#bewachen

[trueking]

@bewachen​ sent :    [ 𝚃𝙴𝚇𝚃 ] yeah rodeo girls will do that to u tho      ( txt starters.   /   accepting !! )

[ 𝚃𝙴𝚇𝚃 ] id rather find out what rodeo boys do [ 𝚃𝙴𝚇𝚃 ] wait [ 𝚃𝙴𝚇𝚃 ] where do you find all these girls?

[nichttherapierbar]

Ein gutes Herz zu haben, heißt nicht, dass man schwach ist..

... nur musst du darauf achten, dass es immer gut bewacht ist..!

- Genetikk

[trueking]

@bewachen​ sent :    [ 𝚃𝙴𝚇𝚃 ] THE FUCKER STOLE MY TERRIYAKI JERKY         ( txt starters.   /   accepting !! ) 

[ 𝚃𝙴𝚇𝚃 ] actually we liberated it  [ 𝚃𝙴𝚇𝚃 ] shouldntve left it lying around  [ 𝚃𝙴𝚇𝚃 ] tasted good tho [ 𝚃𝙴𝚇𝚃 ] you should get that at the next stop again

[trueking]

      noctis dips his head in response to a lord’s comment  --  boring man, thinks himself something special because his daughter married a generic councilman  --  and swirls the glass of wine he holds idly with one hand. a small smile dances on his lips, just enough to pass as interest. 

      “  as fascinating as this is, lord akron, my presence is required elsewhere.  ”  he inclines his head towards ignis now, gives ignis a look that just screams  ‘  make sure my schedule is full for the next ten years  ’  .  “  my advisor can arrange for us to continue this on a later date, yes ?  ”

      he turns and walks away, steps careful, measured. knowing gladio is following, he remains silent for a moment, just long enough that the lord he’s just abandoned won’t realized he’s been ditched just for this, then he turns again and offers gladio a smile.  “  might i have this dance, gladiolus ?  ”   ( @bewachen )

[trueking]

@bewachen​ said :    “ i thought we’d have more time. ”   ( time.   /   accepting !! )

      “ i did too. ” 

      but if his life was the price to pay to know that gladio and the others would live in a world free from the scourge  --  then it was a price he’d pay without hesitation. the math added up in their favor, after all, did it not ?  one life  --  his, to save countless more  --  well, the victory would taste bitter on his lips, but at least he would do right by his people. 

      oh, but the way gladio’s face twisted in agony as he told him of his fate  --  noctis wasn’t sure he could ever forget that look, the despair, the pain  --  he never wanted gladio to know such suffering, and yet  --  in only a few days time, noctis himself would be the cause of gladio’s pain. it wasn’t right. it wasn’t fair. 

      but it was how it had to be. this was noctis’ burden to bear. 

      “ please  --  tell me you can forgive me. ”

[trueking]

@bewachen​ said :  ‘ you’re too old to be this shy. ’      ( candles.   /   accepting !! )

      “ the funny thing is : i don’t really feel my age. ”  ten years have passed and it still feels like just last week they were spending every night under the stars or in a caravan, running around lucis in the regalia. the last time he saw gladio and the others, they all still had hope in their eyes and their hearts. 

      now, the light was gone from the world in the most literal way possible, and nothing was as he remembered. only two things were certain -- he wanted gladio more than anything, and he had to die. 

      “ i just -- stay with me .  .  . ? ”

[faultedcodes]

a fucked up kissing meme / accepting

@bewachen​: 💔

send  me   ‘  💔  ’   to  generate  the  angsty  way  that  our  muses  kiss.  feel  free  to  specify  a  number  or  who  is  kissing  who  if  you’d  like. -- 19. a kiss with tears

       there are nights where prompto struggles to find peace, where his thoughts run rampant and he can’t shut his brain off despite how hard he tries to. tonight is no different, and despite his constant tossing and turning in the tent, effortless attempts to make himself comfortable; he can’t fall asleep. prompto is cautious as he slips from the tent, mindful not to wake anyone else up on his way out. he just needed to sit for a while, stare at nothing and try desperately to rid his mind of intrusive thoughts. it’s not often that he gets quiet moments like these, where he can really allow himself to feel much of anything at all.

