship. He turned his head and could see Aranea and Ravus bent
over his table, planning something he guessed. They hadn’t noticed he was awake
yet, and part of him did want to go back to sleep. But he figured that would be
cruel and sat up.
The movement drew their attention and for a moment, Aranea’s
face shifted to relief. But then her expression immediately went back to the
mask she wore, though she couldn’t seem to get rid of a small smile. Ravus on
the other hand allowed himself to look relieved. Which made Loqi wonder if, on
top of everything else, he’d hit his head.
“You’re awake.” He said, and they both came over to his
side.
“What happened?” Loqi asked.
Aranea sighed, but then explained, “The MT’s were tampered
with. But no one thought to check them since they came from the Emperor’s
personal guard.”
Her eyebrow was raised as she spoke, a silent question and
accusation in one. All at once, Loqi remembered his time with her, back before
he’d been named prince. When he’d just been Loqi. She’d killed to protect him
when he was in training and he knew she’d do it again if she had to.
Even if it was the emperor.
He couldn’t think of a reply, and instead looked away from
them both. All the answer she needed. The moment it was confirmed that he knew
something like this would happen, she flew into a rage.
“You didn’t think to say something?!”
Ravus looked alarmed at her sudden change in tone, feeling
like he missed a whole chunk of conversation.
“I couldn’t Aranea.” He looked back at her, “I wasn’t even
sure it would occur, just that is was a possibility.”
“And it did. You were freaking blasted out the back of the
ship! You were nearly stabbed!” Her tone was angry, and she was tense. Something
frantic hung around her shoulders.
It was then that Ravus stepped in, finally realizing what
Aranea was speaking about, “We also knew it was a possibility Aranea. The moment
Loqi was named Prince we knew something wasn’t right.”
She turned to face Ravus faster than a viper and looked like
she was about to launch a verbal assault. But then the fight went out of her,
and she let out a sigh.
“We also said we wouldn’t let him get hurt.”
Loqi breathed a deep sigh, before saying, “Either way, the
attack failed.”
He left out that the emperor’s plan was probably ruined now.
He saw it as a negative, and something in him clenched at the thought he’d
failed the emperor.
“Thank the gods for that.” Aranea said, a frown on her face.
“Once peace is here, and with you alive, you realize the empire has a fighting chance,
right?”
“A chance to what?”
“A chance to be better. Do better.” Aranea spoke, a troubled
look on her face. “Aldercapt, now that you’re his heir, you realize he can’t
order you to die anymore?”
“And you’ll out live him. He has no other heirs. And he’s
old. We just got to keep you alive.” Ravus added.
Loqi dwelled on what they said. Mulling it over. This would
be going against the emperor’s wishes. He knew that. But…
His loyalty was always to his homeland above all else, and
the rulers that watched over it. But this war. The more Loqi thought about it,
which to his shock he realized he hadn’t very much before, this war wasn’t in
the best interest of the empire. It hadn’t been for a long time.
As for Aranea and Ravus,they’d decided, almost as soon as
the emperor named him prince, that they would see him on the throne.
So, he gave them an answer.
“First…before all that. We need to get to the signing.”
With that the dice were cast, and Ravaus and Aranea both
nodded.
Can I ask for a scenario with any of the boys in a Queer-platonic relationship with an ace s/o?
Anon dear, I’ll do my best. It’s my usual weird mix of headcanon and scenario instead I’m afraid. Please tell me if this turns out alright. I’ve sort of tried to capture what this kind of relationship would be like by experimenting…By which I mean I ended up writing for more than one person. I hope this is alright. I mostly assumed that they get their physical needs taken care of in other ways. But I didn’t want to elaborate on that too much. (For all i know maybe they’re all ace.)
Noctis:
He’d sit beside them on the couch, resting against one another in a calm silence, and holding each other’s hand. The TV was on, playing a radio station rather than a channel. It served to drowned out both their thoughts. It had been a bad day. And on those days, they needed each other.
This was their ritual. Something they never spoke about with each other, but just sort of occurred. They trusted each other wholly with their mental wounds. Their need for a quiet solitude with another. They knew that they weren’t listening to the music playing, but rather one another’s breathing. They needed the other’s grounding presence.
If someone walked in on the sight, it could have been mistake for a romantic moment between two lovers. But romance had no place among them. No. It was just the feeling of the other nearby. A trust. Not attraction, but a feeling that if it wasn’t precisely this person there with them, it wouldn’t feel right.
A shelter for the dark. Nothing more, nothing less.
