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@thenoahofdreams
Hey, guys! It’s ya boi Allen with a NYX ULRIC from KINGSGLAIVE: FINAL FANTASY XV. If you’d be interested in writing with a duty bound soldier that would die for his king or his kingdom, complete with occasional bouts of sarcasm and confidence that sometimes borders on arrogance, hit that LIKE / REBLOG button and we’ll check you out. Open to interacting with original characters, other fandoms, etc.!
New indie Prompto Argentum from Final Fantasy XV here to join all y’all in some shenanigans. If you’re interested in writing with this dorky, anxious boy, feel free to like / reblog and I’ll check you out!
clericallis
❝Well, if they were as delicious as you claimed…❞ Libra had a large appetite, all the more sensible to order two pieces of cake. The child seemed aghast, but she wasn’t aware of who he is or what is his line of work. Running around, hunting akumas and dark matter, was taxing work, and he has the appetite to match it.
He turns his head at the mention of a man she pointed to. The informants had said the Noah to be a female, so he suppose he wasn’t it- then, who was? The cafe in itself wasn’t big, wasn’t vast enough that Libra had to sieve through a sea of people to find the person he wants.
But who might they be… ? The girl before him was rather mature for her age, giving off a strange aura, but she looked no more like a child- bar the obvious if the Noah had decided to send a child in their stead, or to fool them, while the true venue had always been elsewhere.
❝I am a policeman,❞ he lied, as his coffee came and he grabs a spoon to stir it. ❝While it is improper for a policeman to divulge his mission, I was deployed here to investigate a criminal, you see-❞
“I do not lie when it comes to sweets!”, the younger one promised with a big grin on her features and continued on finishing her cake, all the while listening to the man and deducing his real intentions. She feigned awe as he spoke of his profession before continuing her cake.
“You’re a policeman!? That’s so amazing though!”, she chirped happily, humming softly as she pondered another minute. “So... you’re saying that there’s a criminal here?”, she inquired, her voice lowered and her gaze scanning through the café once more, seemingly searching for someone who might be the one in question.
However, her mind was working out other scenarios, wondering which one she could use to her advantage in fooling the man. A ‘criminal’ could be about anyone ( or anything) - as well as the perfect synonym of what her kin would be seen as. And she would not have the man leave without having confirmed his identity ( and true profession ) and depending on the result, she might as well have herself a new toy.
“D-Does that mean...that it’s going to be dangerous here..?”, the young child asked once more, now worry tainting her sweet voice with her gaze fixated on the blond. “Is it safe to stay here...?”, she added before glancing around yet again, the next words muttered more than anything. “Maybe I should have the butler come pick me up...” No matter the situation, it would be good for her to be rid of suspicion - a young girl like her, left alone in a café and the attire - it would be difficult to convince people that she was just a normal human being after all ( she wasn’t, as she was the daughter of the Prime Minister after all and beneath that farce, the ninth apostle of the Noah Family ).
Insane Expression Meme, B1 Road Kamelot. Omg I love drawing her so much..! Thank you anon!
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like as much as i love icons and a good psd, sometimes its just tasking to do. and not everyone has great resources. so if you’re okay with having threads with no icons, please reblog this so that people know you’re okay with it. i feel like roleplayers today are too focused on the aesthetics and won’t follow people who use base icons or even none at all. it’s not about icons, but about the writing !!
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@recordbound
It was odd, to say the least: the feeling the man had given her - it was one she could not quite pinpoint: was it sheer curiosity? Perhaps it was his profession? Or might it have been the behavior of his, despite knowing what she was capable of? ( She would not know of his true self, as it was as tightly sealed off as her own. ) Whatever the reason was, it mattered not as she felt drawn to the one called [ Bookman Junior ]. Their arrival had pleased her greatly as she had found herself a new companion ( was he, really? ), another one who sought knowledge just like herself ( but not quite, as it was his task to record history and war ) and they would oftentimes find company in the other to puzzle over the wonders of the world ( along with the cruelty it harbored ). And he was the biggest mystery she had to solve yet ( a man of many facades; a mask she has yet to crack ).
And tonight was one of many as the ninth found the man in the vast library of the Kamelots’ with just a dim candle light at the corner of where he was seated, with piles and piles of books surrounding him and another one in his hands. It was a place where Road would find him frequently, especially on nights he had something on his mind ( he would not let others know as it was not in his place to show his true feelings ) and it was in those nights that their conversation turned out to be the most interesting.
“You’re up late, Allen.”, her voice was soft as she slowly approached the man before coming to a halt in front of the mountain of books and a brief glance was all it took for her to surmise what had occupied him on that particular night. “You seem troubled - do you mind some company?”
hiiddeneyes
HIS HEART pounded pounded pounded, but thankfully she could not hear it. Showing even only an inch of his emotional turmoil would be a false step, the worst mistake he could make. Until he found a safe way out of that situation, he had to play safe, as if he were in front of a predator (and, by the way she circled around him, observing him from every side, he might really be). Don’t attack first. Weigh every word you say. Pay attention to any shift in her face and voice. Remember she haunts those like you and a snap of her fingers could turn you to dust.
