#oflucis

[onuscientia]

@oflucis​ ;; STARTER -

                       “  i  do  apologize  for  wasting  your  time  ;;  it  was  not  my  intention.  however,  out  of  consideration  for  my  partner,  i  must  inform  you  that  i  am,  indeed,  spoken  for.  “

         a  glance,  in  the  prince’s  direction:  ‘  help  me.  ‘

[croweoftheglaive]

@oflucis  ::  

Rumours were dangerous, rippling hope from outpost to outpost in a world which needed to grasp it.  When word of the progress in Insomnia had reached Lestallum, Crowe was loath to believe it.  Surely it was nothing more than a rumour, something designed to give the people something to hold on to.  The darkness gone, a new dawn, and now the Crown City being rebuilt so speedily?  Call it cynicism —— she just couldn't bring herself to believe it.  Wanted to.  Wanted to believe that her former home was getting back on its feet but after so long, would there (could there) be anything there for her?  

How wrong she’d been.  Needing to see it with her own eyes to believe it, despite prior disbelief, she’d made the journey back to Insomnia.  What she found wasn’t the finished product, in fact far from it but these things would take time.  They’d made a start, a good start.  

Without a plan, the brunette wandered through the streets of the city, trying to avoid the throngs of people working on their projects.  Call it old habit; Insomnian locals, previously, had never been known for treating their refugees kindly.  After all this time, she was still a refugee … and so she stayed away, opting instead to marvel in silence.  Her route, seemingly aimless, carried her through the checkpoints and toward the Citadel —— the one place she needed to lay eyes on.

Like the rest of the city, it was a work in progress but there it was.  The Citadel.  “Damn,” she sighed, stepping forward toward one of the groups standing nearby - it was more difficult to avoid them in such an open space, “They actually did it.”  Finally she smiled, previous cynicism proven wrong.  “How long will it take?” She turned to the nearest cluster of people, “’Til it’s back up and running?”  All she wanted was an estimate, might be worth sticking around to see how everything panned out.  “That’s something I’d like to see..”

[daemonmade-blog]

❤

SEND ME ❤ ON ANON AND I’LL COMPLIMENT SOMEONE AT RANDOM!

    @oflucis   now this is someone i really enjoy seeing on my dash, and i can’t wait to see where our interactions are going! their interpretation is spot on and the mun has been so welcoming of me that i weep tbh — i love noctis so much so to see someone else dedicating their energy on him as a multilayered character warms my heart 🖤

[divinamxultionem-blog]

@oflucis

The world was in a haze. The sky shown bright red, as though the sun had been placed into blood addled waters. Yet, nothing moved. The very air itself hovered in between a breath and a heartbeat, which could be the only companionship to the young man who was standing in the darkness. 

        Everything else was far too QUIET.

Until the footsteps shattered it. They seemed so LOUD, echoing across the buildings to a deafening ROAR. A slow, leisurely stride as a figure appeared from the darkness. The silhouette that appeared beneath the red light appeared to be anything but friendly.

Ardyn’s face was shrouded in the shadows, save for the glistening smile that seemed far too drenched in ooze and slime. It was practically dribbling down his chin as he swayed forward, his hand raising high as an introduction of himself.

      “Ah, Noct!               Such a PLEASURE for you to join me here.”

“Now, now, what are we going to do with this?         Perhaps it is time we play a GAME!”

[daemonmade-blog]

@oflucis || sc.

       ❛  you left them!  ❜  amusement rings from the web of pipelines above, deity soon to drop and level with his mirror image. ❛  i’m impressed!  didn’t think you had it in you to be honest... ❜ brushing his hands, he nears the human with a soundless, ominous stride.   ❛  so, how does it feel? to be truly  a l o n e ?  ❜

[strictomiles]

‘💌‘

Send me ‘💌‘ For a Valentines’ card from my muse

[onuscientia]

The king sprawls himself across lavish sheets, a subtle change to that of the usual. Exposed chest, a rose betwixt his lips, one knee raised and hand to rest upon.

As Ignis enters line of sight, he beckons him with a curl of a digit. A ‘come hither’ look deep in his eyes.

Unprompted Asks - [ ALWAYS ACCEPTING ] ;;

                         --------  oh.  OH.

      forgive  him,  as  he  stares  a  tinge  too  long.  shamelessly  so.  it’s  such  an  endearingly  humorous  sight,  noctis  posted  upon  the  bed  like  some  cliché  movie  character  hoping  to  score  the  plotted  romance.  even  ignis,  not  normally  one  to  express  amusement,  cannot  help  the  squeak  of  a  chuckle  that  goes  muffled  within  a  raised  fist,  a  GREEDY  once  over  taken  before  he  does  as  he’s  unspokenly  told.  “  what’s  all  this?  “  inquired,  as  palms  came  to  rest  flat  against  the  sheets,  pawing  their  way  towards  the  awaiting  king,  “  you  look  rather  silly.  ahaha~  gods,  forgive  me  for  my  laughter.  “  and  the  mirthful  grin,  and  the  dusting  of  cheeks  (  the  latter,  an  EXPECTED  reaction  when  so  close  to  noctis,  and  one  he  couldn’t  ward  away  or  discourage  even  if  he  tried  ).

        slipping  an  adventurous  hand  over  the  exposed  neckline  of  his  superior,  ignis  leaned  in  to  capture  lips  in  a  gentle  kiss,  humming  contently.  “  am  i...  relieved  from  work  for  the  remainder  of  the  evening?  “  gestures  alone  point  to  yes,  but  he  wants  to  hear  it  explicitly  from  the  king.  far  be  it  for  him  to     d i s o b e y,  of  course.

@oflucis  ♡

[strictomiles]

@oflucis​ sent: Text: Gladio: Hey, Gladio. Got an important job for you. It requires your attendance, in my bed. Be there. Thirty Minutes.

Checking his phone a little later than he’d felt the buzz of receiving a message, Gladio let out a soft chuckle and shook his head.

[Text: Noct]: So demanding

There was only fifteen minutes until said ‘important job’.

[Text: Noct]: And if i’m late? What are you gonna do, your majesty?