#lunarbranded

[ofglaiveandguard]

@lunarbranded

Ignis Scientia, in Cor’s opinion, was not one to exaggerate. He was, perhaps the person who knew Noctis the best – it was hardly surprising considering how much time they spent together. Regis had introduced them when they were just children and Ignis generally knew most of what was going on in the Prince’s life.

Ignis was at a loss though.

The Prince hadn’t been answering calls or texts. Nobody could get hold of him and Ignis was worried. So worried that he reached out to Cor. As the Marshal of the Crownsguard, the safety of the royal family was one of his top priorities.

He tried calling his phone first.

He doubted the Prince would be so bold as to ignore him, but it was a possibility. Unsurprisingly he fared no better better than Ignis – no answer. His next port of call was Prompto, but the boy hadn’t heard from Noctis either. Showing up at his apartment was a last resort and the man stood outside for a good few minutes, knocking and calling out for the Prince. Noctis was there, he knew that much. The door was locked from the other side and the key was still in the lock which was why Ignis couldn’t get in.

He was hoping to find the Prince engrossed in a video game, neglecting his responsibilities but safe and well.

Walking into the apartment to find the young man in a heap on the floor, lifeless, he felt his blood go cold. Cor was at his side in seconds, dropping to one knee as he reached out to check his pulse. He let out a breath he hadn’t even realised he’d been holding when he found what he was looking for – a pulse. It was at that point he pulled out his phone and called for help, namely the Citadel’s paramedics and Clarus. 

The Prince had taken something, the evidence was on the table, but Cor didn’t know what. Hopefully the paramedics could shed some light since Noctis was in no state to answer questions.

“Noctis,” he murmured, pressing a hand to the boy’s head, brushing his bangs out of his face. “Noct. Can you hear me?”

[valiisthea]

@lunarbranded

“What’re you doin’ out here on the training grounds? Nobody said we were getting a visit from His Highness today.”

[destinysthralls]

@lunarbranded

“Thank you for helping me prepare dinner,” Ignis says, stirring expertly as he fries the noodles in the pan. “I know vegetables aren’t exactly your favorite... But stir-fry is practically nothing without them. Besides. After the day we had, we could all use a heartier, healthier meal before we rest. Your shield nonwithstanding.”

They had entered the Cresthelm Channels dungeon what felt like days ago---and their efforts had proven useless when faced with the challenge of navigating the tunnels. In the end they had had to give up for the evening, climbing back up the stairs and setting up camp right as the sun had started to rise.

If Ignis is being honest, even he was having trouble staying awake now. Noctis helping would make the process of cooking dinner go faster, and that was what he was thankful for most of all. Gladio had simply made himself a cup of noodles and gone to bed. Prompto sat playing King’s Knight at a sloppily laid table. Which left Noctis and Ignis time to themselves as much as they ever got these days.

As much as Ignis enjoyed spending time with his own best friend, Gladio, and seeing Noctis and his best friend interact (and in truth, Ignis had grown quite fond of the younger man in recent years, and much approved of him despite his penchant for laziness), Ignis sometimes missed being alone with Noctis. He had spent years taking care of him one-on-one. It was odd not to be able to nag at him so or even compliment him without embarrassing him more than usual. Standing next to him now preparing a meal reminded him of much less complicated days in Insomnia. But of course, he kept that to himself for now. No use dredging up memories now when so many terrible things had happened since.

[voxlilium-archive-blog]

@lunarbranded

Since Noctis hadn’t sounded very good on the phone during their brief conversation, Prompto had swiftly decided he was coming over. He didn’t know what happened, or whether Noctis even wanted company, but he wanted to at least offer his presence, so Prompto packed his bag, making sure he got his phone and his beloved camera, and then left the house quickly. 

The heat outside hit him in the face when he traded that in for the cool air-condition from inside. But he didn’t mind the heat, the sunny weather and the fact that it stayed bright for so long until late at night made Prompto feel like he could achieve even more during a day.

