The Dragon's Devoted

Indie RP blog for Sir Terence from FFXVI. Sideblog to @phoenixfiiire

[dragondevoted]

Hello and welcome to my little indie blog for Terence Galeus from Final Fantasy XVI. If you aren’t familiar with XVI, that isn’t really a problem - I will write with other fandoms and OCS - but I do wonder how you got here.

Please note this blog will not even attempt to be spoiler free.

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This is a sideblog to @phoenixfiiire; all follows will come from there. This blog is also heavily associated with @dragonliiight.

[dragondevoted]

Hello! I believe most people following this blog already know this, but this will be archived as Terence and Kihel are being moved to @stormandash.

All current threads will be continued there!

[dragondevoted]

@phoenix-flamed asked: ❝ there are better hills to die on, but i find this one quite comfortable. ❞ | VARIOUS SENTENCE STARTERS | Accepting

Well, that was certainly bold and unusual to hear coming from a bearer. Not that Terence had any room to really judge, and not that he wanted to - but for appearance's sake, no one except for Dion knew that truth.

The whole situation was absurd and deeply uncomfortable. He hated bearers - not for who they were, but for how they were treated and how little he could actually do to help them. Terence had taken to avoiding them almost religiously, choosing to deal with every menial task himself. Of course, there were times it wasn't avoidable, and now was one of them.

A gift to the new Order, from His Radiance himself. Bearers who clearly had no other use, or who were meant as spies for the Emperor.

It had been on Dion's suggestion that he take one of the bearers with him when Terence had gone hunting for the cockatrices; certain tail feathers could be used to help ease the pain of lithification, something that Dion needed badly. Terence didn't really need help hunting the vicious little monsters, nor did he really need help cleaning them to look for any usable feathers, but that part of the process could have been sped up with help.

Help that wasn't going to come, apparently.

"Suit yourself." There was more than enough blood already staining his gloves and the front of his pants for Terence to get caught up in a fight with someone else. Maybe this was a test that he was going to have deemed failed since he didn't push it, but it was getting late and he didn't want to have to stop for the night before returning to camp. "Just keep watch, then." On the off chance this beast happened to have a mate.

[dragondevoted]

@warofthebeasts asked: ❝ do you know where we're going or are we just trying to get lost now? ❞ | SENTENCE STARTERS | Accepting

The SOLDIER - second class, not first - bit back a noise of irritation at the question. It was a valid one, and he couldn't deny that there was part of him that was hoping to waylay Sephiroth long enough for the both of them to be considered well and truly lost, but it hadn't actively crossed his mind.

If the fact that he had allowed one of ShinRa's prized experiments to escaped hadn't yet reached Sephiroth, it would eventually. Unless somehow they had yet to figure out it had been him, but that wouldn't be possible. He had needed to use his security access ID to be able to get the doors open to break Bahamut out; ShinRa would be able to trace it back to him with ease.

So the best thing for him to do would be to shake Sephiroth, and the best way to do that would be to get back to their relay point so that Terence could split away without suspicion.

The only problem was that he was fairly certain they were lost. A quick glance at his phone made it clear the GPS was not picking up any signal. Great... Some rotten luck he had.

"Option three: I never should have been the one in lead, and we are actually lost."

[dragondevoted]

@dragonliiight asked: COMFORT]: sender cups a distressed receiver's face in their hands and steadies them by resting their foreheads together. | REASONS TO CUP A FACE | Accepting

They were about half a mile away from the village when Terence's legs finally gave way, resulting in him collapsing heavily to the ground. It should have hurt-- but he felt nothing except for the pounding of his heart inside his chest. His ears were ringing and he could feel his chest rising and falling rapidly, could tell he was panting, but it all felt... disconnected. Distant. It was happening to someone else, not to him.

His hands were dirty, except it wasn't all dirt. Some of it was crumbled stone that still stained his palms. It had been her-

"Terence."

His gaze snapped upward, brown eyes wild and unfocused. There was someone in front of him, someone who crouched down, and he flinched back before feeling hands pressing against his cheeks. A surge of panic rose in his chest, though it quieted as the figure spoke again.

"Terence."

The figure's head tilted forward, and everything snapped into focus. Dion. He was there, breathing with him, holding him, helping him through the sharp bitter pain that felt like it was threatening to swallow him whole.

