Fallen Prince

Indie Ravus Nox Fleuret Rp [Side] Blog. M!A: Accepting

[sleepbyforce]

“I’m going to get you to that hospital or die trying.” (via lupusalba)

“Why do you care whether or not I live? Tenebrae dog.” Loqi was dazed and losing blood fast. That last mecha explosion did a number on the small man.

[lupusalba]

sleepbyforce:

“I know you hate Niflhiem, so if you are just using me to get to them I hate to tell you but that will do you no good. I might be a general but that doesn’t mean that they hold any form of love or respect for me.” 

“You seem to think you know a lot about me. Well you don’t. I wouldn’t use someone as impulsive and rash as you to try to get to them. Nor am I trying to get into their ‘good-graces’. My only goal in helping you is just that, no more.”

[sleepbyforce]

“I’m going to get you to that hospital or die trying.” (via lupusalba)

“Why do you care whether or not I live? Tenebrae dog.” Loqi was dazed and losing blood fast. That last mecha explosion did a number on the small man.

[lupusalba]

sleepbyforce:

“Whatever..” He was so tired. He just wanted to sleep but he knew he wouldn’t last if he did. At least he was going out for his home. “Tell me… why me?”

When he heard the question he didn’t have an answer. Truth be told he had no idea why he was helping a Niflhiem soldier. He should just let them all die.”What does it matter? Do you want to live? If so then do not argue with me.”

[sleepbyforce]

“I’m going to get you to that hospital or die trying.” (via lupusalba)

“Why do you care whether or not I live? Tenebrae dog.” Loqi was dazed and losing blood fast. That last mecha explosion did a number on the small man.

[lupusalba]

“Save your breath, you can throw insults at me later.” Ravus had the smaller man held tight to him to keep him from further harm. He could feel the warmth of Loqi’s blood on his bare fingers as he took long strides.

[lupusalba]

convoquer:

┘ℑ┌  Once the hand was offered to the Infernian he stared at it for but a moment, before he started to move his own hand rather slowly at first. Before outright gripping Ravus hand as the fire around his body suddenly made itself known, spilling out over the exposed skin of the other’s hand the object he was playing in question began to ‘burn’ like hot iron. Without letting go it was as if Ifrit awaited some cue before releasing the other man’s hand, it appeared a rather colorful gem was left in the wake of noticeable burns and a flame still dancing off it. 

Casting a sheen of red about the room they stood within, one might even call it beautiful if not for the pain the rite brought about. Most would cower away knowing some intense pain would be involved of having a gem shard 'embedded’ within their hand, thus the lack of warning the Astral gave. 

❛Thou shall be thy caller, thou shall merely ponder and I shall cometh to thee, thy hand shall still be used as if no harm has cometh to thou.❜

Some underlying fear of fire, one Ravus never realized he had, reared its ugly head the moment Ifrit made contact with him. Memories of Tenebrae swallowed by flame flooded him and phantom pains coursed their way up his Magitech arm. Searing pain shot through him but he refused to let go. To keep himself silent Ravus grit his teeth and looked away as the object in his hand heated up and seemed to embed into his palm.

Feeling himself released, the High Commander looked back at Ifrit then down at his palm. The sight of the gem made him blink. Even with the burnt skin and lingering fire on the gem it was still beautiful. His gaze settled back on the Astral, hearing his words. A breath he didn’t know he was holding left him. He was sure the burns would heal in time. If Luna had- Luna.... He was certain she might get angry with him over this. He shook his head to get rid of the thought. Ravus gave Ifrit a nod and lowered his hand once the fire went out completely. “Let’s get you out of here then...”

[lupusalba]

convoquer:

┘ℑ┌  ❛Doth thou see no other here?❜ A very monotone esque question, coupled with quite the stare at that too. Within this plane of darkness, no other form of life could be found besides those currently inside, many have tried to transverse this place. Only to vanish from this world due to the magic rejecting their presence, only those who this horrible prison deemed worthy may enter albeit not effortlessly. 

Just as the Astral was going to take the prolonged silence as a no, judging by how the grip upon the hilt of his sword tightened the other finally spoke. Upon the answer, Ifrit’s hand left the sword’s hilt rather slowly, clearly, he was still unsure of this but had to accept it now. Raising his hand the Astral reached into his coat, rummaging around before holding a closed hand out to Ravus as a means of saying: Give me your hand.

Curious, Ravus kept his eyes on Ifrit as he searched his jacket. He didn’t see what was grabbed and he lifted an eyebrow when Ifrit offered his hand. The Commander was hesitant at first but he stepped closer to the Infernian. With his normal hand he did what was silently asked of him and offered it. He hoped this really said a lot to prove to the god that he wasn’t backing down from whatever was about to happen.

