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                             ❛   i can’t say i’ve been there recently. i’ve had my hands tied recently with guiding the ORACLE - but i hope to go back to insomnia one day is it jus’ as gorgeous as it was years ago? .    ❜

@dawnstrap   .    s.c

[sinfulgaze-archive-blog]

♱ .*･｡ﾟ @dawnstrap ♡

            ❝  well  ~  since  you  asked  nicely,  i’d  love  to  take  a  picture  with  you  !!  ❞

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❛    I wish I had a better excuse , but I can't even lie ; you got me .    ❜

@dawnstrap / sc. / song.

[ffamran-archive]

09 & 10

MEME || ACCEPTING

09. Of everyone you know, who’s the most like you?

FOR BALTHIER, THE answer to this one was SIMPLE; the woman whom he’d traveled with for a great portion of his life was the one whom undoubtedly was the most alike to him. Though she didn’t share his womanising tendencies nor his flair and extravagance on the exterior, nor he display her calm demeanour or wisdom, and even with the obvious age gap between the two, not to mention their differing races, on the inside, Balthier and Fran were like two peas in a pod; almost as if the pair were meant to hunt down treasure together until their last days. And to think, if Balthier had never left Archades, and Fran, the wood, they never would have crossed paths. To him, it is proof that the Fates, though he deny the God’s existence fervently, have had some intervention in his fortune.❝NOBODY KNOWS men like FRAN does … That’s why she’s stuck around with me all these years~!❞HOWEVER, HE DID admit that VAAN shared some similarities with his youthful self, full of exuberance and passion, much like Balthier did in happier times, and though the man annoyed him to no end, what with the stigma and assumption that he was Balthier’s “ apprentice “ , Balthier did count himself lucky that he had found Vaan on that fateful day in the Palace treasury, otherwise, his life might have lost quite a bit of excitement !

10. Of everyone you know, who’s the least like you?

FOR BALTHIER, THIS was a harder question to formulate an answer to; to him, not being like someone doesn’t mean that the sky pirate and this person necessarily didn’t enjoy each other’s company, just that they had so many differences that one would question their relationship in the first place. Out of the main party, for Balthier, that would be BASCH. Balthier respects Basch as a warrior and the soldier that he used to be, serving in multiple Dalmascan conflicts, including the Battle of Nalbina, yet he didn’t know if it was the 15 year age difference between them ( even though that never stopped his relationship with Fran … ) nor their differing pasts, but the only common attribute the two really shared was the equally large bounties on their heads … Even after Vayne was defeated, whilst Balthier couldn’t keep much contact with anyone from his former party, Basch was the one whom Balthier probably never directly sent anything to; after all, he was busy in his new life as Judge Gabranth.

[ascensionem]

' hey, so... ' silence wraps around them a thick dark cloak, only it provides no warmth, but, rather, the chilling atmosphere of a night lit only by the occasional street lamp. fire flies soar about them, blinking as they appear & fade once again into the darkness. ' sorry 'bout earlier... your shoulder's hurt 'cause of me. shoulda kept up my game, yeah ? ' & he expects to be handed off, not to be corrected, but agreed with, & his head falls shamefully, fingers stretched behind his neck.

Silent acknowledgement comes easy, what with the lazy cant of Noctis’ head. As always, Noctis regards Prompto with a blank, yet reassuring look: he’s listening to every word. Part of the prince has a feeling he already knows what’s eating Prompto up, and the other part of him is a little surprised. So when the confession unveils the reason as to why Prompto kept shooting him glances all day, Noctis turns to fully face him, his brow furrowed.

     “-----You think it’s your fault?” Noctis asks, his voice gentle. He feels his chest tighten, and his gaze falls to the leather of the space between them. He’s not looking for an answer he already knows, but it’s confrontational, and now Noctis knows he’s caught the heart on Prompto’s sleeve without meaning to. A huff escapes him, and the prince shakes his head. Unconsciously, the prince touches the bandaged shoulder, finding the fabric of his jacket there. “It’s-- It’s not that bad,” Noctis tries, “so don’t...” The words fall short, lips parted with the pause. Noctis gradually catches Prompto’s gaze, and his worried face more than enough to dissuade the approach Noctis had started with. He falls quiet, if only for a moment, and the words come a little easier. “I’d do it again,” he says, “and I didn’t want you to get hurt, so it’s not your fault, okay?” 

Noctis falls silent for a fleeting moment, expression full with raw sentimentality as his head lowers. A smile blooms then, crooked and shy. “.....I can protect you guys too.”

[escutcheoningly-blog]

i just wanna let u kno i've been on ur blog listening to your autoplay for the past like Lots of hours and i love it,

!!!! im just posting this bc i wanna save it asdfghjkl!!! i’m glad!!! you like my autoplay! I strive for only The Angstiest of kalle songs

[godlymutt]

❛ hey!! hey hey, prompy! prompy prompy! lookie at what i took a picture of! ❜ proceeds to show him a selfie of her and the naga. ❛ isn’t she pretty? also, i think she bit me! do you think i’ll die? death is cool! ❜ // @dawnstrap - sc.

[ascensionem]

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     “-----Prompto?” the prince mutters, surprise in his soft tone. The campfire remains kindled, aflame, and Noctis finds himself crawling out of the tent he’d originally peeked out of. In all honesty, he’d expected his best friend, of all people, to conk out just as he was about to. But, Noctis also isn’t clueless, and can easily surmise that something could be keeping Prompto on edge -- or he’s having a bad day, just as he was. Blinking away his bleary vision, Noctis gradually shuffles his way over to the empty chair next to the sharp shooter -- the back of his hand presses against his droopy eyes. 

     “Mnn... what’s keeping you...?” Noctis asks, brows furrowing together as his sight adjusts to the dimly lit campground, dumping his weary form onto the chair. “Not tired yet?”