They couldn't stay here. The town was burning to the ground behind them, and it wouldn't be long before they were found. That couldn't happen. They had to go-- and he stood on shaky, unsteady legs.

There was no point in Dion asking if he was okay. Still, Terence nodded as a small thanks. "I know. We have to keep moving."

[dragonliiight]

All Dion could do was sob and cry in that moment, even though it was weakness. He could hear his father's scolding words in the back of his head that crying was weakness and prince's did not cry. He had to be the light and shining hope of the Empire, it's what he was born for!

But that burden weighed too heavily on him. In this moment he was just a child begging for anyone's approval-- begging to be enough as Dion, not as Bahamut.

His vision was blurry was tears as he sobbed, it was only Terence resting on him that snapped him from near hysterical sobbing. His words were a small act of kindness that meant the world to Dion.

"Bahamut... isn't supposed to be nice. He's supposed to be strong," Dion sobbed softly, but found himself leaning on Terence ever so slightly.

"I... wonder if it's because of my birth that I can't... handle things like a proper noble should. Father makes it sound so.. so easy."

[dragondevoted]

Something strange felt like it was twisting inside of Terence's chest as he heard Dion cry. He was too young to really understand the emotions or the urge that came with it, the way he wanted to try to hug Dion until he stopped crying. It was a far too intimate gesture to make right now, and instead he stayed where he was, simply being by Dion's side as his face and knuckles throbbed painfully from their earlier fight.

"Proper nobles are never nice people." The words were muttered out lowly. Maybe it was harsh to say, and close to treason, but they never were. They were always just awful and self centered and cared more about appearances than they did about people.

He was quiet, his breathing ragged through his mouth due to his broken nose. Then: "Do you... want to be my friend?"

[dragonliiight]

It was irritating that Annabella had these impromptu luncheon's. They served little only to chatter and gawk about how good Olivier was doing in school-- even though, rumors from other families told Dion that had Anabella not constantly intervened in her son's life that Olivier would have been expelled for some rather...unsavory things.

It was the hypocrisy of it all that made him want to drink. Olivier could kill the class pet and still receive accolades, but Dion worked himself to the bone to keep the company profitable and it would never be mentioned. And sometimes it felt wrong to feel that way-- like he was acting like a petulant child or a spoiled teenager.

But was it so wrong to want to feel welcomed by your own family...?

Dion sighed, "I guess I can't drink anymore. A shame."

Still, he knew better that to kick a gift horse in the mouth-- or however the saying went.

"I'll set an alarm." Dion said, acknowledging that he would at least try for Terence before skulking back to his room

[dragondevoted]

"Not tonight." Not ever, really. Oh, but that was being dramatic. Even Terence enjoyed indulging every now and again. But Dion took it to an extreme that... if he was being very honest with himself, it worried Terence. Sure, it was easy to just cover those feelings up by saying it was just because of appearances, and there was no denying the truth in that sentiment, but there was also a small part of him that worried for Dion as a person. Drinking that much made it clear just how miserable he was existing, and there was the concern of what it was doing to his body as well.

Baby steps. Tonight seemed to have been the first night that they weren't simply at each other's throats.

"But if tomorrow goes well, maybe then."

It was strange. They were engaged to be married, but they didn't share a bed. Outside of planned public outings they didn't touch each other. They were effectively strangers, a realization that left Terence with a sudden ache in his chest that he knew better than to express to Dion. It was just as well; the other seemed intent on just heading to his room and sleeping.

Terence headed to his own, teeth pressed heavily against his inner cheek. The painful surge faded after several long moments, allowing him to be able to try to find solace in sleep.

[warofthebeasts]

His campsite was small and far enough from the sounds of the raging battle that though Sephiroth was curious enough about it, it was not enough to prompt him to leave the small fire to investigate. The affairs of empires and kingdoms was never of importance to him, not when he'd long ago turned his back on those who would use him purely for their own gain.

The sound of someone walking had Sephiroth standing from his makeshift chair from a tree stump. He turned, alarmed, wary, and backed several steps away from the sound's source. A hand went to the knife at his waist, but he didn't draw it.

It could be danger, but he'd rather be sure.

