#aglaive

[dragonaeaarchive]

     leaves make out sessions for @aglaive whenever he gets on

[angelic-din-mortem]

avindicta Dear sir, chill. XDDD

“Don’t know what I did to deserve this, than again, I don’t think I want to know.”

[castitatli-archived]

                   EARLY; IT’S MUCH TOO EARLY, she realizes, the sun rising just barely underneath the window. early to rise, she’s tired, but there’s nowhere to be at the moment, as for once they have the day to themselves. (and a day where she can take the hero all to herself.) strong arms wrapped around her torso, she moves, body pressed against his, taking in a moment to gaze upon his face, a rare, genuine moment of peace etched on sleeping features. it draws a smile to her lips, wrapping her arms around him before leaning in to press her lips to his forehead, then another to his lips. should he stir, a sleepy laugh leaves parted lips, nuzzling against him, murmuring on his skin. 

                                        ❝ Mornin’, love. ❞

                                                 // @aglaive

[royalcerulean]

“I don’t know whether I want to do this. I don’t know whether I CAN do this.”

   Nyx, if there was one thing I could tell you, it would be that you should never be afraid to do what’s right– regardless of who the hell it is. You’re supposed to be tough.

    A damn hero, is what you are.

    Nyx, I wish you could hear me. I wish you could understand what I’m trying to tell you. Everything is getting so damn lonely right now.

   The boy’s body lay limp against the concrete wall behind him, dust and rubble of the battle field decorating itself in the area. Nothing but the unfamiliar crimson red eyes stared at the other, mouth gaped open just the slightest while his own body consumed him with it’s demonic skin. It was almost his throat was caked with dust-- caked with unsaid words that he had for everyone he knew. 

     I can’t talk, Nyx.

    I’m not Nero anymore. And all he could do was stare at the man who couldn’t decide. Which is more important, one or all? A frustrated and strained inhale sounded from the knight as he lifted his hand to the blade that he knew that Nyx was capable of using to do one thing– kill.

    And now, that was all Nero could see.

    Lips trembled at the sight of the gleaming weapon– and maybe if he was still human, tears would well up too. Breathing is now ragged. I have to tell him. The desire to destroy only grew stronger. I need him to hear me. His own body was far from his now. I have to tell him that he’s a hero. This is part of the job. Can he tell him? Surely, there’s enough time. That it’s ok, this is what needs to be done– A short breath was drawn out.

                                         There was nothing left to consume.

                                                            “Kill… me…”

[whirlwhip-blog]

“Nermo, do not touch that boat!”

@aglaive @royalcerulean

[bladedaltruism]

continued from here @aglaive

     “Oh come on Nyx-”

She placed his drink on the table and sat down, laying the food tray on the table. The restaurant wasn’t busy, so a break was perfectly acceptable. Her tone was joking, but she was slightly serious about her words.

     “-If you’re going to ever be working with people or around them, you need to at least try to dress like one. You’ll stick out like a sore thumb when you’re out of uniform if you don’t.”

[corpserite]

PROMPTO.   you, but it’s slow burn so you haven’t noticed yet --- not particularly accurate && not necessarily true.  ( nice profile, cute scruff, && something deadeningly dull in his eyes. ) steady enough grip, though.

          elbow to knee && chin to palm // that grip utilised as one leans in, weight a careful balance && spine curved.   prompto’s smug little smirk curls up through the gaps between his fingers as toes wriggle, try to prod the man’s belly.   there’s a bit of a height difference like this ( snort ), so it’s up through thick lashes one peers to catch another’s eyes. hey, at least the man’s responsive.   can you believe some of these fuckers will just ignore you when you’re trying to wreak a bit of havoc?   ( it’s their literal job to react to that sort of shit!!! )   tsk.   just because the architecture around here is drab doesn’t mean the people should be similar.

    “ hmmmm,   hmmmm, ”     tap tap of fingertips to the       soft && warm of his lips,         “ is this one o’ dem    rhetorical questions? ”

oh, what a perfectly stiff piece of cardboard.

“ what if i told yeh, ”   leant in to whisper coyly, conspiratorial;  eyes bright && wide ( && wicked ) under brows’ golden rise,  “ that i’m plannin’ to start some trouble?   d’y’think y’could bother wi’me a bit if i do? ”

prompto comes wrapped up in more freckles than skin, artfully ( ehrem ) ragged clothing && an attitude that - according to some sources no longer with us - attracts more trouble than one should hope to deal with.   he’s certainly unfit to roam the palace’ halls - were it not for certain ties. there is little doubt, therefore, that this glaive shan’t be terribly impressed with him.   he might, dare one say it ...  require some persuasion.   some convincing, to come to see how utterly troublesome prompto truly is && how he should most definitely be entertained kept out of the palace at all costs.

                     well, one stands ready to deliver.

@aglaive || continued.

[sxrtis]

{ @aglaive | closed starter. }

❝Let me see your wounds.❞

He had been satisfied that they were far enough away from the city to take a moment to rest. She, the shock finally settling in, could focus on nothing. Too many thoughts swirled around her mind and she was worried that if she sat and rested as Nyx suggested, she would be unable to get back up. Instead, she worked to focus on what seemed familiar to her -- assisting others.

Luna knew not what had happened when he had donned the ring (now securely back in her possession) but it had not been without its repercussions. The fight with Glauca had done more than taken its toll on him as well. 

She was in awe that he had somehow managed to continue on.

❝It will not do any good for you to collapse.❞