#xargentum

[xkuja]

"The clown guy... Why is he... like that?"

      The poor dear had no idea what an interesting question that was.

      Why was he like that? It had to have been more than the magic they flushed through the veins of the man he once was. Power corrupted, so they preached... But had that man not been sworn to servitude? Had that treatment alone really been what warped him so out of shape?

At any rate, it was a question far too open ended to answer. "...Kefka is a jester. Does he not play his role most splendid?”

[cookignis]

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Prompto was the one who introduced Ignis to shooting games. His first being the arcade Time Crisis/House of Dead game that Noct and Prom enjoy playing ( as seen in the Brotherhood anime ). 

The first time they met, Prompto was a little more or less intimidated by Ignis’ seemingly stoic and serious personality. Though upon spending more time together Prompto came to realize that Ignis was more of a dork than his appearance made him seem. 

Ignis appreciates Prompto’s help with setting the table and minding the stove on some nights during their travels. 

Ignis is often inclined to go with what Prompto names their combo attacks ( e.g naming their Cross-Chain ‘Rush Link’ and both unabashedly using the name despite Gladio thinking it’s lame )

[leorugiet]

a shy 'trace'

Send “trace” to purposely touch one of my muse’s scars

Without looking, he flinches his back away from the touch, and quickly turns to face who had touched him. When he sees Prompto, his tense expression relaxes a bit, and he settles down. He pulls his shirt down quickly, deciding he is finished examining his wound.

“That’s an old wound.” Cor states. “Nothing I can do about it.” Yet it makes the skin on his body a blotchy pink-red, and no hair grows there. He’s been burned. And the mark it left is not one of an open flame, but more one of a brand or a hot iron poker. “Let’s just focus on patching up for now...”

[crystalchosen]

@xargentum ❤️'d for a starter from Noctis!

"Hey, Prom." Noct's voice was kind, as he regarded his friend. Concerned, really. There had certainly been high pressure for the past few days: a constant feeling of running back and forth that left the crew feeling tired and drained. Tensions were high, as they usually were, but even the prince had to admit that he and Gladio had been seeing eye to eye less and less lately. Poor Ignis had his hands full playing mediator, as per usual. And Prompto-.

Well, Noctis thought with no shortage of shame, he hadn't exactly bothered to check in with the other, lately. But with Gladio off training and Ignis preparing dinner, it was as good an opportunity as any to talk.

Blue eyes were soft, reflecting the fading sunshine as he studied the blond carefully. He knew how the other could get in his own head. "You okay, man? Hungry? Iggy says dinner should be ready soon." A cautious attempt at tentative conversation. He wasn't exactly the feels-y type.

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xargentum replied to your post: Sets his bangs on fire///

oh my god i read this as beautiful cocks and im jUST GONNA leave

i mean, knowing me, i wouldn’t be surprised if that was what i said BUT NOCTIS WTF. 

[grewsiilver-blog]

❛ take me to the moon. ❜ // im sorry these were too cute to resist....

lovely suggestions / accepting / @xargentum

      that will take more than one (1) weed &. i do not have more than one (1) weed. 

[xkuja]

"Well uh, aren't clowns supposed to be... happy? Pretty sure he's... N- nevermind..."

     Prompto had earned himself a tap on his freckled little nose. “My~! How perceptive you are~. Best keep such clever observations to yourself though, it wouldn’t do to let him know his mask has slipped.

     “Besides, the Tragic Clown™ is a terribly common trope in theatre... They do have theatre where you’ve hailed, no?”

[xkuja]

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|| ||                      “Oh my dear... You’re shaking.”

      That whining. That pleading. Positively decadent... Such immodest, rapturous music...!

      Yet... 

      “Are you really so averse to the sight of your own blood? They only bring warriors here, you know... I know you’re not unfamiliar with the sight...”

       This one was evidently much too weak for this. If he completely shattered at the first hurdle, it’d spell disaster for his little scheme...

        Pausing, Kuja lifted the dagger to his lips in a thoughtless gesture. Tap. Tap. A sticky red smear clung to his lower lip. Kefka wouldn’t mind him borrowing it. It was practically shared between them now.

      Finally perching himself on the rack beside his trembling prisoner, the soft glow of curative magic lit the tip of his finger, as he trailed it up that narrow, bloodied line. The shallow cut was knit back together. “Apologies. I was a little too much, wasn’t I?”

      Consternation was colouring the reaper’s expression, a worried crease forming in his delicate brow, and a revelatory tremor began in the fingers around the dagger, before he set it down. “...In all honesty I’ve rather little desire to hurt you,” the admission sounded reluctant, and, for once, terribly unsure of himself. “...But I can not let him figure that out. You see... I need you and your dear friends to cooperate somehow. He’ll kill you all if he grows too impatient. And if that happens...”

      “We’re all doomed.”