It was a person. It wasn't someone wearing armor that he was familiar with, though that was never a surprise. He moved himself closer to a large tree, as if he thought it might protect him.

"No," he answered.

"What do you want?"

[dragondevoted]

Out of every answer that Terence had been expecting, the simple no was the last one he had imagined anyone out here, especially a child, would say. They were on the outskirts of a warzone; the thought that he was here by any reason other than accident would have never crossed his mind.

The following question was perhaps a little less shocking, but given the current situation no good answer was immediately available for Terence to draw upon.

"I-- it's not safe here." It wasn't really an answer, just an observation, but a child wasn't supposed to be this close to the battlefield. Of course, war did not differentiate between those who deserved to be there and those who didn't, but Terence could do his best to try to be better than reality.

He took one step forward, blinking as he could better see the fact that there was clearly a makeshift campsite set up here. If he didn't know better, he'd say the young man was living here. Which wasn't impossible, but...

"There's a war that may be heading here. You're at risk if you stay here."

[phantasiiae]

"...Well, yes. You know the empress gave birth to a son recently, and...it certainly makes things less than ideal. My father grows more and more distant from me with each passing day, and I--I often find it difficult to know exactly where I stand now." It feels nice to say it out loud, but how he wishes he didn't have to burden Terence with his ills. He sighs, leaning against the balcony and looking down at the people below. It fascinates him, how each and every one of them lead their own complicated lives. He wants to right by them, but now...

Now he's not so sure if he'll ever see the day he'll become Emperor. While some would be elated at the thought of not having to bear that kind of weight, it's something that Dion has been wanting, not for himself, but for the betterment of the empire.

Now, he thinks Sylvestre only sees him as Bahamut rather than his son and future heir. He has nothing to prove that line of thinking, but maybe he will soon.

"I apologize. You shouldn't have to listen to me complaining," Dion says with a shaky laugh. "But it is good to get it off of my chest."

[dragondevoted]

Terence listened quietly, his head shaking almost immediately on the heels of Dion's soft apology. It wouldn't be something that the Prince would be able to see right away, so on the heels of that came a soft "You don't need to apologize." He meant it; if just listening to the burdens that Dion had to shoulder then he was more than happy to do so. It seemed like such a small price to pay to feel like he was offering something back to the kindness the other had shown him.

"The birth of a new heir is never a simple situation." Especially when the firstborn heir was, technically, a bastard. Technically the new child, one born of both the Emperor and the new Empress, would outrank Dion and would take his role as Prince and Heir-To-Be.

But Dion was still Bahamut, and the power of a Dominant, especially one that was still viewed as the light of hope for all of Sanbreque, was not a person to be easily pushed aside. Not without losing the favor of many, and not without risking the anger of someone who would not easily fall in battle.

Even if Dion didn't turn on Sanbreque, which was more than likely considering the loyalty he had for people who didn't deserve it. But even if he didn't, losing the full support of a Dominant would cripple Sanbreque's position, and would open the doors to unfortunate machinations from the Dhalmekians and the Waloeders.

Which meant that the act had to be kept up to pretend that the new child wouldn't replace him. But... in his heart, Terence felt there was no point in viewing it as anything beyond deception.

"I have done as you've asked." There was little point in dwelling on this topic, though if Dion wished to speak about it more Terence would gladly listen. "Many of the dragoons are unwilling to join a contingency that would not be reporting to His Radiance. But there are about twenty men that have made it clear they already consider their loyalty with you. If you truly are serious about creating the Holy Order of the Dragoons, I believe we can start with them."

[soulprompts]

REASONS TO CARRY SOMEONE. ( A PROMPT LIST! )

listen, i'm back home now, i'm thinking about things, and i saw the maxton hall gifset floating around and i was like. yk what. carrying people is elite content, and gdi y'all deserve elite content! as always, DO NOT ADD OR EDIT THIS LIST! and there's a lil spicy addition under the readmore, but i left it there just in case people prefer to have a not-so-spicy version.

[ SLUMBER ]: sender picks up and carries the receiver because they're so sound asleep that they won't easily wake up.

[ INTERCEPT ]: sender picks up and carries the receiver out of the room because they're angry and on the brink of engaging in a fight with someone.

