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❛ Does the WOLF apologize when he stands on top??
Should the LION say his GRACE when he takes his mark??
I do what I need to, what I have to
TO SURVIVE.
I do what I need to, what I have to, and you can TRY to be CIVILIZED
but I’m going to STAY ALIVE. ❜
❪ Does the wolf apologize?? ❫
x. indie. selective. cared for by Kii. x. noctis lucis caelum. x. est. oct 31.
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Altissia at night
you think i’m smiling, but no ———
IT’S A W A R N I N G.
"Can I listen to your heartbeat?"
the question surprises the prince tremendously and he nearly withdraws back within his shell completely, though he remains steady enough thanks to his curiosity. “ why? it’s still beating the same as before. “ noctis knows that the blandness to his tone only sounds like the whole thing offends him, but in reality, does his heart still beat the same? is it even beating at all? he’s been through so much that maybe it’s grown cold.
no longer beating with the rhythm of the war-drums.
silent like insomnia.
majesty shifts now, a glovelet hand brushing over his midnight shirt as lips pull up into a small smile. false comfort that only he can manage in this time. “ don’t worry, roxas. i promise that it’s still beating. “ but in reality, it no longer beat the same as before.
A large head rested firmly atop black hair. The chocobo chirping softly, but making a loud "Kweh!", feathers fluffing every time the man seemed like he was about to move. What will he do now?
noctis has a soft spot for these giant yellow birds. while not as serious as prompto, it was right in line behind the boy. with the weight upon ashen spikes, the heir brings his arms around the chocobo’s neck as he steps forward to bury his face in its feathers. “ yeaaaaah, who’s a pretty birdie~? “ he coos, not caring if anyone heard his baby-talk or not. “ you wanna come with me? we can go on an adventure. “
This came out…way better worse than I expected
survival; [ser-vahy-vuh l] noun.
1. the act of dying slower than those around you.
shirvdo :
weapon ready he observes how the prince throws himself into the battlefield. seeing how the others distract the monster while they attack gladio carefully approaches and hits his target with full force but still it needs more than that to take it down. “as if i’m gonna lose to you, princess.” he teased. “i’m gonna win this!” he had something in mind if he was able to pick next night’s dinner and oh boy noctis is gonna suffer.
out pops the prince from behind the daemon, engine blade poised and accepting the blow that is delivered when swung. a nice blindside attack before noctis is looking to gladio with a smile on his face and nodding his head. “ now might be the time to start worrying about that dinner, big guy! but this hit is all on you! “
the walking dead starters ( s7ep7 - part two.)
!!! SPOILER ALERT !!! FOR THOSE WHO HASN’T WATCHED THIS EPISODE YET !!!
“ i want to get to know you a little better, ___”
“ work it out. you’re smart.”
“ you’re smart enough to know that i’m not gonna let this slide.”
“ ahh, i can’t – i can’t do it.”
“ it’s like talking to a birthday present. you gotta take that crap off. i want to see what grandma got me.”
“ do you really want to piss me off?”
“ christ! that is disgusting. no wonder you cover that up.”
“ have you seen it? i mean, have you looked in a mirror? that is gross as hell.”
“ i want to touch it. oh, come on. can i touch it?”
“ damn. holy hell, kid. look, i… i just… it’s easy to forget that you’re… just a kid.”
“ i didn’t mean to hurt your feelings or anything. i… i was just screwing around.”
“ just forget it.”
“ seriously? i NEVER do that.”
“ i guess a kid firing a machine gun is a little bit of a distraction.”
“ all jokes aside, you look rad as hell.”
“ i wouldn’t cover that shit up.”
“ i swear to you, NO ONE is gonna screw with you looking like that. no, sir.”
“ were you gentle? were you kind?”
“ i’m just screwing around, man!”
“ get the hell out.”
“ now, you see? that’s what i’m talking about. men breaking each other’s balls.”
“ what do you like to do for fun?”
“ i want you to sing me a song.”
“ i want something in return for that.”
“ do not let me distract you.”
“ weird, huh?”
“ damn. dead, huh?”
“ you see it happen?”
“ i shot him/her. before it could…”
“ damn, no wonder you’re a little serial killer in the making.”
“ that was an example of breaking balls, by the way.”
“ hold that for me.”
“ what’s about to happen is gonna be hard to watch.”