[lupusalba]

convoquer:

┘ℑ┌  A quiet stare met the other upon hearing the question presented to the Astral, one would have to think about such a decision like this. Yet, he already had a thing in mind ever since he saw this strange man, with the false arm that cleared all those obstacles within this vast pit of hell… ❛Thou shall serve thy Astral.❜ Those were the terms that he would comply with on the matter, if not then he could easily do away with this mortal man. A simple flick or touch would send him back outside, while Ifrit could not leave such a dreadful place he could ’purge’ it of other living things so to speak. Call it … Rejecting them.

Oh he knew what that meant and it hit him pretty hard. “Me?” He didn’t understand it. The only one he cared to help was his sister, not the rest of the world. Then the rest of the world is what hurt and betrayed Ifrit. He cast his dual colored gaze to the side, clearly in thought. His military trained instincts told him if this didn’t go well he wouldn’t be leaving in one piece. Well. Two pieces. The blue and violet went back to Ifrit. “Very well. I accept.”

[lupusalba]

convoquer:

​┘ℑ┌  ❛…❜ So this man did understand how he came to live in this dark recess that was nothing like his old home, there were days where the Infernian longed to see the sun again. After so many years he had all but forgotten about how it felt and what it even looked like, this was a perfect chance to leave. Yet, the words about this so-called ‘king of light’ made the matter much more disputable, he would have to make a pact with a child who clearly knew nothing and could likely not handle his power. ❛… If I am to leave here with thou, then let it be known that I will serve no such man.❜ Ifrit still clearly had a huge distrust and such thing has left him bitter, this place was awful and he would leave it any day if the magic did not prevent him from doing so.

Hearing Ifrit’s declaration the High Commander’s features shifted to show confusion. He wouldn’t go with Noctis? Well with what he had said he really shouldn’t have been surprised. But what other option was there? Lunafreya could only call to them for that brat of a Prince. “If not him then who? It’s not as if there’s another choice on whom to serve.” Then maybe the Astral just intended to wander and use his freedom in his own ways instead of someone else’s. Ravus couldn’t really blame him for that one.

[lupusalba]

convoquer:

┘ℑ┌  The fact that the other did not reach for his blade showed how smart he was if they fought, there was no way the other could ever even hope to win. Even if Ifrit was no serious it would play out the same, upon hearing that mankind needed the Astrals again his gaze turned by far colder than it was moments before. It was as if the Infernian were staring straight through the others very soul, funny, how humans revolted against him when they sat fit and now they come crawling back for help. ❛Free me?❜ That tone was less than welcoming, while he wanted to get out of this boring place to be commanded like a dog at some supposed kings whim… No. Once he was kind, once he gave mankind his fire and they revealed him, but after that betrayal… 

❛Thou doth not know my story, or thou would know how my presence came to be within this pit of hell.❜

Had he been in the presence of Shiva he was sure a glare that icy would have frozen him solid. “Actually, as one carrying the blood of the Oracle and Prince of Tenabrae I do know.” He corrected the Astral. Maybe not the best idea but his aggravation probably matched that of the god and he really couldn’t care less. “What was done to you was wrong and honestly? I don’t think we deserve your help in the slightest. This brat named to be the King of Light has no idea what it even means, let alone what he’s doing. Had it not been for the fact that if I didn’t do this my sister would have and likely have died in the process. I don’t want to see her dead. As far as I am concerned I am down here for her and her alone. If you don’t want out, fine. I understand. I will return to her and lie, saying the stories we were told were wrong.”

[lupusalba]

convoquer:

┘ℑ┌  Oh, what’s this some mortal had dared to enter such a place like this, not only willingly but stateing to be here on behalf of his sister the Oracle no less. Ifrit could feel the old blood running through this man as well, only by far weaker than that of the girl’s presence which he could feel ‘miles’ away. What he was doing here and no her he could take a guess from the many 'obstacles’ along the path, after being imprisoned here for many years he scoffed at such poor Parkor it was too easy! 

Now here be this many covered in many injuries from no doubt falling and receiving the spike treatment, this fact bemused the Infernian by the expression on pale features. ❛Pray-tell, what brings thou here to a place of such darkness and despair?❜ It was clear that the Astral was on full guard with how his hand rested upon the hilt of a sheathed sword, if this man were to attack then he would show no mercy just as man-kind showed him.

Ravus met the Astral’s gaze head on, unafraid of him. Of course he did take note of the grip the other had on the blade at his side. However, the Commander did not reach for his own. He was not and did not want to fight. It wasn’t one he could win and he knew that. “The people need the Astrals once again. My sister sent me to free you from this place and to take your side with the King of Light.” The thought of Noctis still made him scowl, it showing clearly on his face, but he made a promise and he was going to keep it. Even if it meant doing something he didn’t quite believe was right.

