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[mygoldenlady]

I haven’t drawn much of anything in like 10 years and decided to try out this procreate thing and get back into it. (Which I totally love by the way!) So here’s a Fen’Harel while I play around with brushes and stuff. May the art juice come back to me!

[mygoldenlady]

Fictober’19 || Fandom: FFXV Kingsglaive || Warnings: None

Prompt 4. “I know you didn’t ask for this.”

“I know you didn’t ask for this,” she told him as he opened the door, “but everyone needs someone when they’re sick.”

“What are you doing here, Lindsay?” Asked Drautos tiredly while standing in the doorway of his quarters at the citadel.

“I made some chicken noodle for you,” she said lifting the large container as if to prove her point, and proceeded to brush past him into his quarters before he could block her way.

“What?” he started and stared after her as she disappeared around the corner into his kitchen. There was a moment of silence before the sounds of cupboards being opened and closed met his ears, followed by her voice. “Where the heck are your bowls?”

Sighing in defeat, Captain Drautos closed the door and made his way into the kitchen, stopping to rest his hands on the island. “This is kind of you, but entirely unnecessary.”

Closing yet another cabinet in disappointment, Lindsay turned to him. “Oh, but it is, Captain. If you’re not feeling well, then you need someone to look after you. That’s just the way it is.”

“It’s a cold. I’m not dying,” he said matter-of-factly and trying hard not to sniffle.

Lindsay had returned to opening cupboards and finally found the bowls next to the refrigerator.  Pulling one out and setting it on the counter she spoke over her shoulder. “Well tough. I’m going to take care of you anyways. Can’t have it known our Captain is human after all, you know. It would ruin the glaives’ image as a unstoppable catastrophic force.”

Drautos fought the urge to smile at her words, and mostly succeeded before a violent sneeze forced its way out. “Don’t even say it,” he said.

Turning around Lindsay raised her eyebrows at him and gave him a look that said ‘told-you-so.’ “Bless you.”

He glared at her.

“Why don’t you go blow your nose, and then find a comfy spot to sit and have your soup,” she suggested as she returned to rummaging around his kitchen for utensils and preparing his meal.

“Fine,” was all he said and disappeared into the depths of his apartment sniffling to himself. Moments later, he returned to find a place set at his dining table complete with a steaming bowl of chicken noodle soup. Lindsay was seated at the table next to the place setting.

“Well go on,” she said gesturing to his seat.

Drautos dropped onto his chair and scooted closer before reaching for the spoon then pausing. “You aren’t going to sit there and watch me eat, are you?” he asked.

Lindsay laughed. “I figured I could keep you company for a little while.”

He grunted in reply as he took the first spoonful of soup.

“Not bad, eh?” she asked watching him with a hopeful expression.

“Not bad,” he agreed with a nod.

She looked pleased with herself. “There’s more in the fridge, just heat it up later when you get hungry. If you want I can go get you a baguette, too, since your cupboards appear to be empty.”

“You don’t have to mother me,” he said more harshly than he intended before taking another spoonful of the soup.

“I just want to take care of you,” she replied brushing off his brusqueness with a wave of her hand. “Somebody has to.”

“And here I thought you were just trying to get out of guard duty. As I recall, shouldn’t you be on the Prince’s detail this afternoon?”

Lindsay looked away guiltily. “Nyx has it handled. Besides, I got Tredd to cover me.”

Drautos looked surprised. “And what did that cost you?”

“You don’t want to know,” she said with a wince and not making eye contact with him.

His mouth dropped open and he stared at her for a moment before recovering and returning to his soup. “That’s none of my business.”

“What?! No! Its not like that!” she squealed at him embarrassed. “Hell no! Not Tredd! Yuck! I just agreed to help set him up with a girl on the ninth floor. But honestly, it isn’t going to work out. He’s barking up the wrong tree, but I’m not gonna tell him that. Heh, Crowe would have a better shot with her, than him!” she chuckled and launched into details about her plan.

Drautos shook his head and continued to eat his soup while Lindsay proceeded to chatter away about everything and anything that came to mind. He decided her company was a pleasant distraction, and the soup wasn’t half bad either.

[mygoldenlady]

Fictober’19 || Fandom: FFXV Kingsglaive || Warnings: None

Prompt 3. “Now? Now you listen to me?”