“ i don’t want to do it.”
“ i wish i could just ignore the rules and let it slide, but i CAN’T.”
“ rules are what make it all work.”
“ i know it’s not easy.”
“ if you try to skirt it, if you try to cut that corner, then it is the iron for you.”
“ on your feet.”
“ ah, that wasn’t so bad, now, was it?”
“ clean that up.”
“ i’m all done, do your thing.”
“ well, the pussy passed out.”
“ it’s settled, we’re square. everything is cool.”
“ i hope we all learned something today, because i don’t EVER want to have to do that again.”
“ some crazy shit, huh? you probably think i’m a lunatic.”
“ come on. let’s go figure out what to do with you.”
“ i didn’t want to come back here.”
“ i’m not trying to definitively stop ya. just maybe slow your roll.”
“ i’m not waiting.”
“ that’s just being stupid.”
“ you don’t know what the hell you’re talking about.”
“ it doesn’t matter if you’re stealthy, snipey, gun or knifey. they have the numbers.”
“ someone has to pay the price. even if you’re willing… from all we’ve seen, it’s not a lock you’ll be the one.”
“ will the man who killed the man who saved our lives die?”
“ you’re not talking me out of this, ___!”
“ you owe me, and you owe ___”
“ if there’s a price, i’ll pay it. but don’t you tell me no.”
“ you don’t know anything, you don’t DO anything.”
“ you’re a coward. and you’re weak.”
“ for once, do something useful.”
“ don’t beat yourself up.”
“ you sold ‘em out, right? you had to.”
“ it’s not what happened.”
“ whatever helps you sleep at night.”
“ how do YOU sleep at night?”
“ you should go. someone’s going to see us.”
“ no, you absolutely cannot.”
“ why the hell not?”
“ look at this badass.”
“ you can’t because i’m not done with you.”
“ what? you got something to say?”
“ why haven’t you killed me?”
“ you see, s/he thinks s/he’s holding it together, but you saw it.”
“ you on the other hand… we shall see.”
“ it’s more productive to break you. more fun, too. you thinking that’s stupid?”
“ i’m thinking we’re different.”
“ what do you think i should do? you know i can’t let you go.”
“ so, do i kill you? iron your face? chop off your arm? tell me. what do you think?”
“ i think you should jump out the window to save me the trouble of killing you.”
“ now, there is the ___ that impressed the hell outta me.”
“ i think you’re not saying what you’re gonna do to me, because you’re not going to do anything.”
“ if you knew us, if you knew anything, you WOULD kill us.”
“ maybe you’re right. maybe i can’t.”
“ let’s go for a ride.”
“ if you do anything to him/her…”
“ what next? you want my shoes?”
“ great, great, great, great, great, GREAT!”
“ dooooon’t care ~”
“ cool. i’ll wait.”
“ we’re practically starving here.”
“ starving? you? by ‘practically’ you mean ‘not really.’ ”
“ REALLY? you people seriously don’t have a sense of humor.”
“ excuse me. what’s your name again?”
“ i am sorry for having been so rude to you just now.”
“ it looks like i’m gonna be here for a while.”
“ if you’d like, i think it would be enjoyable to screw your brains out.”
“ i mean, y’know, if you’re agreeable to it.”
“ i am about 50% more into you now. just sayin’.”
“ all right, well, i’m just gonna put my feet up and wait for my stuff to get here.”
“ would you be a lamb and make us a little lemonade?”
“ now, i know i left you some of that good powdered stuff.”
“ take me on the grand tour!”
“ how ‘bout this one?”
“ are you serious, ___? come on.”
“ oh-ho, my… look at this little angel.”
“ i’m sorry for what i said.”
“ i reject that.”
“ you meant it, you felt it, that’s your truth.”
“ i’d like to take it back to awkward silence now.”
“ find what you wanted?”
“ hey, neighbor. why don’t you come by later? we might grill out.”
“ oh, i like it here. i just might have to stay here.”
“ you know, i was thinking about what you said earlier, ___. maybe it IS stupid keeping you alive.”
“ i mean, why am i trying so hard?”
“ maybe i should just bury you in one of those flower beds? huh?”
“ what do you think about that?”
”You’re not the only one who’s having a tough time. We’re all on edge.”
Ardyn: Let the games… begin.
Noctis: No. Now they end.
