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[childrenofestheim]

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“Poor thing.”

Since the fall of Insomnia Rain had taken to hunting until he could figure out his next best plan, perhaps meet up with some trustworthy members of the Crownsguard or Kingsglaive that managed to get out in one piece as well. 

It was during one of his hunts that he came across a poor wounded Chocobo, and while thankfully she didn’t seem to be roughed up too much he found that he was unfortunately out of potions for the time being. With a sigh he bent down and cast cure without a second thought, smiling as he watched the flightless bird slowly stand up and wander off. 

However, upon turning around, he found himself being stared at by the Prince’s advisor from a short distance, as he apparently was quite close to their camp. Cursing under his breath he could only shove his hands in his pockets and keep his head down as he started to take off in the opposite direction. This was no time to attract attention to himself, even if the dear Prince was alive unlike what the printed rumors stated. 

[unworthychosenone]

Help Me Heal // fatavidentem

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I’m not done with you yet, bitch! If you try to get with anyone or tell anyone about me, I’ll be sending some pretty little pictures of you in your place to reporters across Lucis. Think the king will still love you when he sees his son’s a-

Noctis curled further around his throw pillow, trying to blend in with the couch or merge entirely with it. Ignave Armarium was a guy in his class who he’d thought liked him. He thought he wanted him for who he was but all the other boy had wanted was to use him. And the photos.. Six, how could he have been so blind? Of course he was just using the prince for pleasure and didn’t give a damn how it affected him.

Thinking of all the photos the other had that he could just send out whenever he wanted? Tears fell from Noct’s eyes knowing his reputation and how his father saw him would be destroyed if those pictures ever came out. But he didn’t have much time to worry before there was a knock at his door and the sound of keys in the lock.

Ignis.

The prince quickly turned around so he was laying facing the back of the couch, hiding his face in the pillow. He didn’t want to worry his friend with tears and awful thoughts. Maybe if he pretended to sleep the other would go home.

[medicusimmortalem]

♭ - grip my muse’s jaw to make them look yours in the eye (I'm sorry I honestly can't remember which of my many muses you follow, so I'll just go with me fav- Iggy?) -fatavidentem

Manhandling meme | Accepting | @fatavidentem

For a split second, Ardyn looks as if he’s been taken off guard, eyes wide. He goes so still it scarcely seems like he’s breathing. And then that split second passes and his eyes narrow. He smiles, slow and narrow, and reaches up to curl a hand around Ignis’s wrist.

“Pardon me for assuming,” he offers, silken and saccharine, “but I would hazard a guess that you’re old enough to know how to use your words.” His fingers tighten like a vise around Ignis’s wrist. “Shall we start this conversation over, perhaps?”