#fugitively

[swornring-blog]

“Are you a camera? Every time I look at you, I smile.” ( honestly just let me make photography puns i must )

“ew prompto, dat’s gay.”

[ruinosusangelus]

@fugitively

His eyes fix upon the blonde one, his expression dons an enthusiastic grin. Negotiations under way, he couldn't help but see something in the eyes of another. A secret, perhaps? He wasn't sure; but it was something that silently screamed loud enough to seduce his interest. Like a child bored of a toy, he ignores the prince in favour of the golden-haired one. Slow steps guide him forward toward him, his lips are plump with a smile.

"How about you? Uh..." he thinks, rolling his eyes back as though he were to sneeze "the one with the penchant for chocobos! How about you ride shotgun in my vehicle while your friends follow?" The suggestion may have seemed coy, but that was exactly the sort of man Ardyn had presented himself to be. A man of no consequence, one who only performed threateningly. Beneath the veil of a red curtain he would keep them guessing, as dramatic and as beautiful as ever.

"So you know I’ve no bad intentions and so I know you'll certainly follow me. No funny games now, boys."

[deliicatus-archive-blog]

@fugitively 🌙-- Normally, Pryna was a calm, docile almost ladylike canine. Today, however, it seemed something brought out her inner excitement and she dashed through the busy streets of Altissia. It was a rare opportunity to have a quiet walk with her dog, a white shawl around her head and sunglasses to disguise herself. Lunafreya nox Fleuret could be, for once, a normal woman who wanted to talk a nice stroll. The duty of the oracle was behind her at the moment. Of course, Pryna decided tranquility wasn't her cup of tea and began to run wildly, her target a young blond man. Not use to running in a mad dash with heels on, Luna fought to keep up, shouting commands along the way. "Slow down! Pryna!" Her voice went up several octaves as other people tried to avoid the dog path. And lo and behold, the white dog stopped in front of the man. For some reason, she seemed happy. Getting up on her hind legs, she desperately wanted the man's attention. "No. Pryna! Oh, I'm so sorry sir!"

[lucisking-blog]

@fugitively // cont’d.

A hand brushed through his hair as he watched his best friend attempt to comfort him, though it did little to easy his own anxiety. His hand came up to touch Prompto's, pausing for a moment, the touch lingering, before he removed the male's hand from his shoulder. He turned, arms crossed over his chest. ❝ It might have been different, ❞ his voice was hoarse as if he'd been crying, but he had yet to shed a tear. ❝ If I was there. I might have been able to save my dad. ❞