Leo followed Road with his gaze as she walked around him, making sure not to lose sight of her for a single second. “So have you.” It was not a matter of age, nor of physical growth. None of them talked about the passage from childhood to adolescence, and both of them knew it well. Once so close, now they were on the opposite sides of the same war - black and white, bad and good. Leo wondered - not without a shiver - how much it would take her to rip his body and mind apart, and if she was going to regret it at all. He thought not.
Her question came as a surprise. Leo startled, puzzled by the concern in her voice and face. She seemed honest. He could not be completely sure, but for a moment he did wish he could trust her worry and think she was the same as before, even if only slightly, even if only for this reunion of theirs. Wishing, though, had never helped him. It had not helped when his mother had died, leaving him alone; it had not helped when he had seen other Exorcists’ bodies horribly mutilated. Wishing did not help; gritting his teeth and going forward did.
Absent-mindendly, he touched his spectacles. “Sort of. They’re helping me, though.” His was only half a lie. His glasses did help him, although he was not mentioning why. The moment she realized what his eyes really were, it would be over for him, he knew it; he felt it in his bones.
“And you?” A very brief pause. “Who are you now?”
@thenoahofdreams
‘ So have you. ‘ The words lingered heavily in the air and the message was clear to [ both ] of them and while it mattered not to Rhode, the younger one inside was suffering. Oh how foolish she was, the one friend she could not forget - even after what she had done to her own parents. With her own two hands.
His reply brought just a small smile upon her features. They’re helping him, she thought and remembered back to the times he was teased and avoided, regarded as a monster when they were younger - which only brought the two of them closer. Her inability ( now gone due to the pact with the apostle ) was as frustrating for her as his eyes were for him. And silently, she reminisced memories of past days - when they first met, when Road saw his eyes for the first time, the first few letters the young boy was taught and mastered and the stories they explored together. So much had happened and there was a sudden pain. Pain for the time lost and simultaneously, joy ( she thought she’d never see him again, yet here he was - alive ).
And without a second thought, small hands moved up to cup his cheek. They were so close. The touch was soft, soft and gentle and Road smiled - the most genuine one in a long, long while. “I have missed you so, Leo.”, a mere whisper, heartfelt and honest. A soft bump of their foreheads, an intimacy ( as innocent as their childhood selves ) shared between the two of the past. “I am so glad to see you well.” Another whisper and she lingered just a bit longer - long enough for her to register the next words - the inquiry.
Abruptly, she pulled back from the other; her eyes saddened and her heart heavy. ‘ Who are you now? ‘, he asked and she pondered. She had given up herself for the foolish wish she had ( they had dreamed of ), yet she had not completely lost herself ( not yet, she was not ready to give everything up just yet! ). Her arms behind her back, fingers intertwined as she paused for another second or two, gaze trained on the floor instead of the boy in front. “Who am I?”, the words were repeated slowly as if she needed to think about it herself ( which she had to as she did not know the answer ). A sad smile tugged on her lips before she locked eyes with Leo once more. “I am Road.” It was not a lie, for she had pushed through for the second time since it took over her body.
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Was my soul left behind & has it come back ? // Indie. Priv. Chuuya Nakahara penned by Emsi
May I hold you as you fall to sleep? When the world is closing in and you can’t breathe here, may I love you, may I be your shield? When no one can be found, may I lay you down? All I want is to keep you safe from the cold, to give you all that your heart needs the most.
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NIGHTMARE! From Tyki x)
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He is going to disappear.
The thoughts plague the young Noah as she watched how the man in front of her weakened more and more. Their plan will fail. What went wrong?
Where did it go wrong?
What happened to [ Mana ] — [ Nea ] don’t leave.
A hand ( her hand ) reached out desperately; and she ran, and ran and ran after him [ them ] but to no avail - the silhouette(s) disappear into n o t h i n g n e s s .
And suddenly, there was nothing but darkness.
The feeling of loss and anger and PAIN filled her to the brim.
You will never see him [ them ] again. He’s gone for good.
DEVOURED.
His SOUL - consumed by the one he wanted to protect. The one who wanted to protect him the most.
“Use my body, Nea—“
[ Allen and Nea ]
But what about Mana? [ What happened to Mana? ]
“Mana — “ “DON’T!”
[ Nea, Nea - where are you? ]
Pain.
Glass, shattered into thousand p i e c e s .
Pain.
The loss of your family, as if your heart was being ripped out, piece by piece, s l o w l y tearing you apart.
Blood. S o m u c h blood.
[ Everyone is dead. ]
It’s just You and Me left. [ Mana? ]
[ The Millennium Earl. ]
“It will be alright, I will always be here for you.”
“Don’t cry, R-”
“Road- Road! Thank god, you’re awake!
A familiar voice surfaced and the Noah slowly opened her heavy eyes. A silhouette - one she’s oh so familiar with - and it took her a few more seconds to recognize the being looking at her with worried eyes and relief all the same. Ah, he is still here.
And a small hand reached out to the mans face, a gentle touch to his cheek. To Feel Him. [ He is still here. ] That familiar face of his has not changed.
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javndiced
“i don’t belong here.” it’s said to no one, just the night sky. “i don’t belong anywhere.”
“Then what’re you doing here?”
The reply came out of nowhere - not like it’s any of her business, but since she happened to pass by and hear the man talk to himself... she might as well humor him and accompany him on this boring night.
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