“Now? Now you listen to me?” He asked incredulously. 

“It seemed like a good idea at the time, okay?” replied Lindsay struggling to pull one foot from the bog that currently held her in its clutches while the other sank deeper into the mire.

“I was joking!” exclaimed Nyx, trying not to laugh at her predicament.

“Well you didn’t exactly make it sound that way!” she yelled back at him waving her arms in frustration. “It’s all your fault!”

“Aw, come on, man,” said Libertus taking pity on her situation, “we should help her out.”

“Yes, please, do!” grumbled Lindsay now trying to pull the other foot free, as the mud had reached its way into her boot.

Nyx rose up from his position at the edge of the bog smirking. “Alright, alright, Libs, let’s get her out.” Slowly his grin faded to a frown as his brows furrowed. “And, uh, how are we gonna do this exactly?” he asked looking to his friend.

Libertus met his gaze perplexed, “I thought you knew how to get her out.”

Lindsay watched the two of them discussing her situation back and forth, with mounting anger. “I swear if one of you doesn’t help me out of this pit, in the next two seconds, I’m going to murder you both!”

“Gonna be kind of hard to do that if you can’t get to us, isn’t it?” asked Nyx picking up a stone and casually tossing it in the mud near her, watching it slowly sink.

“Gyaahhhhh!” she shrieked as mud splattered across her uniform. 

Suddenly a loud crashing came through the brush nearby, and moments later an angry captain appeared between Nyx and Libertus. “What the hell is going on here? This is supposed to be a stealth drill!” he shouted coming to a sudden halt at the edge of the bog, eyes widening at the sight of Lindsay knee deep in the mud. No one spoke while Drautos’ eyes bounced from glaive to glaive. Finally at length he spoke. “What are you doing, Lindsay?” he asked biting back his fury.

Snapping out of her surprise at his sudden appearance, Linsday’s anger came back full force. “What does it look like?!” she screeched, “I’m stuck and these two idiots won’t get me out of this muck!” 

“How did you even end up in this situation?”

She gave Nyx a dark look, while straining to lurch forward. Drautos didn’t miss it. 

“Whatever the reason,” he began,”I suggest you make haste and move on. You are already behind in the drill.”

Lindsay stopped struggling and gave him a look of utter disbelief. “Do you really think I did this on purpose?” she asked him with barely restrained fury.

Drautos smirked, “Knowing you, I wouldn’t put it past you.”

Lindsay narrowed her eyes dangerously and little arcs of lightning flashed from her fingertips. Nyx and Libertus, started backing up cautiously, but it was too late. Channeling her anger, Lindsay let the king’s magic flow through her striking the mire with dozens of lightning bolts. Upon impact, the mud splattered up high into the air and came down in a heavy torrent thoroughly coating the other two glaives and their Captain. 

“Yuck!” “Argh!” Shouted Nyx and Libertus trying to wipe the mud from their faces and making gagging noises. Mortified, Lindsay stood frozen in the middle of a barren crater as if she were still stuck in the bog, staring straight ahead at her Captain. 

Slowly, Drautos raised a gloved hand and scraped a single line of mud from his face. Looking down at the sludge, then raising his eyes to meet hers, he let out a controlled breath. “I think a suspension is in your immediate future. Beginning now.”

[mygoldenlady]

Fictober’19 || Fandom: FFXV Kingsglaive || Warnings: None

Prompt 2. “Just follow me, I know the area.”

“Just follow me, I know the area,” said Luche smugly, ducking under a low hanging branch along the dirt path and moving ahead.

Lindsay huffed at him in irritation, and angrily shoved the branch out of her way only for it to swing back and smack her upside the head. “Damnit!” she cursed whirling around preparing to hurl a fireball at the offending tree. A hand shot out from behind her and grasped her wrist.

“Are you trying to give our location away?!” whispered Luche into her ear jerking her arm down roughly.

“No!” she growled trying to shake him off. He tightened his grip.

“Then I suggest you cool it, or we’ll all be dead before the sun rises.”

“Shut up, Luche.”

A snap in the brush sounded nearby, causing both glaives to freeze listening hard.