[ ASSIST ]: sender picks up and carries the receiver away for medical attention because they've been injured and can't walk easily.

[ HELP ]: sender picks up and carries the badly wounded receiver as fast as possible to the nearest hospital or the nearest place to administer urgent first-aid.

[ ELATION ]: sender scoops up the receiver and carries them away after a mutual victory, or having just received very good news (or maybe they're both just very happy for some reason!)

[ HOME ]: sender picks up the receiver to carry them over the threshold of their new home.

[ AID ]: sender finds the receiver too weak to move, and scoops them up to carry them to get some help.

[ UP ]: sender finds the receiver and picks them up to carry them a distance after learning they're unable to get up.

[ BAREFOOT ]: the sender picks up the receiver and carries them inside because they're not wearing any shoes.

[ WEARY ]: sender notices the receiver about to fall asleep during a task, and picks them up to carry them to bed so that they can actually sleep properly for once.

[ TWIRL ]: sender catches the receiver in their arms and spins them in a neat twirl just because they want to.

[ HERO ]: sender notices the receiver about to fall from a height, and manages to intervene just in time, catching them before they get hurt.

[ FLASH ]: the sender and receiver are part of a photoshoot, and in order to finish the last of the photos, the sender scoops up the receiver in their arms for the final pose.

[ TRAIN ]: during a training session (for a fight or a performance, dealer's choice!) the sender ends up holding the receiver in their arms during their session together.

[ URGENCY ]: sender carries the receiver away from danger after the receiver is revealed to be unable to move, either due to panic or injury.

[ OUT ]: sender grabs the receiver and lifts them into their arms after noticing them swaying and beginning to lose consciousness.

[ SCREAM ]: sender spots the receiver in a terrified or considerably panicked state, and picks them up to carry them to a less terrifying place to calm down.

[ LAZY ]: sender concedes to receiver's requests for a piggy-back ride home because they don't want to walk anymore, and carries them the rest of the distance home.

[ CAREFUL ]: sender gently lifts the receiver out of their seat and carries them carefully to bed after noticing they fell asleep and not wanting to waken them.

[ HASTE ]: in urgent need of getting to safety as fast as possible, the sender scoops up the receiver and starts running because it's quicker and easier to just carry them than expect them to keep pace.

[ FURTHER ]: sender, during an increasingly passionate make-out session with the receiver, suddenly takes them in their arms and carries them towards the bedroom to continue their evening in private.

[leneemusing]

A FEW VARIOUS SENTENCE STARTERS

❝ i wouldn't find the need to tell you 'i told you so' if you weren't so allergic to admitting i'm right. ❞

❝ there are better hills to die on but i find this one quite comfortable. ❞

❝ would you come with me please? i adore your company. ❞

❝ that's not the worst thing i've ever heard but it's certainly up there. ❞

❝ i would love to help you but i'm afraid i'm suffering from a terrible case of 'it's not my problem.' ❞

❝ could you just think about anyone other than yourself for once? ❞

❝ i'm not going to stand here and argue with you about how much you need to get some rest. if i find you passed out on the floor i'm leaving you there. ❞

❝ would you be a dear and shut the hell up. ❞

❝ i know i need help but i'm not quite ready to ask for it. ❞

❝ do you know where we're going or are we just trying to get lost now? ❞

❝ i have confided this in you, please do not betray that trust. ❞

❝ do you like it here? with me? ❞

❝ are you still happy? with me, i mean. with us. ❞

❝ i didn't lie, i simply presented a selective truth. ❞

❝ do you actually like spending time with me? because i feel like all you do is argue. ❞

❝ one of us will eventually have to have the strength to be honest with ourselves about each other. ❞

❝ i want to tell you something i just need a moment to figure out the right words. ❞

❝ if you were the religious type i would challenge god to win your devotion. ❞

❝ don't tell me to quit being melodramatic it's the only time i have any fun. ❞

❝ were you ever going to tell me or were you just going to make me guess what you're thinking and feeling. ❞

[nightprompts]

&. 𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐬.

