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If only they knew. Or, maybe they did. She’d heard tale of her brother having contacts from Galahd, men and women coming into exchanges with Lucian Glaives and gauging the truth behind their disquiet towards King Regis and why he had enacted policies that he had. Policies that would ultimately have been leading up to this. If only they knew the guilt of King and Oracle, her correspondence with the king having begun months before when they knew the awaited day was drawing nearer nearer. Letters of her own writ on the condition of the afflicted, of how it was becoming worse, not better. How she had consulted tomes from the distant past of the parallelism between this and her ancestor’s findings from eons ago. Now more than ever she felt a living kinship with her ancestor, finding strength instead of fear in what was to come. Lunafreya was calm for what was to come, at the very least.

“Perhaps I’ve overdressed? I wasn’t aware strength training wasn’t white tie or black tie,” Lunafreya couldn’t help but joke spur of the moment. Maybe it was a false sense of levity, but it was better than being constantly despairing. She still had to be a symbol of hope, regardless of what was to come. “Thank you. But, I wouldn’t wish to interrupt or overstay my welcome. Even if others might be too polite to say so.” Speaking of the Captain she’d encountered earlier. The smile was returned belatedly, mind drifting between her thoughts and reality. 

“What you do here is quite impressive, ser. Ever since our own Queensguard was dismantled and Tenebrae demilitarized, we’ve been without seeing such activity. I trust your training has been going well?” Realizing she was asked, a question, Lunafreya quickly amended, “No. I think curiosity is merely to blame. I’ve heard so much of the Kingsglaive, but I’ve never seen you and your sort before. In action, at least. It’s fascinating, really.”

There was something about her that Ren couldn’t quite pin down. She seemed... far too calm for the situation at hand. Then again, he had to remind himself that she had been raised under Imperial rule; he couldn’t even begin to imagine what it must do to a person, trying to perform their duties as Oracle and navigate that political climate at the same time. Memories of the times he had infiltrated Imperial social circles to neutralize high value targets came to mind, and he forced those thoughts away.

“Oh, this? This isn’t us in action.” Ren smiled at her, leaning forward just enough that he could lower his voice and add: “If I may add, my Lady, I fervently hope you never have to.” The smile faded, his gaze turning somber and earnest as he met her gaze. He truly meant what he said, though there was a burning feeling in his gut that there would be more violence and bloodshed before the lands of Eos saw any kind of peace again.

Leaning back, his smile brightened again. They had an audience, and it was making him very uncomfortable, though he refused to show it. “If there’s anything you want to know about the Kingsglaive, consider myself at your disposal.” Ren bowed to her, acutely aware of his social standing in regards to her own. She was to be their future Queen, should fate allow, and he would serve her as dutifully as he did King Regis.

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Nyx had to admit, he hadn’t expected the hug — he knew the man, was well acquainted with him, but they rarely actually worked together; however, the friendly greeting quelled Nyx’s doubts at the man’s standing — or, at least told him he was being silly for thinking it in the first place. If he was a rogue, he doubted he’d have reacted like that.

Nyx liked to think he was good at reading people to an extent — aside from Lunafreya, but that’s a whole can of worms he didn’t have the mental strength to tackle right now — and Ren seemed genuine. He didn’t hide his sigh of relief mixed with a brief laugh as he returned the hug, giving the man a pat on the back. It was… comforting. Shit, he’ll never admit that though.

He allowed Ren’s hand on his shoulder to remain, noticing the way he was in a mixture between relief and disbelief when the hug duration ended. He briefly shrugged his soldiers, lopsided grin as he angled his head to his left arm, where the scars were more prominent.

“Oh, you know. Had a dance with death and it decided it had enough of me and threw me back here.”

Jest. Always a mixture of the truth yet vague at once. What Nyx was notorious for, and good at. Besides, it felt like it was an��� unspoken rule for Nyx to not mention how he acquired the scars from the Ring of Lucii to begin with. The less people know about the potential behind the artifact safe in Lunafreya’s hands, friendly or not, the better.

Some stuff was… better off not being known, and Nyx was the prime example of what could happen even if you were willing.

