#exignes

[smalltownshifter]

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@exignes🌩outside in a terrible storm

The rain is coming down in pounding sheets, and Loup’s already soaked to the bone. Which is fine ( preferable, maybe, to the way everything he owns has ended up smelling like the city ), but he’s had a good two and a half decades to get used to the rain, and is out in this on purpose.

His mother raised him not to make snap judgments about folks, but he wasn’t really expecting to see anyone else out here, regards the woman with a careful uncertainty.

“Ma’am? Got a truck. Over there. ‘s open.” There’s nothing in it worth taking, and the thing needs a trick to start, so he doesn’t mind offering. “Or uh. Cell phone? If you need one.”

[novuscaelum]

"💟"

send “💟” for my muse’s reaction to your muse suddenly wrapping mine in a blanket with no explanation

Novus’s eyes had practically been glued to the TV screen since the very start of the program. It was an action feature, one that had battles and all sorts of exciting things. Then again a flick called Wars of Eos couldn’t have anything less. It was way better than history class in his opinion! The boy yelped as he felt a blanket suddenly wrap around his body looking back to to see his ‘’Aunt’ behind him. “Oh, sorry about that Aunt Hazel. I was really getting into the movie.” He figured the blanket was for bed or something else he hadn’t thought of like weather. Whatever it was, he wanted to finish the program first. “Can I stay up and finish it, Aunt Hazel? Please?” 

[allpurposebogeyman]

🚂

@exignes🚂 in the seat next to yours during traveling

Roderick S. Kasun is a gentleman, for a very limited definition of gentleman. ( it includes ‘doesn’t bother women on public transport” at least, which is relevant )

Or-- he means to be a gentleman, but it’s a long train ride and he’s bored.

The woman next to him is--interesting. Not a soldier, exactly, but not entirely cop or merc or civilian either. ( there’s something to the shoulders, that little hint of ready-to-fight that never really smooths out. Rod would know, spends enough of his time trying to hide it in public before he spooks people )

There’s a little bit of an experiment, a shift to make some of his personal arsenal a little more obvious to those that know how to look. It’ll be an interesting conversation if she notices; and if she doesn’t, it at least keeps one of the newer knives from digging into his side. Win-win.

[a-lightcrownd-blog]

@exignes ♥’d for an angsty lyric starter

“my spirit doesn’t move like it did before.”

[novuscaelum]

Oh boy, this was news he’d been partially dreading since he was younger. Today was the day that he’d be assigned a shield, one that wasn’t Gladio since he was Noctis’s personal guardian. Nope. It would be someone new, and hopefully somebody cool. Novus gulped as he entered the throne room, trudging down the long carpet towards his future, and by the looks of things, there was already someone here.

 By the prince arrived at the throne itself, he’d figured out that it was his Aunt Hazel which had him wondering what she was doing here. Sitting in one of the delegates seats till the conversation was finished, the boy spotted Noctis beckon him over. “All I was doing was sitting, Dad. 

The king chuckled. “No son, you haven’t done anything wrong this time. I just wanted to take a moment and introduce you to your new shield.” Oh, that. Might as well get it all over with.  “Yeah, where are they anyway? I thought they’d be here by now...” Noctis merely pointed a finger, to which Novus’ dark blue eyes followed straight to Hazel. “WHAT?!”

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[englaive]

(enter the second thing/triangle cause my phone isn't cooperating)

Δ = playing with their hair .  | this old ass longdue meme. | @exignes

as usual , is he condoning silence through untold thinking— of galahd , his family— or what’s left of it , the kingdom , & his place in it. it’s difficult to adhere to those who find these outsiders repulsive— through all the battles they’ve fought to have them keep their peace. & he agonizes over it— to prevent the other glaives— the people —from thinking their work is no less important than citizens they’re saving. it’s tough.

& he let that all shroud him— to the point where he feels something in his hair shift— widened eyes & a quick look aside him , he spots the other. of course he’s let a low grunt ( out of realization ) emit from within his throat , eyes narrowing at the culprit ‘fore he eases into his friends’ touch. “ so what’s with this hair thing? ‘cause you’re not the only one who’s done it. “

[khresme]

“Have you come to seek succor with the Lord Bahamut?”

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[novuscaelum]

[continued from here]

“There was a war? I mean, there probably was a whole bunch but, didn’t Grandpa beat them all with The Wall?” There seemed to be so many that Novus couldn’t keep track of them all. "Wait, you were there? You... You fought with him? Wow!" Consider him intrigued! "What'd you guys do, and what's the Glaive? Is that like a super secret weapon like a gun?" Why couldn't his history class be this exciting? "You gotta tell me what happens!" Novus was figuratively and literally on the edge of his seat since he'd sat down after greeting her. "Can you?"

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