( this is basically just a very self indulgent list of various fluff, angst, and suggestive themed dialogue sentence starters. )

❛ i could keep you safe. they’re all afraid of me. ❜

❛ i’m trying to fix your hair, so hold still. ❜

❛ your heart is beating so fast right now. ❜

❛ promise me you’ll still be here when i wake up. ❜

❛ you’re not as bad as everyone says you are. ❜

❛ i thought you’d like some company. ❜ 

❛ clean yourself up. you're getting blood all over the place. ❜

❛ here, give this a try and tell me what you think. ❜

❛ you can kiss me, you know. ❜

❛ come back to bed. ❜

❛ you look good like this. ❜

❛ working together again, it’s just like old times. ❜

❛ how is it you always know what i need, huh? ❜

❛ you’re lucky you got away with only a scratch. ❜ 

❛ i can’t imagine losing someone like that. i’m sorry. ❜

❛ you know you can always talk to me. ❜

❛ the only one who gets to kill you, is me. ❜

❛ so, what do i owe this pleasure? ❜

❛ ah, so you aren’t heartless after all. ❜

❛ may i have this dance? ❜ 

❛ it’s okay, you can touch me. i won't break. ❜

❛ enemies make the best lovers, you know. ❜

❛ hold still. this might sting a little. ❜

❛ we can't keep doing this. ❜ 

❛ you look like you've got something to say. ❜

❛ just relax and let me take care of you. ❜

❛ thought you’d be lighter without all that blood. ❜

❛ i had it under control. you didn’t need to do that. ❜

❛ everything looks so beautiful from up here. ❜

❛ you treat all your ladies like this? ❜

❛ well? how do i look? ❜

❛ can’t sleep? ❜

❛ do you mind if i smoke? ❜

❛ i’m scared of ending up alone. ❜

❛ i don’t think i’ve ever seen you smile. ❜

❛ how long has it been since you've slept? ❜

❛ you are losing my interest, and that’s very dangerous. ❜

❛ i’d suffer hell if you’d tell me what you’d do to me tonight. ❜

❛ you look really pretty right now. ❜

❛ i’ve never cared for anyone the way i care for you. ❜

❛ i’m not wearing any underwear. thought you’d like to know. ❜

❛ just a few more stitches and you’ll be as good as new. ❜

❛ i’d say we make a pretty good team. ❜

❛ i want you to forget this ever happened. ❜

❛ i'm here for business — not pleasure. ❜

❛ if i didn't know any better, i'd say you were jealous. ❜

❛ you'd look better down on your knees. ❜

❛ fine, keep acting like you hate me. ❜

❛ kiss me again. ❜

❛ are you asking me out on a date? ❜

❛ just sit there and look pretty and let me handle this. ❜

❛ you okay? caught you staring off into space again. ❜

❛ well, i do feel better now that you're here. ❜

❛ i'm not drunk enough for this. ❜ 

❛ why is it whenever we see each other, you’re covered in blood? ❜

❛ i was wrong about you. ❜ 

❛ the first time i met you, i had no idea you'd mean this much. ❜

❛ you gonna be a good girl / boy for me? ❜

❛ i’m not afraid of you. ❜

❛ books mean more to me than people anyway. ❜

❛ i just wanted to say thank you for protecting me. ❜

❛ how about a kiss goodnight? ❜

❛ i don’t have time for distractions right now. ❜

❛ you shouldn’t be out here by yourself. ❜ 

❛ if i have to think about one more thing today, my head will explode. ❜

[soulprompts]

REASONS TO CUP A FACE. ( A PROMPT LIST. )

with the help of some very talented and amazing friends, i present to you an unexpected, very spontaneous meme list based on the beautiful art of cupping someone's face! there's a mix of romantic and platonic here, and even a few that defy the boundaries of normal relationship dynamics! i hope you enjoy! as always; DO NOT ADD TO THIS LIST NOR CLAIM IT AS YOUR OWN!

[KISS]: sender cups the receivers face in their hands before drawing them closer for a kiss.

[CHECK]: after an unexpectedly violent situation, sender frantically rushes to check if the receiver is okay, cupping their face to look closer.

[CLEAN]: sender affectionately wipes a smudge of sauce from the corner of the receiver's mouth, cupping their face in the process.

[LIFT]: sender gently cups the receiver's face and lifts their chin so the receiver is looking up at them.

[COMFORT]: sender cups a distressed receiver's face in their hands and steadies them by resting their foreheads together.