Prompto:
With Prompto, things would be a lot more easy to mistake for romance. And a lot more tactile. He’d help fix their hair just to feel close to them, and they would play with the strands of his through out the day. They might lay their head on his chest to hear his heart beat, while he would nuzzle into their hair and sleep. They’d play with each other’s hand when they’re distracted, brush against each other’s thighs when they want their attention for something, link arms when walking together, and just genuinely lack a need for personal space between the two of them.
People often ask them why they aren’t dating already, but they always, each other them, have the same answer. “It’s not like that.”
Because it isn’t. This isn’t love. Not in the way one would expect. This was more of a need fulfilled. They cherished this person, no one else understood their needs. It wasn’t romance. It wasn’t friendship. It was some unknown between the two.
It was comfort and closeness. And it was enough.
Gladio:
Helping the other relax after a long day is normal for them. Massaging tense muscles when they don’t really allow people to touch them. If one of them was sore it wouldn’t be odd for them to help the other undress if they couldn’t manage it themselves. Sleeping in the same bed, couch, or using each other as a pillow was likewise normal. Seeing each other at their most vulnerable, being able to face each other unblinkingly during the moments they couldn’t stand someone else’s stare, watching over each other’s shoulders were all normal to them.
But nothing beyond that. Closeness was what they valued in one another. Someone who’d always have their back through everything and anything.
Sometimes, they’d be afraid that they’d get too old for anyone to understand this. “Call it what it is, you’re in love.”
But they’re not. This was something else. A choice. This person was their person. They didn’t have the word for it, but they didn’t desire one another how other people did. It was just the sense of a missing piece finally coming home.
Ignis:
This is a relationship of space and intimacy. They don’t need to be near each other, but rather look after one another in other ways. They sleep in separate beds to allow the other their privacy. He’ll make sure they have lunch, they make sure he has clean clothes. Things they were perfectly capable of dealing with on their own, but chose to do for one another. They cook together and are much more free with their emotions around one another. (They’re one of the very rare people who have heard Ignis laugh to tears.) They ensure the other’s appearance is perfect for special events. They walk together at work, and leave notes for the other asking if they’ve eaten. (There are very rare times of course, when one of them cries. And the other doesn’t judge them. They only hold them through the whole thing until they settle again.) They just take care of each other. Even though they don’t have to.
People comment on how chilly they are together. They won’t last if they ever get together. They just share a knowing glance and continue on with their day. They know themselves better than anyone else, and know that their care is shown through their actions.
They could live without one another, but why would they?
Ravus:
He sends letters through out the relationship, venting mostly, and sometimes commenting on how he saw them the other day, but didn’t have time to go to talk to them. They in turn write back what they’ve learned and how their own training is going. They’ll make general yet. When they have time, they train together. Fighting one on one until one of them submits. (Neither ever does. It’s time spent together and they want it to last.) At the end of the session they sit back to back for as long as they can get away with, without someone finding out.
They’re not ashamed of one another, but it’s safer if no one knows. They know this is not love, but they also know they would miss the other into eternity if they were gone. This was safer to let no one know.
They depart and go back to letters. For most people this isn’t enough. They need contact and the person to be there with them. But neither of them need those things. They just need the other’s understanding. The knowledge that someone is there, listening.
It’s enough, and more than they could ever have asked for.
Hey there hon! First I’m sorry for the loss of your ps4 games’ data, this sucks D: If you feel like it, could we get some Ravus domestic headcannons? This man deserves more love. Thank you!
- He gets out of bed without a fuss, but he’s not actually awake. Mornings are a struggle with him. After years of waking up earlier than the sun, he finds them difficult now. He’ll wander around, and likely into a wall, if you let him.
- Coffee will be brewed, but he can’t be bothered to make his own. Rather, he’ll steal the nearest person’s cup and drink it. He has no preference for coffee, so long as he gets to drink it. (Good luck figuring out how he prefers it.)
- He let’s his hair air dry. Which is as pleasant as it is unpleasant. On one hand, there’s water droplets in some spots on the floor, and if he sits on the couch there’s a water stain growing where he’d be resting his head. On the other hand, his shampoo is really pleasant, and clings to cloth and clothes. So the place smells like him.
- He is also a breakfast thief. But he’s at least willing to SHARE his stolen goods. (He also prefers stealing food from others. Says it makes it taste better.)