“Hey, are you two done with your lovers’ quarrel? ‘Cause we got a base to blow, in case you forgot,” came an amused whisper from the darkness ahead.

“Shut up, Tredd,” they both said in unison.

Tredd chuckled as his soft footsteps moved away from them. Luche released Lindsay and silently motioned for her to follow him. She rolled her eyes and headed after him further into the forest. It was going to be a long night.

[mygoldenlady]

Fictober’19 || Fandom: FFXV Kingsglaive || Warnings: None

Prompt 1. “It will be fun, trust me.”

“It will be fun, trust me,” smiled Lindsay deviously as she led Nyx, Libertus, and Crowe along the citadel corridors towards their destination. The three senior glaives silently shared a look between each other but continued to follow her to the Captain’s office.

“What’s in the bag, anyways?” asked Nyx gesturing to the large duffle bag slung low over her shoulder. 

“That, my friend, is a surprise,” she replied. “Now, hush. I want to make sure nobody sees us near his office.” Edging up to the corner of the hallway, she peeked her head around to check that it was deserted. They were in luck. 

“Come on,” she gestured to the others and hurried toward the Captain’s door. Pulling the zipper back from the duffle bag she fished around blindly until she pulled two thin rods out while glancing both directions down the hallway. 

“What!?” exclaimed Libertus. “You can’t break into the Captain’s office!”

“You can’t be serious!” said Nyx as his eyebrows shot up in disbelief.

“Shhh! Keep your voices down!” admonished Lindsay jimmying the lockpicks into the door. “Look, we’re just gonna get him back, that’s all. Not gonna damage anything, just prank him for that last mission.”

“Crowe, talk some sense into her, would ya?” Libertus whispered harshly to his friend. 

Crowe had remained silent during their exchange, assessing Lindsay’s actions. Making up her mind, she crossed her arms as a grin split her face. “She’s got guts. What can I say?” 

Libertus groaned.

“Besides, she’s right. The Captain did make some shit calls yesterday. Retreating from a small infantry unit like that…” Crowe shook her head with a frown. “Might as well as let him know our… displeasure.”

A distinctive click could be heard as the lock disengaged. “Ha! Got it!” said Lindsay as she rose to her feet glancing at Libertus and opening the door. “Quit your belly-achin’ Libertus, we’ve got work to do, and less than two hours before he’s out of that meeting. Now who’s with me?” 

Nyx turned to her with a sigh, but a light in his eyes. “What did you have in mind?” he asked.

Two hours later, Captain Drautos was discussing the recently adjourned meeting with Cor Leonis, Marshall of the Crownsguard as they strolled to his office.

“-No doubt. Was that the only report you needed, Leonis?” He asked his comrade as he stopped outside his door and fumbled with his key.

“Yes, I believe that will suffice for now,” replied Cor looking down and adjusting the folders of reports in his grasp.

“Hmph. Well, I’ve got it right here,” said Drautos turning the key, pushing the door open and striding into his office, before coming to a sudden halt as he took in the scene before him.

Cor, following him on autopilot, nearly collided with his back, before jerking his gaze up from the reports to see what had caused Drautos to stop suddenly. His eyes went wide in surprise.

Drautos couldn’t believe what he was seeing. The entire office was covered in Post-It notes. Yellow Post-It notes. His desk, computer, all of the chairs, the bookcases, even the floor. As he surveyed the offending stickies, he noticed that they each had some sort of scribble on them. Stepping up to his desk he pulled one off. It was a hastily scribbled angry face. The room smelled strongly of Sharpie.

The Marshall cleared his throat behind him. “I, uh, I think I’ll get that report another time,” he said.

Drautos closed his eyes briefly and took a deep breath before exhaling slowly and turning to face Cor. “I’ll send it shortly,” he replied in a strained voice.

Cor nodded curtly and excused himself disappearing quickly through the doorway.

Still holding the sticky note, Drautos looked down at it once again, then past it to others plastered along his desk, until his eyes caught sight of one in particular he instantly recognized. It was a smilie face with heart eyes, and he knew of only one person who drew hearts like that. She enjoyed doodling them across his reports during meetings much to his dismay. Reaching forward he plucked it from the desk and headed towards the door. 

What is it now, Lindsay? He wondered to himself.