[ATTENTION]: during an important conversation, the sender takes the receiver's face in their hands and firmly directs their focus on them.

[MAKE-UP]: while applying make-up on the receiver's face, the sender cups their face in order to keep them still.

[PRIDE]: after the receiver succeeds in a remarkable achievement, the sender cups their face and tilts their foreheads together to express how proud they are of them.

[WHISPER]: in order to have a private, hushed conversation with the receiver, the sender cups their face and draws them close to make sure they can be heard.

[HAIR]: in the process of pushing the receiver's hair back from their face, the sender lets their hand rest against the receiver's cheek a moment longer.

[GROUND]: during a moment of intense emotional stress, the sender gently takes the receiver's face in their hands to ground them until they're calmer again.

[WONDER]: unable to comprehend how incredible the receiver is, the sender decides to simply cup their face in their hands and marvel at them instead.

[LAST LOOK]: before going into a situation that may result in their death, the sender takes a moment to cup the unaware receiver's face in their hand, just to take a final look of admiration at them before they go.

[SACRIFICE]: the sender cups the receiver's face tenderly to distract them, right before shoving them out of the way (to safety) and facing an attack alone in order to buy the receiver enough time to escape.

[BELIEF]: in a moment where the receiver is lacking in self-confidence, the sender cups their face tenderly and professes their faith in the receiver's abilities.

[DISBELIEF]: after the receiver has done something completely unexpected (and reckless) the stunned sender cups their face in their hands while trying to get them to explain why the hell they did it.

[BETRAYAL]: trying to keep the receiver calm before the big reveal, the sender cups their face gently to keep them steady, and then reveals that they're the villain.

[WOUND]: after the receiver has been wounded, the sender tries to keep them calm and conscious by cupping their face in their hands and talking to them to keep them focused.

[INJURY]: after having been badly wounded themselves, the sender tries to reassure the frantic receiver by cupping their face and comforting them.

[RAMSAY]: after the receiver commits a culinary crime, the sender presses two slices of bread against either side of their face, cupping their face to hold the bread in place, and calls them an idiot sandwich.

[dragonliiight]

Terence put his belief's bluntly, but Dion didn't want to believe that. He may not have been able to completely overhaul the system, but maybe he could make lives better for the bearers in Sanbreque. He had to believe he could-- otherwise what was the point of all this? He didn't want to be a prince that only protected and nurtured some of his people.

"I don't want to. I don't care about being liked if the only way I can be liked is if I put someone else's blood on my hands. That's not a way I ever want to live." Dion said, irritation still lacing his tone as he pushed the iced crystal against Terence's nose just a bit more forcefully in retaliation.

"...Yeah relish in it cause that's the only time you're going to get to..." Dion smiled weakly.

There was a long pause before Dion looked down at the ground.

"...The Empress... isn't doing well. She's really sick. The chirurgeons say she's not long for this world. I thought to see her. She's my mother. Even if she never loved me, I....I wanted to let her know I still thought of her as my mother and that I loved her."

Tears began biting at Dion's eyes again, and then falling down in small droplets.

"I went to see her, and she just... said she didn't want to see me-- that someone of such filthy blood like mine wasn't worthy of standing in her chambers. That I was the son of a whore who traded me for my weight in gold because she couldn't have children-- that she never once thought of me as her own."

A broken sob tumbled out of him.

"...What did I do.... that was so... so abhorrent...?" Dion sobbed, "I'm only useful to them because I'm Bahamut. No one ever sees me. They just... they see Bahamut, and Bahamut can meet everyone's expectations and be the hope of the Empire."

His voice cracked.

"Does 'Dion' even exist? Or do I even deserve a name? I'll always be living in Bahamut's shadow."

[dragondevoted]

He was a child, and one whose own life circumstances were not terribly far from Dion's. He wasn't a bastard, but would be viewed as something even less than if anyone ever learned just what he was. He had seen it first hand when his parents had unceremoniously abandoned his sister, allowing her to be taken by strangers who had nothing but ill-intent for her. She didn't even exist anymore; they spoke clearly of having only one child, of Terence being their sole blessing.

But Terence wasn't real. Not the version that they loved. And if they knew the truth, they would abandon him in much the same way that Dion's family was already abandoning him.