        he’s convinced himself that it’s his job to make everyone else happy, that since he’s not much of a fighter and can’t serve as a means of protection in the long run, it’s his job to keep spirits high. there’s only so much he can do, though, with the overwhelming sense of loss. it’d only been days since the fall of insomnia, days since losing everything they all once knew. that burden lays heavy on his shoulders, it’s a pain he’s not sure he’ll ever know how to mend. not for himself, not for his friends. the blonde sits not too far from the tent, pulling his knees up to his chest and staring at the fire in front of him. the flames burn low, nearly out as he reaches his hand out and allows the warmth to reach his fingers. 

        bringing that hand back, he rubs at his arm in attempt to soothe himself, eyes dropping to his lap as he shakes his head. ❛ it’s okay, ❜ prompto whispers, and the words come and go as if they’re nothing. no one else around to hear his plea. he sniffles quietly, elbows resting against his knees as his palms lay flat against his forehead. he allows himself this moment to break, choking out a hesitant sob while tears brink in his eyes. they spill over and roll down his cheeks, staining his skin as his fingers curl into his hair. he’s not alone for long, hadn’t been paying mind to the quiet rustling and the footsteps that grew louder in range. it’s only when he hears gladio’s voice that his head perks up, cheeks flushed and embarrassment coloring his features. gladio was the last person that prompto wanted to break down in front of, the one person he wanted to prove himself the most to. prove that he belonged, that he could be strong like the rest of them.

        but he’s not, and maybe that’s okay. because they seem to like him just the way he is, hang ups and all. gladio tells him to look at him and he does, saddened eyes staring up at the shield in a way that makes him feel so much smaller than he actually is. gladio looks at him like he knows, like he doesn’t have to explain anything, and for once prompto feels understood. seen. a rush of confidence runs through his veins and he leans in, holding onto gladio’s shoulder as he kisses him. it’s soft and rushed, but it’s what he needs more than anything. if only for this moment, he needs to feel wanted. another wave of tears pour down his cheeks as he shuts his eyes tighter. they taste salty on his own lips and he hopes gladio can’t taste them either, he’s already embarrassed enough as it is to be crying. as far as first kisses go, he’s sure this is awful and is already rehearsing in his head how he’s going to ask him to never bring it up if it was bad, 

        prompto pulls away when he needs to breathe, blinking back to reality and finally having gotten out of his own head for a minute. he gulps, uses the back of his arm to wipe his dried tears and still faces his friend, despite not being able to look him in the eye. ❛ i’m sorry, ❜ he breathes out, eyebrows furrowing together as he draws his knees to his chest once more. silently, he wonders if gladio will tell anyone about this. the kiss, seeing him at his most vulnerable state, all of it. he wonders if gladio will be mad at him, if his silence is only just so he can think of what he’s going to say, how he’s going to reject him.

[trueking]

@bewachen​ said :    ‘ i promise you will not always be this war ’   ( between you & these bones.   /   accepting !! )

      “  isn’t war what i was made to do ?  ”  noctis laughs, and it sounds hollow, bitter, cold. that’s okay. it’s how he feels inside these days anyways. it’s better than the grief; it’s better than the sadness and the anger and the hurt, and he’s starting to think he’d rather stay this way.  “  i wasn’t chosen to fight the darkness with peace, gladio.  ”

      he shrugs, because what else can he do ? a king gives for his people. a king protects his people. he will be a weapon; he will be a war. it’s what his people need. his dad entrusted their people to him, and he can’t fail him. he has a duty to see through. it doesn’t matter if it hurts. it doesn’t matter if it hurts. 

      “  it doesn’t matter how i feel about it, okay ?  ”

      he’s tired.