#starshell

[pup-prince]

sibbies by leash instead of blood <3

[dollsleeper]

toy siblings in the sunbathed room

normal colors

[thecountofs]

Mustang (in pulseArmor) w/ a Gold Lancer bodyguard (in starShell)

[tactic]

                                                         ››› @starshell​

he doesn’t really know why he likes to talk to him. he doesn’t have anything interesting to say. he wants to branch out—er, somewhat. it’s part of the process of making himself... better. it’s difficult, though. somehow a little easier since he doesn’t have to think about him looking directly at him. it’s through a screen, after all.

to. › prompto. from. › kadoc.

nothing happened today. i played some game?  i haven’t done that in awhile, so it took a bit to get used to. last night i fell asleep while i was making tea, and slept for 12 hours. what are you doing?

[regemverum]

@starshell​ // x

Ardyn had come to terms rather quickly with the fact that he’d died.

He had waited for years for the chosen king to rise, years for him to become strong enough to finally be an equal to him -- and damn, did it feel good to finally be free.

That would have been an odd sentiment for anyone else, to wish for death. He’d lived two thousand years in torture, hidden away as the Adagium only to rise as the Chancellor to Niflheim purely with the purpose of making life that much more difficult for the young Lucian prince.

So when Ardyn arrived in Isola his first thought was not that he’d been kidnapped from his own world and placed in another; Ardyn actually thought, wildly, that he might be in some sort of afterlife. Free of his ties to Bahamut and not sparing more than a thought or two for the soon-to-be-dead Lucian King, he found himself smiling more and more as he strolled down the streets, bowing occasionally to anyone who looked his way. He was a man of class, after all, and though the memories inside of him swarmed him and collided with each other to make a less-than-complete picture.

What was the word he was looking for?

Ah, calm. Yes, Ardyn felt calm.

That was, at least, until he spotted the little MT. Ardyn frowned a little at the sight of blond hair, his brows furrowing as he tried to piece together what he knew to be true of this world alongside the revelation that Noctis’ little friend Prompto was here.

Well, it wouldn’t do to ignore him, now would it? That would just be rude.

“I hadn’t a clue that they let experiments into this city,” Ardyn said as he came up behind the younger man. He grinned as he got up right in Prompto’s space. “They must be relaxing the laws if they’re going to let MTs in.”

[fierydaggers]

starter call // @starshell​

It is, ultimately, a coincidence that Ignis finds him.

A very, very welcome one. After so much wandering, and so many strangers, Prompto’s voice is like a beacon. The comfort of it, the familiarity of it. He never thought too hard about how much he liked taking care of his friends until suddenly he was without them.

It hadn’t been very long at all, but still, stumbling about in the dark gets lonely very quickly.

“Prompto--” Ignis begins, but the words catch in his throat. He can’t decide what to say first. At last he settles on, “Are you well?”

[dotchr-blog]

starshell replied to your post:      “I just think the moon’s haunted!” Sound...

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     “Ghosts.”

[firedlion]

          EYES ARE CAST TOWARD THE shoreline, arms leaning against a wooden rail along one of the several passages through the boardwalk in golden ward. several pass him by as he quietly watches the lapping waves, waiting for someone in particular to show up---he would be getting here shortly, right? one hand reaches into his pocket to pull out his phone, opening the several texts inviting the other in order to discuss something, before glancing over his shoulder to keep a look out, only to note a familiar head of blond hair making its way through the crowds. ❝ Hey! Prompto! ❞ cramming the phone into his pocket, he’s quick to call out over the crowd to draw his attention, turning to trot over to meet him part way.

          ❝ No trouble finding me? ❞ he had made it a point not to move too much, though with how crowded it got in the last fifteen minutes, he would hardly be surprised.

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