Terence had protested against Dion bandaging his wounds, but he was still hurt and in pain, and when Dion started to slowly... break down he found himself blinking as he stared at the other in something close to confusion. Another moment, another beat, and he slowly inched closer to the Imperial Prince until he was sitting next to him as the other's voice started to shake and tremble.

He didn't know what to do or say. How could he? Even if he could empathize, he was still a child and this was still far beyond his own capabilities to understand, let alone try to express that he was truly sympathetic with what Dion was experiencing. He did though, he did--

Terence's head tilted to the side as he leaned, gingerly resting against Dion.

"... I don't know. I think Dion's a lot nicer than Bahamut. I like him... a lot more."

[dragonliiight]

a horny meme i reblogged 5 ever ago || [ tremble ] — sender teasingly traces along receiver’s genitals [ @dragondevoted ]

Dion was scribbling away at the paper in front of him, although admittedly it was... becoming increasingly hard to focus. There was no doubt the prince was exhausted from his recent bouts with Odin on the battlefield. They had deterred him for a time, but for every clash there was a price paid in flesh and bone and sinew.

And while a supply of gold needles had Dion at least able to keep from turning to stone, there was no doubt that once the supply dried up the curse would begin consuming and rotting his body from within. It was a grim thought. One that he had to just be okay with. He would die young. It was inevitable.

However, that wasn't on his mind at the moment. What was the most all consuming thought right now was the warmth of Terence's tongue tracing lines down his cock while the other hid under his desk.

Greagor help him, why did Terence have to take every opportunity to monopolize his body if given the chance? He knew the reason. It was because Terence was accutely aware of how limited his time was with Dion and there was no point in playing pleasantries when either of them was going to die any day now.

A hand was placed on Terence's head as the other continued to tease. Dion was certain Terence was aiming for him to beg for the entirety of the other's mouth, but even with the teasing licks and feather light kisses it was hard for Dion not to edge ever closer to the edge.

"T...Terence..." He muttered the softest of pleas.

"Yes, my prince?" Terence's voice sounded almost smug.

However, there's no exchange of words as Terence opens his mouth and seemingly swallows the entirety of Dion's length. There was no stop the moan now-- one Dion had to quickly bite down on his cheek to keep from drawing the attention of the guards nearby.

He had to try to focus, but it was too much-- soon he found his hips bucking as he came into the other's mouth-- his quill snapping the process.

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Being separated from the Dragoons in the middle of battle was almost always little more than a way to guarantee death. Terence was a strong warrior, aided by the years of training he had undergone to become of the the Holy Dragoons, but it was just a simple fact that one person alone could not stand against an army.

And so his best, and truly only, hope of survival came from trying to make sure he was not caught up in the battle.

It was another skirmish fought between Sanbreque and... who was it this time? Waloed? The remnants of the Rosarian resistance? The Dhalmekians? Each fight was beginning to blur in his mind, becoming a meshwork of endless fights that Dion, that Bahamut, would always be forced to engage.

The battlefield wasn't far off, but in the woods the sounds were muted and he could almost pretend that people were not dying on the otherwise of the treeline. He could pretend that he would not be walking out to his own death if he revealed himself too soon--

-- and it was there that he stumbled across the last thing he would have expected: a child. Or... teenager perhaps was a better way to describe him.

A refugee? "Are you-- lost?"

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There was something close to guilt squirming in the pit of his stomach. It was a feeling that Terence had grown rather intimate with in the most recent years, as he grew out of being a child into being a teenager and began to approach the years of adulthood. Guilt - for far too many reasons, if he ever were truthful with himself, but for one very important one that felt like a shadow constantly looming over his thoughts.

He was a liar.

He listened intently to Dion, trying to pour all of his focus into helping him because at least then it would almost be like he was making up for the terrible sin he was committed just by being here. A Bearer serving at the attendant to the Imperial Prince, to Bahamut... anything Dion hoped to build and achieve would be ruined.

All because Terence insisted on being a liar. To him, to Dion, to everyone.

"Has something been ailing you, my lord?" The weight and burdens placed upon the other's shoulder were ones that Terence did not envy. Maybe he could make up for his terrible existence by doing what he could to ease Dion's mind.