- He helps with laundry. But be prepared for him to abscond with a blanket fresh from the dryer. He only helps until the blankets just for this purpose. Waiting to do the blankets till the end seems to be the wise choice. That way, everyone is happy. (The missing blanket, and Ravus, can be found on the couch later. Perhaps working on paperwork, or simply napping.)
- Lunch and dinners would be together. No matter what. Because honestly, it’s an excuse to step away from work. As for cooking, he doesn’t. He tried once. ONCE. And never again. So he likes restaurants and ordering in.
- The place is always spotless, and that’s Ravus’ doing. He is something of a neat freak. (Putting fingerprints on the windows, or on any surface really, will get under his skin in a record amount of time.)
- There is always a single Sylleblossom in a small vase on the counter. No idea where he gets them, but he changes it out every week. (The ones from the past are placed in books and forgotten about.)
- He will deal with spiders. Enough said.
- If he’s stressed, he rearranges the furniture. Which is troubling. He’ll likely forget in the morning and stumble over the coffee table.
- Passive aggressive post it notes are sometimes left around the place. Mostly directed at himself. Grocery lists are the most entertaining thing you’ll see.
- He forgets to lock the doors at night, so locking them would be your job.
- He tends to sleep on the couch. A lot. Simply because he’s tire and can’t be bothered to move. Mentioning how frequently he does to him will be met with denial. Then he’d make it a point to go to bed just to prove he doesn’t sleep on the couch as much as you say. (It’ll last a week.)
- If you’re sitting on the couch, your lap will be claimed as a pillow and he’ll refuse to move. But unless you move him he falls asleep and won’t wake up, and who could disturb him when he looks so at ease?
1/2 Matchup please? I’m a straight lady. I’m small (5’2), curvy/chubby with dark brown hair to my hips, warm tanned skin covered in dark beauty marks, and dark brown eyes. I’m very shy and quiet and prefer to be unnoticed. I don’t speak much, even to those I’ve known forever. I speak through my actions. I’m very good at putting people at ease and enjoy making others smile through small acts of kindness. I’m also very good at having non-verbal conversations across a room, which often turn silly.
I match you with Ravus!
He’s also a person of actions rather than words. Which would work in both your favor, as you’d both be used to just reading one another’s cues in your movements. Ravus being put at ease would be a challenge, he’s high strung and knows it. But he’d appreciate the effort if you did try to ease his mind. Nonverbal conversations across the room are something you’re both good at. However, he wouldn’t expect the silliness and might let a laugh slip or two.
Ravus is someone who likes structure and patterns. So the spontaneity would thoroughly catch him off guard when it happens, but he’d trust you enough to follow along if you decided to drag him along. The first time you’d end up hurting yourself, he’d probably want to put you in a plastic bubble to keep you safe. He’d hope you’d be more careful in the future, and resign himself to looking after your injuries should they occur. Because of your stubbornness, you’d be sure you wouldn’t have to be looked after. As for quick wits? Lets just say verbal sparring is a thing that happens all too often, and leaves anyone who over hears you both with spinning heads.
Fluffy ravus headcanons? ;v;
Ravus has one of those tiny cute sneezes. Which is why you never hear him sneeze. He hides it by just suddenly walking off in the middle of a conversation and going to his quarters or somewhere he can be alone and sneeze in peace. He’s terribly embarrassed of it.
Much to everyone’s surprise, he does have a hobby. It’s drawing. He can craft the most beautiful portraits if given enough time. He’ll spends weeks on one drawing, and it very meticulous about the details. But he is also very shy about this hobby, and no one has ever seen a finished piece.But if one went into his quarters, they might be privileged enough to get a glimpse of a work in progress on his desk.
He used to have a nervous habit of twirling a strand of hair around his fingers when his hair got longer. But he grew out of it. Or so he tells everyone. (If you hang around him enough, you’ll notice that he still does play with the strands when distracted.) (Also, if he has an s/o, he’d actually end up playing with the strands of their hair instead should they be close enough.)
When Ravus is drunk he actually lets his wit shine through. Honestly, he could probably out pun Ignis, but he would also not remember it in the morning.
He has a good luck charm, given to him by his mother. It’s a small, and delicate, Sylleblossom pin. He has it pinned to the inside of his jacket, so only he can see it when he absolutely needs to.
To those he cares for, he is very gentle. Almost comically so. If he was to hold their hand, his grip would be feather light and soft, almost as if he was afraid of holding it any tighter.
All in all, he has a very soft personality that is hidden very deeply. If he’d grown up under his mother, he’d probably be one of the most compassionate people in the world.
