i can hear them calling

indie final fantasy xv original character simon levy. retired kingsglaive soldier.

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hello! i’m sorry for bein’ absent. university is really taking up all my time, but i wanna try to be here for the weekend and my birthday week as a Treat. if i get bday money i wanna buy all the dlc for the latest ff game and have a blast watchin’ my fiance play it.

for now, i wanna try to get caught up on my drafts. ( i only have a couple )

i also would love new interactions :)

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when you wanna do kiss memes but ur muse is an old guy :( aaaa 

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zettaflarc​:

At the sight of the other, he stops in his tracks, squares his shoulders, gives a small bow of his head. From a very young age, he’s been taught to show reverence towards his elders—just like he’s been taught that the Kingsglaive was his purpose. The idea of resigning was inconceivable to him.

“Sir,” his own curiosity speaks before Ignis has had the chance to remind himself that this might be none of his business, “I thought your injuries had healed.”

“There’s no point in formalities anymore. Call me Simon.”

He pauses, rolls his shoulders. He wants to say something scathing, but the younger man has done nothing to deserve his anger, his bitterness. Instead, he lets out a soft sigh and runs his prosthetic hand through his hair.

“They’ve healed enough for me to wear my prosthetics and move for short distances. I still need a wheelchair on bad days.” He pauses. Why is he being so honest? “I may be mostly healed physically, but mentally? I’m a liability to my comrades, thus the resignation. I’d hate for anyone to get hurt because I’m not. . .emotionally capable anymore.” He looks away, a flash of shame in his eyes. 

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loverd​:

      “  then i’d tell you i’m yours to do with as you wish.  ”  alistair replies easily, almost without thinking at all. it doesn’t take much effort from simon for alistair to forget their surroundings, to forget everything but here and now. he laughs when simon suggests he’d take up golf.  “  oh, darling, you could never take up such a boring hobby as golf. that’s more my style, don’t you think ?  ”

“Then I’m going to tease you until you cry.” Simon’s smile is shameless as he presses another line of kisses to his throat. “Ah yes, that’s definitely more your style. Schmoozing with nobles, pretending you care about them—my calculating, sexy boyfriend.” 

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like this post for a one liner! i don’t have the spoons for anything else lmao! 

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does anyone else want some? 

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@zettaflarc for Ignis

“Don’t look at me, young man—I’m only here to sign my resignation from the kings guard.” 

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loverd​:

      “  i know we need to keep moving, but i am not like you. this is all very new to me, and i can’t keep going as long.  ”  as simon softens, so does alistair, like mirror images. their hands fit together nicely, and alistair can’t deny  –  despite all their fights, despite everything, there’s no one he’d rather have at his side. 

      “  you already saved my life. you owe me nothing more, but i appreciate the sentiment.  ”  what goes unsaid  –  ‘  i wouldn’t make it out here without you.  ’  alistair knows he needs simon. it is not a much of a curse as he thought it would be. he actually likes teasing and the fighting, most of the time, and then  .  .  .  there are these moments, little times like this, when alistair thinks simon could be sunshine personified, where alistair forgets about all their arguments and feels something warm in his chest. 

      “  no, i don’t think i’m ready for daemons.  ”  he laughs, smiles wide and bright.  “  yes, let’s do this together. i’ll take care of you too.  ”

“There’s a rest stop with a broken down RV they use as a motel room not far from here. We can stop there.” He blushes a little, eyes averting. Sometimes Alistair smiles so bright he looks like the sun. It’s not fair, really, especially when Simon melts so easily because of that smile.

It takes another fifteen minutes, but Simon does pull them up right next to the RV. It’s dimly lit, but enough to keep the daemons away. This would have to suffice. “I know you’re not used to staying in places like this, but it’ll have to do.” Simon is the one with the gil, he assumes, since he ventured out of Insomnia more often than Alistair. 

He pays the man for use of the whole RV then motions for Alistair to follow him. Once they’re inside, Simon groans. “My everything is sore, honestly. I’ll admit...sleeping in a bed will be nice.” He removes his prosthetic arm and sets it on the floor next to the bed. Gently starts rubbing at his stump. “Damn it, I wish I’d had the time to pack voltaren gel.”   

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loverd​:

      “  don’t tease me unless you plan to follow through.  ”  alistair murmurs. simon has such a nice voice, and he knows all the right things to say to make alistair weak in the knees.  “  i’m yours. forever and always.  ”

“But what if I do plan on following through?” He rolls his hips with a saucy little smile. “Good. If you planned on leaving me I might do something drastic like write a book or take up golf as a hobby. Golf. Do you know how terrible that would be?” 

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baracaffe​:

“is fine. i’m not planning to go too far. just a small walk is all i want.”

“I’d love to go with you.” He smiles faintly, offers Cor his arm. “You lonely, big guy?” 

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loverd​:

      “  you’re the worst.  ”  alistair mumbles into simon’s neck. he doesn’t mean it. he loves this, the way they fit together like pieces of a puzzle. he loves simon, even if alistair still likes to act contrary.  “  you’re lucky i love you.  ”

“You’re such a good boy when you’re like this.” Simon whispers into his ear, voice deep and velvety.  He knows his voice is beautiful & by the gods does he love to use it as an advantage. “I love you too, Ali. Forever and always.” 

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loverd​:

      “  you can’t just  –  ”  alistair’s face feels hot. he wants to hide. it’s completely true; simon’s got him figured out, but that doesn’t mean alistair wants to contemplate it. he steps closer to simon so he can hide his face in the crook of simon’s neck.  “  ugh, don’t say shit like that.  ”

“Oh, I can and I will.” Simon’s fingers drag through Alistair’s soft hair, his prosthetic arm wrapping around Alistair and pulling him closer. “I will keep saying shit like that until the day I die.” 

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loverd​:

      oh. that sends heat spiraling in his gut. a little embarrassing high - pitched noise escapes his lips as he tips his head back automatically.  “  you’re such an ass, ”  he whines, completely failing to sound like he means it in the least.  “  don’t say things like that.  ”

Simon pulls a way, lips stained pink from the barest hint of blood, and smirks. “Why? I know you like it, Alistair. You just want to relinquish control to someone stronger than you, someone that can protect you—make you feel safe. It’s okay. It’s only natural you come to me.”

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loverd​:

      “  yeah ?  ”  alistair laughs.  “  you say that a lot, but i’m not convinced it’s true. i think you can’t stand that you don’t hate me.  ”

Simon is just gonna casually bite Alistair’s neck. “It’s more like you’re owned by me, Ali.” 

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eidos​:

There’s a gentle laugh,   he shakes his head.   ‘   I’m more like the snow itself,   I think.   You’re much more akin to sun than I am.   ‘

“You vastly underestimate how radiant you are, Nix.” Simon gently takes his hand. “You’re amazing.” 

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@loverd​

“You infuriate me; you entice me—I can’t fucking stand you.” 

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@eidos for Nix

“You are bright like the sun—I am merely a melting patch of snow—around you, I am debased.” 

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@baracaffe for Cor

“Can’t stray too far from Lestallum these days—gotta keep my prosthetics charged.”