He reached the entrance door to the house where the apartment was located in and pressed on the doorbell button downstairs, hoping that either Noctis, or Ignis if he was with him, would open the door so that he can enter. Maybe he should have called Noctis first to tell him he’s on the way...?

[triggerdance-archived]

@lunarbranded​

for a thread note this takes place after ch1 of Running Behind

   How long had it been since he escaped? A moon? Two moons? His wounds had stopped bleeding, now caked under the shirt he had stolen off a clothes line. Along with his pants. The socks, boots, and undergarment he had on were the only piece of clothing he had from that horrible place. 

      A MAKESHIFT bracelet had been made from the fabric of his body suit to cover the BARCODE on his wrist, that LOUDLY proclaimed he wasn’t human. His hair was long to his shoulders, bright locks sullied by dirt. 

   And he himself? His already petite frame was somehow even SMALLER, mainly just SKIN and BONES. In fact the clothes he had stolen were BIG on him. The pants stayed up only because he had taken some rope and made a makeshift belt. 

      He now was hiding out in the back alleys of this busy city, DESPERATELY trying to stay in the shadows, NEEDING food. His stomach was aching, he hadn’t eaten in nearly FOUR days. At least anything that didn’t just make him feel just as EMPTY before he ate.

    NH-01987 had learned that the bags that were tossed out by... Restaurants? Yes that was the word. They had food often in them. Scraps leftover from meals or food that had been deemed unservable. It didn’t matter to him. 

      Thus here he was, outside a place... That served sushi? He wasn’t sure what it was entirely. He found his way to the back, finding where trash had just been dumped and thus he started his methodical process of carefully opening the bags so he wouldn’t spill the contents anywhere and began rummaging through.

  To his horror though, he heard the back door’s hinges slowly SQUEAK open, the sound enough to make him want to run, but instead he found himself like a deer in headlights as someone about his age appeared, calling back into the building about leaving work and then...

      Their eyes meet and he’s certain he’s about to be chased off. After all, one hand was in the bag, the other holding it open, he stooped over. He HOPED and PRAYED none of his wires and ports were showing in this moment, hoping the shadows cast by the building and the darkening sky were enough to hide anything that might betray he wasn’t HUMAN.

        Run. Run, move! 

   His ringing thought, the warning JOLTS him to action, hands dropping the bag and sprinting to dive deeper into the streets, needing to ESCAPE before he was CAUGHT to become a TEST SUBJECT or KILLED or TESTED on until his frail, failure of a body couldn’t take it anymore.

[kingrlccxiii]

lunarbranded replied to your post: "Don't do it because it'll hurt your knee and...

“Unacceptable. Past Lucian records show that siblings don’t have a good time in our family.”

“While that may be true, it does not negate the fact that my little boy has grown up and I miss when he was little.”

[ofastrcmancy]

@lunarbranded has requested a reading.

✩▐░▒ The Miqo’te panted, relieved after the intense adrenaline rush experienced after a queer creature akin to a voidsent, yet certainly did not seem to fit the category of one ambushed him. His Gravity spell served to be the final blow for the creature as the magic’s pull of the stars creating a CRUSHING PRESSURE for any target to fall underneath it. After hearing of the Lord Commander & the Warrior of Light’s mysterious disappearance, the Astrologian being a fellow Champion of Hydaelyn and companion to the Warrior of Light decided to take matters into his own hands ( as the stars bade him to do so, as well as out of sheer concern ), the strange node teleported him to this unknown plains.

In fact, maybe that was all too reckless of him; more of the strange voidsent-like beings came, as if they were infuriated that their kind was slain. X’luca let a small hiss under his breath, under sheer frustration realizing his own folly of not bringing along other Crystalblessed friends like Cain’a or Reika....Until he realized there were four figures who started combating the other creatures. Regaining his composure as the Adrenaline went running again, X’luca joined the fray to help the four men by casting his restorative magicks of the Benefic Bodies to aid them.

[bvlgae]

lunarbranded:

is it requiem quest? because i'm on that and i'm not looking forward to it

YES. Hope you enjoy keysmashing Second Wind