Oh God, I loved how you wrote my request (about falling for the wrong person), it was absolutely perfect! Can I ask for similar one but with other characters, maybe Luna and Ravus or any characters that you would like to write about? It’s okay if you don’t want to though :))
No problem! I can’t think of any for other characters unfortunately. But Luna and Ravus did get something.
Luna:
She wants to believe that the pain from their past is what causes them to verbally lash out at everyone. And that as the oracle and their friend, she could heal them. Even if this darkness wasn’t the one she was blessed enough to take away. Her brother would try to convince her that her efforts are in vain. Soon after, he switch to saying she had tried hard enough. There was no healing them. But she’d keep pushing and pushing, hoping to reach through their anger and the hurt to ‘who they really are’. But she can’t. No matter what she does she can’t. Because she’d eventually realize, after yet another night of crying from their angry words, that the person she was looking for inside them didn’t exist. There was just their anger. And it would cause her to learn her hardest lesson:
You can’t heal everyone.
Ravus:
Training under the empire was an interesting time for him. He’d been beaten, bloodied, and bruised from training. However, he’d give as good as he got to his sparring partner, and their anger from the bouts against each other soon dissolved into misplaced feelings on both their parts. They’d hurt each other, and somehow, that became how they showed affection for one another. Hurting each other was the only way they could express what they felt, and it was far from healthy. During a visit to Luna, she’d worry about him. Noticing that he was slightly manic in his actions. And he’d snap out of the fervor he’d managed to work himself into. Upon returning to training, he’d see the same look on their face, and try to snap them out of it. But when he couldn’t he’d give up on them, ask to switch partners, and refocus on his goals.
There are people you’ll meet who’s just won’t be good for you, and no matter how much you care for them, you aren’t good for them either.
Can you do a headcanon thingy for Ravus who’s trying to court very shy and gentle person but ending up scaring a shit out of them and Luna have to “say the day”?
Ah! I’ve never done anything for Ravus, but I’ll do my best!
Ravus, despite all outward appearances and the confidence he has in battle, is completely at loss for what to do when it comes to liking someone.
It doesn’t help that the person he ended up liking has the deposition of a hyper-alert rabbit.
Every time he tries to approach, they seem to find something else to do and leave in a hurry.
This goes on for a while, and he doesn’t realize it, but his face grows more and more displeased every time they see him.
So his crush, thinking that they’ve somehow angered him, avoids him as much as possible and tries to stay out of his way for the most part.
Which ends up frustrating him even further.
So he tries, against his and Luna’s better judgement, to sneak up on them.
Well. It works.
They jump about a mile in the air, but once they settle down he actually manages tot get them to stay for a few moments to talk(Which ends up mostly being him speaking and trying to coax them into a conversation). But then, just like always, they bolt.
And they end up becoming a ghost for the most part when Ravus is around.
They see him before he sees them? Whoops! Away they go! They forgot they need something in the cellar.
He sees them before they see him? They’ll feel his stare and make themself scarce before he can approach them. (Which leads to some rather odd hiding places…like under a rose bush.)
Sometimes he finds them, sometimes he doesn’t. Either way, he gets this funny look on his face and his crush worries about that look sometime. He’ll help them out from where they’ve hidden and they’ll have a very…lack luster conversation. (Pulling them out of the rose bush was an event. One that resulted in tangled hair and rose petals clinging to the both of them for days. Neither bring this incident up in conversation. Ever.)
Gist of it is, Ravus is very…stubborn when if comes to pursuing someone they like. And his crush is very timid, and naturally runs from things that are chasing them.
Eventually, Luna has heard enough about the two dancing around each other and is nearly pulling out her hair in frustration. (She really wants her brother to be happy.)
She honestly feels like their opposing natures would compliment each other well, and bring balance into both their lives.
She decides to meddle and brings his crush flowers, stating they’re from Ravus.
The crush doesn’t understand, but accepts them with a pleasant smile on their face. (Luna is much easier to be around.)
Luna proceeds to explain things clearly in a gentle manner of why it seemed like Ravus was being a bit overbearing. This of course flusters his crush and they burry their face in the flowers Luna brought to them.
At this moment Luna counts her blessing as Ravus just happened to be walking by where the two were speaking. She waves him over and gets them to talk, actually talk this time, before taking her leave.
From there it would be up to Ravus to figure things out, and to the crush as well. (Though I think they’d both, after speaking for a moment, be pleasantly surprised about where this was going.)
Imagine Final Fantasy 