🎸Violet — Violet Promise — 巡音がルノ

Kamui Galuno(Megurine Galuno /神威がルノ/巡音がルノ) is MyOC 🎸 Kamui Galuno 🏷️ Representative Flower Violet 📚 Alternative Name Violet 📖 Floriography Sincerity · Loyalty · Humility · Devotion · Lasting Companionship 🎨 Design Concept Small yet full of vitality, the violet reflects Galuno’s cheerful, warm, sincere, and occasionally mischievous personality. His outfit features lightweight petal-inspired tailoring, asymmetrical musical details, and flexible fabrics suited for energetic movement, highlighting his youthful charm, improvisational talent, and approachable liveliness. 💜💗💜💗💜 Story 💗💜💗💜💗 The Invitation of the Violet Mirror Lake When night descended, the entire garden seemed to be draped in a veil of soft violet silk. The stone steps and vine-covered trellises that had been clearly visible during the day lost their sharp outlines beneath the moonlight, leaving only edges traced in silver. Countless violets bloomed quietly along the lakeshore. Though their delicate five-petaled flowers grew close to the earth, their deep purple hues dyed the night darker than a dream. Galuno passed beneath the final arch of flowering vines and arrived at the edge of the mirror lake. He stopped. The surface was so calm that not even the smallest ripple disturbed it. A full moon was reflected perfectly in the water, as though one moon hung in the sky while another rested upon the earth. Violet petals floated across the lake, beginning at his feet and stretching toward its center, forming a faint pathway of flowers. At the end of that path stood a white circular pavilion illuminated by moonlight. A night breeze swept past him. Galuno’s long purple hair rose gently behind him, its pink-tinted ends catching the lantern light like softly glowing embers. The long locks growing in front of both ears fell clearly to his waist, brushing over the deep-purple fabric of his clothes whenever he moved. The curved ahoge atop his head swayed lightly in the wind, adding an almost imperceptible touch of playfulness to his otherwise elegant and mysterious appearance. He lowered his gaze to the lake. A young man dressed in an ornate violet-themed outfit looked back at him from the reflection. The fitted deep-purple high-collared vest emphasized his slender, distinctly masculine figure. Silver vine embroidery climbed along the edges of the garment, encircling a violet gemstone brooch at his chest. A white-and-lavender shoulder cape draped from one side, while translucent violet-black coat tails opened slowly in the breeze like layers of flower petals. Galuno studied his reflection, his expression quieter than usual. The purple of his right eye blended into the floral shadows upon the lake, while the blue of his left resembled moonlight sinking into deep water. Both colors appeared together in the reflection, so close that it seemed he could touch another version of himself merely by leaning forward. He had assumed that tonight would be nothing more than a solitary walk. Yet the moment he entered the mirror-lake garden, the violet petals floating upon the water had begun to glow, one after another. As though they had been waiting for someone. Or waiting for him to make a choice. Galuno gently raised the lantern in his hand. It was a small lamp formed from silver vines, with a violet crystal set at its center and several blooming violets wrapped around its frame. Its light was not bright, but it softly illuminated his fingers, his sleeve, and the side of his face. “Do you want me to cross?” he asked quietly into the empty garden. There was no answer. Only a butterfly glowing with pale violet light rose from the flowerbed. It circled his shoulder once before landing on the first petal of the pathway leading toward the center of the lake. Galuno watched it and could not help but laugh softly. “Is that supposed to be an invitation?” The butterfly fluttered its wings and flew forward. Holding the lantern beside him, Galuno stepped onto the floral path. The instant his boot touched the surface, the petals did not sink. A soft light spread beneath his foot, forming rings of violet ripples. The moon reflected upon the water broke apart beneath them, only to gather itself again behind him. Galuno continued forward, one step at a time. The violets on either side bloomed as he passed, lifting their flowers from sleep like countless tiny eyes watching him. Luminous butterflies flew from the shore, circling his long hair and flowing coat. The translucent tails of his outfit skimmed the lake, yet not a single drop of water clung to them. When he reached the middle of the path, he suddenly stopped. The pavilion ahead remained empty. Behind him, the garden had already disappeared beneath a thin veil of mist. For a moment, he seemed to be standing between the night sky and the lake, with no visible path behind him and no clear destination ahead. Galuno’s fingers tightened slightly around the lantern handle. The violet crystal reflected in his mismatched eyes, illuminating the brief hesitation he could not conceal. He was not afraid of whatever might be waiting ahead. He simply did not know whom he would find when he reached the pavilion. Perhaps no one would be there. Perhaps the garden had prepared nothing more than a lonely dream meant for him alone. The night breeze came again. The two long locks in front of his ears were blown across his chest, resting softly against his clothing. He raised his free hand to move them aside, but just as his fingers began to lower, he noticed another shadow appearing upon the water. It was not his reflection. It was the silhouette of someone standing opposite him. Galuno immediately looked up. There was still no one ahead. He turned his gaze back toward the lake. The shadow remained. Its indistinct form stood beneath the moonlight, one hand extended toward him, palm open. The surface of the lake began to glow in response. Galuno did not retreat. He observed it silently for a moment, and the caution in his eyes gradually softened into understanding. It was not the reflection of any real person. It was a wish given form by the garden. An expectation hidden within his heart—one he had never spoken aloud