#forniflheim

[pelnaxkhara]

@for-niflheim

brigadier general and commander of the niflheim occupation force for lucis ... well, former now. and with nine lives by all accounts. maybe that had been a prerequisite for joining the imperial army? 

‘ i remember you. do you remember me, general? ’

[nightlightroyalty]

Auribus Teneo Lupum

@for-niflheim continued from here.

Noct’s lip curled as he jerked against the MTs holding him back. His head still ached from his last ditch effort at gaining the upper hand, but it soothed him somewhat to know that Caligo would be feeling that same ache.

“I think we both know I landed more than just one hit” he sneered, ignoring the slight wetness  an his face that signaled the beginning of a bloody nose. If it hadn’t been for those damn generators Noctis was sure he would have been able to handle this on his own. 

[commandernochill]

“What are you doing?”

Sleep Deprivation Sentence Starters

The unexpected voice jerked Loqi out of the uneasy slumber into which he’d drifted. “Sir!” Trying to leap to his feet, his legs got tangled in the coat someone had thrown over him, and he nearly fell off his Cuirass’ foot.

[thekingsshield]

“adopt him and make him into a fine Imperial citizen.” @for-niflheim

    “No thank you! You don’t have to do that! Nope! Totally don’t do that!” 

[thekingsshield]

    Let it be known that whenever Gladio sees Caligo and Loqi talking about Talcott, he is essentially that stock image of an old lady with a gun.

[daemonslayed-blog]

“Gladio, this dick wants to get punched in his face.”

[pelnaxkhara]

@for-niflheim started following you:

‘ pelna, get out of there! it’s a tra — ’

dark brown eyes shot open as a bloodcurdling screech filled his ears, shoulders jerking back, feet scrambling for purchase, head whipping around to try and get a fix on whatever the hell it was that made that noise … two, three beats and the pain set in. every bone, every muscle cried out for mercy. a strangled noise in the back of his throat and pelna still, eyes screwed shut as he tried to do a mental check; anything broken? no. anything missing? no. bruises? not that he’d noticed yet. where did it hurt the most? everywhere … someone had used a curative - potion, phoenix down, whatever - curatives fixed the damage, but they could only do so much. the price for their health was the pain of what you should have suffered.

a cheap price on paper, but curled up on an unsympathetic floor - it didn’t seem so cheap. footsteps echoed in his ears and it was all the glaive could do to open his eyes again, glancing around at surroundings he didn’t recognise.

‘ — where am i? ’