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[gingersmiith]

{we must be having} the same dream

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Waiting was boring.

Tredd wasn’t alone, at least, while they waited to find out if they had the pre-requisites to join the brand-new Kingsglaive at all. There were at least five others in the room with him, including a blond with his hair braided tightly to his scalp.

Tredd was honestly fascinated by the hair -- it wasn’t a Lucian style -- but he turned his attention to the wall rather than stare. Whoever the other boy was, he’d probably already faced more than his fair share of hostility.

Instead, he ran his hand over the moulding in the wall, letting the texture soothe him.

Fuck, he sure hoped dropping out wouldn’t count against him....

[saviorofeosshield]

Nyx will join his King @patergladium in admiring Luche... from a safe distance.

[waningmoonrise-blog]

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At first she doesn’t notice the man who mingles through the gathering crowd. Few within it’s populace were admirers, many only clustering to await out the fate of their ill stricken loved ones. “Just give her space.” An aid was tiredly making effort to corral the people away so that the weary Oracle might work in peace, but her troubles usually went in great vain. 

Finally as the last of her patients lays resting on the supplied cots Lunafreya rises and lets out the tired breath that she’s been concealing. Her abilities might be a gift presented from Astral grace, but it still drains her of her energy. 

The movement catches her eyes and she gives pause, spying the lurking man some distance away. “Pardon me.” She excuses herself from her aids’ sides and steps to him with caution. 

“Sir? May I assist you?” He doesn’t look to be ill of plagued by scourge. “If you are waiting for someone, all the patients are currently resting to regain their strength. They should be able to make their way back to their homes come evening at the latest.”  

[porcelaincadaver]

@battlexfodder  ||  Discovered the Beautiful Nightmare

Pace quietly did the canine, the click of claws against concrete all but the only sound he made. With his head down did he move, nose brushing against puddles, his being following a scent in which had intrigued him for some time. Early evening was always the best time to continue such endeavours - not only had most people returned home for the evening, but there was no beaming sunlight to bother him. Then he stopped, completely still, staring down the road at another being - human if he could sense it correctly; yes, the beating of his heart reached his ears with utter ease and apparently seemed wonderfully comfortable. Thus he stared.   

[starsset-dawnrose]

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"I know, " the prince mumbled, one hand raising to lightly grip Luche's shirt. The thumping heard beneath his ear helped soothe some of the young man's worries, a soft sigh falling from his lips.

"I know," he repeated quietly, grip tightening as he leaned into the touch. "I know, but..." Sometimes it still felt like a dream, having Luche back after weeks of thinking, of struggling against the thought of Luche being dead.

[sonitussilentii]

Warning Sign

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His eyes darted to the other’s hands again and he frowned. “Then why are you telling me what we already know?”

‘To make sure you knew,’ Sonitus answered. ‘So the double cross won’t come as a surprise. And so you have a higher chance of surviving it.’

[ardensaltius]

Crowe laughed as the Surta armor surged through her, wrapped around her, and locked into place, radiating out from where the bullet had almost smoldered it’s way through her.

The sound was clear and clarion, though it quickly turned sinister as her voice changed, distorted by Magitek.

“Good boy, Lazarus! Look at you~” she turned around, smirking beneath the helm. She’d faced him across the battlefield before, many times. Before he’d turned on Titus’ path. And so she wasn’t so unused to something like this.

She could imagine it was going to be a bit surprising for Luche though. Who hadn’t quite been clued in to her identity yet.

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[shieldandcrown]

Too Close for Comfort |battlexfodder

It was a week after the newspaper incident, which had just made the last days of working on some of their reforms even more irritating. So many had been commenting on it, to the point that it’d been enraging at first, then vaguely hilarious.

“This entire arrangement would’ve been easier if we actually differed significantly on any political stance. I’d half accus you of copying positions, but I know I’ve never made my own known. Never had someone else to support them, and my duties belong to the king first. Too many only coming to light now that these reforms have become part of my other duties,” the Shield didn’t quite gripe, his voice sardonic. “Which I am grateful for, loathe as I am to admit it. They are long overdue.”

It was getting well on into the evening, and they were still working out different wordings, strategies for each of them to take publicly, and he was weary, his head vaguely starting to pound. With a sigh he rose from the desk they were basically sharing, and went to a cabinet, pouring himself a glass of a rare duscaean whiskey. “Would you like a drink, Lazarus? We might as well, we’ll be here at least a few hours, still.”

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