“Kicked our ex-captain’s ass. Saved the day. Ventured off to kick more daemon ass. The usual. Got some scars along the way, figured I didn’t stand out enough.”

He paused, eyes glancing back at Ren,

“How have you been holding up, Valerio? Things have been… rough.” Understatement of the century, Nyx.

“Hope you gave him hell,” Ren answered with a breathy laugh. “Still can’t believe the Captain... Heh, guess it doesn’t really matter anymore, does it?” Libertus had been scarce with the details of what he’d seen, aside from the fact that their captain had betrayed them. Ren hadn’t wanted to believe it at first, outright refused to - Drautos had dragged him out of a shitty situation and gave Ren the opportunity to make something of himself. The man had taken a chance on a scrawny kid with anger management issues and made Ren into the man he was today, to the point that Ren had once seen Drautos as more of a father to himself than his own father ever had been.

Ren fell silent for a moment, finally allowing his arm to drop to his side. He had the distinct impression that there was more to the story, but he trusted that Nyx had his reasons. The man had been through the eye of the storm, so to speak, with the scars to show for it. “It’s been... I think “rough’ is putting it lightly. Nights are getting longer, demons are... everywhere. Our King is MIA, so it’s hard to keep from losing hope, y’know? I can see it in the people, too. Some people see a Kingsglaive around and it gives ‘em hope, like we’ll be able to keep all of the monsters at bay. Others just stare at us, like we aren’t doing enough, but the truth is, we can’t save everybody. We’re spread thin as is. I mean, we have magic again, but...” Ren simply shrugged, unsure of what else to say.

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alrighty so it’s my weekend. if i owe you replies, please let me know. i’m gonna work on getting my drafts down, but i don’t always get notifications for replies from everyone. idk why, tumblr’s a hellsite. i’ve had a hell night though so i’m just gonna sit back and play some overwatch and likely pass out before too much longer. just know that i’m still around; i’ve just worked the past six days straight and literally only had one cashier tonight when i usually have three. you can gather from that the kind of night i had.

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❤  how about older Ignis drinking Ebony?  ❤

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friendly reminder

u can always turn my answered memes into threads

u can always send me memes no matter the genre

u can always write to me ooc

u can always start another thread with me even if we have a thousand already

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sorry i’ve been away. i was out all day thursday (finally saw black panther and it was SO GOOD) and then ended up getting a stomach bug friday. been working all weekend and tonight we’re gonna go see infinity war. i’ll be around more this week, i promise.

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Ship Things that Kill Me

gentle face-touching

crying-while-smiling (esp. if combined with a reunion)

Wanting! To grow old together!! (bonus points if they actually do)

standing on tip-toes/leaning down to kiss a s/o with height difference

hugs

soft kisses

small gestures that wouldn’t usually be romantic but have lots of meaning behind them

HUGS

Battle Couples!!!

goofy/sarcastic banter

cute mutual blushing when they do something romantic for the first time

hand holding

Hugs

did I mention hugs

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"Clearly, I'm trying to kill you."

“You could at least finish the job, damn.”

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Mr. Adrian Bouchet (I’ve found this on his official Facebook page)

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Reblog if you encourage your partners to take an answered meme and turn it into a thread!

Be it made into a separate post or whatever stated preference, knowing that a partner is inspired by an answer is only ever a good thing.

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like this post if you’d like a starter from bb!ren, either before coming to insomnia or shortly after. he’s currently pre-hormones and pre-top surgery, and he’s got a lot of anger issues to work through. (he’s an angsty teenager from an abusive household, please be patient with him.)

threads would take place roughly ten years before the game.

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Man, when I was like 16 I got so sick of being made fun of for being the fat kid that I took an axe down inna woods, chopped down a tree, and started doing log-lifts all the time. I got strong as fuck, but I didn’t lose no weight. I actually got bigger.

Same thing happened when I got into fighting. I got even stronger, and I got *fast*, man, and nimble, like a cat. Still chubby.

Body-building culture is a bunch of crap, my dude. Functional muscle is not necessarily toned or lean. You can be swole as hell and still be heavy. And that’s cool.

Embrace your inner barbarian. And when fatphobic little gym twinks try to body shame you, you should DESTROY THEM with your MIGHTY AXE

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