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[pelnaxkhara]

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[altruria-archived]

                                                    There’s blood on these hands                                                    And no matter how much I scrub                                                             It will never go away

                                      indie tredd furia from final fantasy xv kingsglaive                                                                                                                 // personal do not reblog

[youngrevolutionary]

@avindicta started following you

"Heard you go off earlier today. You know I'm not too keen on being called a rat. They're filthy creatures. But... that said... the thing about rats is they're neither good or evil. A rat will do what a rat has to in order to survive..."

Slides a beer over to Tredd, leans in to keep his voice low so the rest of the bar can't hear them. With a shrug, Seifer tilts back his own bottle -- "So here's to that,” Fellow rat, “--Survival, I mean. Whatever it takes."  

[captaindrautos]

*Titus silently puts up a hand up to high five Pelna for that Tredd Burn™*

[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]

                        day in and day out, she’s most likely working within the infirmary, tending to comrades for various injuries and illnesses. despite physical prowess, albeit on the weaker spectrum, her healing skills are considered spectacular so, with special recommendation, she’s stationed within the walls to help more there. as a result, she’s seen many of her friends come in and out, wanting to help them with anything they should have. 

                        there’s one in particular whom fits the exception, considering his stubborn nature, so he’s rarely in here to be treated. seeing him coming in here, in general, is a surprise, but welcomed, and when he comes in this particular day she’s just finished with cleaning everything for the afternoon. her face immediately lights up with a delighted expression, even after he stops a few feet from where she’s at.  ❝ Well, look who came in to see me. It’s good to see you, Tredd. ❞

                                     // @avindicta

[platinumgrimoire]

; A Gift

@avindicta

“ —— !! “

ain’t so nice just shovin’ somethin’ to his face , a cat no fricking less. but he takes a good look at it — hearin’ it purr & starin’ back at’em with those googly eyes. damn , don’t admit it — don’t admit it — ah , screw it. it’s too damn cute. got its’ lil paws dabbin’ at’em & he’s tryin’ hard not to pet it — kinda scared he might hurt the fragile thing by doing so , instead keeps his eyes to it like a hawk& says a thing or two to hide the fact it’s captivated him.

“ What’re you doin’ with that thing — “

The brunette felt her lips loosen from their pursed position as she grinned at him now. The kitten was lowered, and it mewled in the woman’s hands. It’s purrs were still audible, much like a motorboat, despite it’s smaller size. It was probably about twelve weeks old, so it was old enough to be taken from it’s mother. The brunette simply grinned in response.

“Well, you seemed like you’d be good with animals.”

It was a simple enough reason, and not really the whole truth either. He had looked lonely and she thought that keeping a creature like this might be helpful for him. Ah well, if he didn’t want it, she could probably keep it.

“If you don’t want it, I suppose I can keep her.”

The brunette responded idly as she continued to run her fingers along the creature’s fur.

“Do you want to hold her?”

[inanis-sanguine-blog]

Nightly affairs

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Company parties rarely host at the palace, but it is not so strange, when the sponsor for the latest line is royalty in the first place. On account of this evening he dons a silk drape tunic, deep blue with filigree details along the v-neck cut. His black trousers fit the frame of his lower half, dipping a fraction below his tail for comfort. Meanwhile his shoes match his shirt in colour, the material a flattering leather finish. An appropriate dress code built by his designer, if only to appeal to potential buyers of the clothing. Any models present are practically live mannequins wandering the main hall. 

Sasha is not overfond of business bound festivities. If anything they serve a bountiful feast, so long as he remains diligent about who he targets. He indulges idle conversations with curious patrons, occasionally observing one particular glaive. They seem a stoic sort from mere glance, though he understands why. Placing one’s life on the line nigh daily is bound to harden the spirit. He finds peace glimpsing such individuals at a gathering full of battle bare humans. 

Eventually he escapes the probing questions regarding his tail, his ears, his everything, and approaches the man which initially caught his eye. He greets them with a sweet smile, but maintains a polite distance. 

“Watching such soft folk must be tiresome..”