#clairais

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✩ ˖ ˚ . @clairais​.

                                                ❝   iiii don’t know about this !!  ❞

some onset of panic infects him like a virus, a wildfire spreading through his veins. eyes dart from the monsters before them to the woman aside him on repetition. fingers shake mildly & he realizes the over-estimation that must be crawling through her mind. incompetence is truly lethal.

                                      ❝   i mean, there’s two of us  .  .  .  and a lot of them ! ❞

[ringslain]

          ★ ▌STARTER CALL — ❛ @clairais.

Nyx doesn’t have the faintest idea as to who she might be, save for the fact that she takes down the creature he’d been ready to engage with surprising ease. Her movements are quick and for a brief second, he thinks she might be warping, though knowing it’s impossible for anyone besides the king or his glaives to wield such power has him pushing the thought aside in favor of the reality.

“Impressive,” he says, letting loose a low whistle as the beast lands heavy against the earth, kicking up dirt that leaves a light dusting on their clothes. “You’re not a normal hunter.”

It’s not a question, but an observation. A hunter didn’t have skills like that or a blade like the one she carried. Hell, calling her a hunter of any kind seemed like a disservice to the skills she displayed. Were she anything less than a soldier boasting years of service, he’d be surprised.

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clairais replied to your post:

gladi’s butt is better tb h

can’t say i agree.

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clairais replied to your post:

but did you really ever have control tho

no, not really. my best friend and i mcfuckin lose it on occasion so...

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clairais replied to your post:

wow did you hear that wind it sure is strong today

forbidden from touching the royal butt. go touch another butt.

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           " whenever you're in trouble, won't you stand by me? " // @clairais |  lyric sc

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@clairais

❝ Wait Light, what do you mean by that? ❞ Her sudden outburst was the last thing he had been expecting in that moment. ‘I NEED MY SPACE’. Hope was unsure how to take that, how deep did the meaning behind that go? Did she not want him anymore? Was he not good enough? ( OF COURSE HE WASN’T, Lightning deserved way better than him ) The feels that came pouring into his chest were pushed way down, his face remaining calm and collected. His feelings be damned, he was going to get to the bottom of this. ❝ Why are you collecting your things? What’s going on? Light! ❞ She moved around his apartment at a break neck pace, like she was going to run away from him all over again. 

He couldn’t risk that. He couldn’t let her walk out of his life all over again. He’d lost her so many times before that his heart COULDN’T take another blow like this. His composure snapped as he saw her reach for the door and Hope followed suit after her. His hand reaching out and grabbing her wrist. She can’t run away anymore. He’d make her sit and talk things out even if it meant that they’d be up all night. The work that followed in the morning could easily be missed, his feelings couldn’t be. 

❝ Claire please will you wait a second! ❞ Her real name rolled off his tongue to press the matter. He hated using it against her in moments like this but he prayed that it would get through her head that she needed to stop RUNNING AWAY FROM HIM. ❝ Don’t go. ❞ His voice had faded to a meek whisper and his facade of calm was breaking down into the tears that threatened to crawl their way up his throat. He can’t watch her walk out that door anymore. ❝ Please. ❞ The feelings in his chest broke past the wall he had built and he couldn’t control them. Internally he was being blown apart at the thought of losing the woman he loved.             

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( @clairais )

WIDE OPEN SKIES GREET the early risers, an attractive forget-me-not blue that cannot possibly herald an impending doomscape of eternal night. While training ensues and good-natured jibes follow soon thereafter each clash of weaponry ( Gladio is particularly keen on preparing Noctis for the worst this morn, as the weather may allow ) the aide-de-camp’s attentions turn to the latest addition to the light’s retinue.       

“My curiosity leads me to inquire, if I may -- might there be any particular reason as to why you decided to join the ranks of his majesty’s glaives, Lightning?”