and perhaps had never wished to acknowledge. He was accustomed to smiling among others. He was accustomed to answering every question with confidence and extending his hand whenever someone needed him. Yet when the night grew quiet and he was left alone, there were moments when he wished someone else would come to him first. Not because they needed his comfort. Not because they wanted him to provide an answer. Simply because they wanted to remain beside him. The figure upon the lake continued to hold out its hand. Galuno looked at it, and a gentle smile slowly appeared upon his lips. “I see.” His voice was quiet. “You are not asking me to walk toward someone.” “You are asking whether I am willing to let someone come closer.” Violet petals began to rise around him. Galuno relaxed his grip on the lantern. Then he lifted his other hand and reached toward the figure. His palm faced upward, his five fingers naturally extended. It was not an attempt to seize an illusion. It was a sincere invitation. “Then come to me.” His voice entered the night—soft and calm, yet unwavering. “No matter where you are now.” “No matter how long it takes you to reach this place.” “This time, I will leave my hand here for you.” The moment his words faded, the figure upon the lake disappeared. In its place, a brilliant violet light spread across the water. Every violet floating on the surface bloomed at once. Hundreds of petals rose from the lake and swirled around Galuno. Moonlight, lantern light, and his own reflection mingled together until the entire mirror lake resembled a flowing river of purple stars. The distant pavilion also began to glow. Before its entrance, an arch formed from violets and silver vines slowly unfolded. Galuno remained among the swirling petals, not yet continuing forward. His hand was still extended in invitation. A breeze carried his long hair behind him, purple strands and pink-tinted ends streaming through the air. The lantern hung from his other hand, its warm violet glow illuminating his face from below and making his mismatched eyes appear clearer than the stars reflected upon the lake. This time, he no longer looked down at his own reflection. Instead, he raised his head and gazed beyond the pathway, toward the person who had not yet appeared. His smile was no longer merely elegant or mysterious. It now carried something more honest. Expectation. A glowing violet butterfly landed upon the tip of his outstretched finger. Galuno remained still so as not to disturb it. “Are you the first one to accept my invitation?” he asked with a soft laugh. The butterfly gently fluttered its wings. A moment later, it rose into the air again and flew toward the pavilion. Galuno watched it disappear into the distance before finally stepping forward. He continued toward the center of the lake. With every step, the petals behind him scattered apart. Yet the pathway did not vanish. Instead, they transformed into tiny points of violet light and remained upon the water. Like a trail of footprints. Or a path left behind for someone who had yet to arrive. When Galuno entered the pavilion, the moon had reached its highest point. He placed the lantern upon the white stone table at its center, filling the surrounding space with soft violet light. Then he turned and looked back across the floral pathway he had crossed. There was still no one in the distance. But this time, he did not feel disappointed. Galuno leaned lightly against one of the stone columns. His long purple hair spilled over his shoulders, while the locks in front of his ears rested quietly at his waist. He lifted a hand and touched the violet ornament upon his chest, feeling the delicate texture of its petals beneath his fingertips. Violets never sought attention with enormous blossoms. They grew low to the ground—quiet and faithful—keeping their deepest longings close to the earth. Perhaps that was why they suited this night so perfectly. Some feelings did not need to be declared aloud. It was enough to leave a lantern burning, a path open, and a hand extended throughout the long wait. The petals upon the lake shimmered again. Galuno raised his head. From beyond the thin mist, there seemed to come the faintest sound of approaching footsteps. He did not leave the pavilion to meet them. Nor did he withdraw the hope he had offered. He simply smiled again and extended his hand toward the floral path. “Take your time,” Galuno said to the slowly parting mist. “I will wait for you here.” Moonlight fell across his long hair, weaving together shades of purple and pink. Violets bloomed all along the lake. And from that night onward, the path leading to his side never disappeared again. 💜💗💜💗💜 OC information 💗💜💗💜💗 The fourth and fifth children of Kamui Gakupo and Megurine Luka Twin Markers: Kamui Twins (神威双子)/ Megurine Twins(巡音双子) Age: Kamui Galuno(Megurine Galuno /神威がルノ/巡音がルノ) : 13 Kamui Galune(Megurine Galune /神威がルネ/巡音がルネ ) : 12 神威がルノ/神威がルネ Birthday: Galuno: 12/31 Galune: 1/1 Gender: Galuno (Male) / Galune (Female) Hair Color / Style: Pink-purple long hair, reaching the waist Hair Note: Originally, both had identical hairstyles, but they were slightly modified so fans could distinguish them Eye Color: Galuno (Left purple, Right blue) / Galune (Left blue, Right purple) Personality: Galuno: Sunny, cheerful, outgoing, warm-hearted, occasionally mischievous Galune: Playful and lively, extroverted, adventurous, mischievous and spirited Skills: Guitar as main instrument Galuno: Rhythm and improvisation Galune: Melody composition, voice imitation, dance Likes / Traits: Enjoys interacting and playing small games together; often performs impromptu music shows Full Name / Stage Name: Kamui Galuno / Megurine Galuno ; Kamui Galune / Megurine Galune Name Meaning: Galuno: Father “Ga” + Mother “Lu” + “No”, symbolizes promise and hope Galune: Father “Ga” + Mother “Lu” + “Ne” → “Sound”, symbolizes music, sound, and melody Note: Megurine Luka gave birth to Galuno before New Year’s Eve and Galune after New Year’s Day. Although they are twins, their birth times follow the complete birth schedule determined by the doctor. The whole family of seven spent New Year’s Eve together in the hospital