#excultum

[corcnaiism]

;-- just bfs slapping each other's ass aggressively, nearly breaking their backs

[corcnaiism]

───※ ·❆· ※───⁣　 @excultum 　　: ⁣　“ stabbing me would hurt less ” - gladio

　　❛  i—   ❜

words  got  caught  up  in  his  throat,  swallowing  rather  hard  enough  to  cause  a  wince  of  discomfort.  one  would  be  able  to  look  at  prompto’s  face  &  recognize  the  anxiety  that  had  been  built  up  throughout  their  conversation,  yet  he  stood  there  as  tall  as  he  could  &  doing  his  damndest  best  to  not  crumble.    

oh  but  that  was  easier  said  than  done.

the  blonde  licked  his  dry  lips  while  violet  kissed  blue  hues  frantically  looked  at  anything  but  gladio  for  a  moment,  the  visibility  of  his  brain  working  overtime  as  it  tried  to  come  up  with  something  —  ANYTHING  —  to  say,  but  nothing  was  registering.  it  was  like  his  brain  had  created  this  massive  puzzle  with  a  billion  pieces  that  represented  all  worse  case  scenarios,  trying  to  fit  them  into  shapes  that  squeezed  them  perfectly  in  &  not  even  a  single  bit  all  at  once.  nothing  was  clicking,  &  the  more  he  stood  there  without  an  answer,  the  more  nervous  he  became,  but  he  knew  he  had  to  make  his  point  clear  &  open  or  nothing  will  get  resolved.

take  a  deep  breath.

　　❛  i—i  just  think  you  need  to,  um,  work  on  communicating  better.  ❜  　　fidgeting  turned  up  a  notch. 　　 ❛  i  d—didn’t  mean  to  call  you  a  coward,  b—but  it  kinda  sucks  that  you,  um,  keep  shit  from  the  rest  of  us.  nocts  is  trying  really  hard  to  get  you  to  o—open  up,  and  i  .  .  .  i  .  .  .  ❜

another  deep  breath.

　　❛  .  .  .  i  wish  you  would  admit  to  your  true  feelings.  ❜

[estarion]

—＊ @noctecor —＊ @excultum

[altrxisme]

@excultum // random dialogue sentence starters pt. i // [gladio to Jackson my beloveds]

❛  oh, just so you know, i don't ever lose this game.  ❜

A boyish grin spread across the brunet's face, his freckles standing out beneath the sun above them.

"Oh yeah? I suppose I'll have ta stay on my toes around ya then."

As well-behaved as he was, the man still had a mischievous streak on him since he was a boy. It still showed occasionally, beneath all the courteous manners and smiles, but it always seemed to throw people off just how sneaky he could actually be.

"—May the best man with."

[estarion]

noct gives him a tie with …… little fish on it. it’s custom made insomnian silk. how did the page get it?!

　　　how indeed. it’s a quirky design, but the quality makes up for it. he thinks . . . “thank you, noctis.  i shall wear this, erm . . .”   on their next fishing expedition ? maybe ?? ( soo boring — at least he’ll look fancy. )

[spungolden]

blood, sender cleans blood off of receiver (Noct to Dio!)

actions speak louder than words // noctis and dio @excultum

She sits quietly on the toilet as he dabs at the cut on her face. It's only the frustrated huff that shows that she's still not over the fight she got into. "They shouldn't have been talking shit behind your back while I was there," she grumbles. After all, she had more or less adopted the prince as a little brother. "They got a lucky hit in, but they got worse. Those guys shouldn't talk shit about you for the rest of the time I'm there." Of course, that wouldn't be that long, but still. If Noctis wanted someone besides his guards to beat the shit out of someone, she would gladly take them on. "Thanks for helping."

[morisenatha]

😿 - rubs my muse’s shoulders or back [from Nuverith!]

Touch Starved Prompts

Therith groans as the heels of Nuverith's palms knead into her back, ears drooping in content. Far too many late nights spent at the War Table and bent over her desk had left her stiff and aching, so Nuverith's unprompted back rub couldn't have come at a better time.

"You should get paid for this, falon, your hands feel heavenly."

[prodigum]

@excultum — ❛  how  long  have  things  been  like  this ?  ❜ / nuverith & leliana

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐕𝐎𝐈𝐂𝐄 𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐃𝐎𝐄𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐌𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐇𝐄𝐑 from her trance. half a dozen pieces of rolled parchment are scattered across the map on her desk. twice as many connections forming in her brain — all sparks and full of intent. leliana finds herself too far into her own mind , these days. snapping into reality feels like a gulp of much-needed air. she doesn't like to think about how it feels good.

a few moments later , leliana moves her head slightly in the inquisitor's direction. still avoids eye contact. ❝ for as long as i can remember. ❞ a moment more , eyes set on the leftmost portion of the map. she drags them away. lets out a sigh. looks over at the inquisitor and softens both in facial expression and body. she straightens her spine , further opening herself up for whatever conversation the inquisitor sought to bring ( conversation that on a great many days , the spymaster welcomes. )

❝ i apologize , inquisitor. ❞ a gentle smile graces pink lips. ❝ it would seem that optimism eludes me , these days. ❞ she leans to her left , allowing her hip to rest against her desk. crosses her arms. ❝ forgive me if i am wrong , but i take it that you aren't so well versed in the histories of southern thedas? the dalish , in my experience , do not much concern themselves with outsiders. ❞