[lupusalba]

@convoquer

He loved his sister, he really did. But this dungeon was literal hell on earth. Why did the Infernian think this was a good idea to hide? He’d lost his jacket after getting caught numerous times on the heated spikes. Well actually he had removed it after nearly landing on them. The same spikes had singed small holes into his clothes and left cuts in his skin. Thankfully he didn’t bleed because the wounds instantly cauterized from the heat. From his many falls he knew he had bruises, especially on his good shoulder and both knees. Not to mention his slip ups and falling into the black abyss. By the time he reached his goal he was battered and irritable. He found Ifrit at the core of the dreaded place and stopped before him. “Ifrit, I am here on behalf of my sister, the Oracle.” He stated, a slight pant coming with his words. Even with the place’s strange ability to keep him alive he was exhausted.

[oracleslain-deactivated20171016]

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[oghr]

[lupusalba]

vapvr:

↯ ℘ ↯  An action akin to a child followed by Prompto’s fingerless gloved-clad hand gripping the fabric of the other’s jacket, Prompto was still unsure just how ’okay’ Ravus was with the certain amount of touching so he always only did the most minimal possible. It was good to hear that the Empire was not tossing Ravus out like some dogs rag toy to all the enemies they have certainly accumulated, though he was still unhappy with how they treated the other in the first place and how dangerous they were. 

… 

If only the blond was taller than he was, ah well just being a little bit close like this is good enough he supposed. ❛Have you eaten anything yet? I managed to scamper off with some food when Iggy was not looking, see over there.❜ Prompto pointed out a blanket underneath a nicely shaded tree, along with what appeared to be a duffle bag of sorts no doubt containing the food he spoke of.

Prompto was so easy for the fallen Prince to read. He could see the want for more physical contact and he wasn’t one to deny those he cared about. His features were graced with a smile though it was small. Even with the tight grip to his sleeve Ravus was able to shift out of it and place his arm around the smaller man long enough to press a kiss to his head.

When the food was mentioned he glanced over to where Prompto gestured. He couldn’t remember the last time he did something like this with any one. It made his smile grow just a bit more. “I haven’t yet, no. I’m sure your friend wont mind a little missing food.” He maintained his contact, keeping his arm around Prompto, and tugged him toward the blanket.

[lupusalba]

vapvr:

↯ ℘ ↯  Prompto let out a small breath of air upon hearing that the Empire was not here and that, Ravus would have said no in the first place after receiving the text the blond sent to his phone. Visibly relaxing as all the tension fled from his body a smile now replaced the nervous look, though he was still a little embarrassed admittedly. ❛Good! Good..good…❜ Crystal blue gaze rising to look up at the other man’s face, God he was so tiny compared to Ravus it almost hurt! 

A hand reached out to softly touch the arm that had not been replaced by machinery, he had learned that the other did not like to have it touched so he would abide by that. ❛They have not thrown you in any terrible danger, have they?❜ If he could reach Prompto would have touched the other’s face, but… That wasn’t going to happen anytime soon he would have to ’strain’ to maintain contact.

The Commander could see the ease flow through Prompto with the breath he released. He completely understood it. Though not on the same levels the Empire was a constant threat to them both and if they were to find out about this... It was a good thing Ravus was good at keeping secrets. Feeling the touch eased him a little. The blonde was one of the only ones that could do that with just a single touch. Ravus was glad that said touch did not land on his Magitek arm. He was still having issues initiating touch with it himself, he hated the thing so much. “No,” he replied. “No more than usual.” Though he might not be a native to Niflheim he was still a High Commander. They wouldn’t risk him so easily.

[lupusalba]

vapvr:

↯ ℘ ↯  A silent gaze was left upon the other man with quite a bit of intensity, mostly from the blond’s remembrance of how the other shoved Gladio back with such inhuman power with just one arm. Boy, what a coward like flinch he showed back then thinking about it now it was kinda–okay very–embarrassing. A hand reached up to rub the back of his neck a little likely due to the fact Ravus towered over him, being the smallest guy in the group (and seemingly in general) was hard on his neck. 

❛A–Are you sure this is, okay?❜ There’s that nervous little stutter he sometimes got, now was not the time for such a thing! No one else was around it was just the two of them after all, Prompto had snuck away from the camp as Noctis and the other’s fished it was easy with everyone backseat fishing keeping the prince going.

@lupusalba

He could feel the other’s gaze on him even as he glanced around them. The taller man was well aware he still made the smaller nervous, he had that affect on most people. Hearing Prompto speak up made Ravus look his way. “You ask but you’re the one that told me where you were.” His tone may not have said it but the sentence was a small tease. “If I wasn’t sure I’d have told you no. Even so this is one of the few moments I do not have someone from the Empire hovering over me.”