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[regisluciscaelum]

"My friend. My Prince, Your Highness. Please." He speaks as if he's breathless. As if whatever he has to say is important. "Please. Put on a shirt."

@guardianshield

Somehow, Regis managed to summon Clarus with his antics. Color him completely and utterly shocked. 

“Oh? And what, pray tell, shall you do if I don’t? Nay, I think I shall attend our next meeting in nothing but mine training sweats.” 

[floweringeclipse]

The audio doesn't sound clear at first, some shuffling. A curse. "Hi. It's your dad," Regis voice can be faintly heard saying 'she has caller ID she knows' and Clarus grunts. "Apparently His Majesty never learned his alphabet. It's an A & B conversation, Regis, C your way out." Finally, Clarus continues. "Iris. I know we have dinner plans later, but I just wanted to call and say," Another pause. "I love you. There's nothing you can't do. I'm proud of you. Be strong." He never made it to dinner.

Who Asked For These FEELINGS (jk, i did and i know it){ @guardianshield }

The decades-old voicemail is played for the sixth time tonight. And each time it tapers off into heavy silence, Iris finds her finger hovering just over the glaring red ‘delete?’ prompt on the phone’s cracked screen, but there may never come a day when she’ll get to move on and do just that. Delete this painful memory from her life.

Though instead of the ‘back’ button, the pad of her finger presses ‘replay’ once more, and again, and again. Until for the first time in years, that shitty dad joke finally makes her breath stagger and her voice break and the tears to flow so violently. It was such an awful joke, and she can’t believe it’s one of the last ones she’d hear her dear old father crack.

Of course, that last joke is one he delivers with sincerity and yet it causes Iris to ache and tremble all over. “There’s nothing you can’t do.” It’s a real fuckin’ terrible one. 

There are too many things Iris Amicitia can’t do, and one of them is bringing her father back.

[thekingsshield]

016. — Control anger. [ !!! horns!!! ]

Delphic Maxims

    “The hell do you mean you’ve got important business to attend to?” A spark of anger flared up. Now, Gladio had gotten better at controlling his anger. He improved himself and he was beginning to find it easier to hide his horns, to hide that heritage of an Infernian. Few things set off his anger nowadays, but sadly, his father found one of those things. 

    “You promised.” He emphasized. “You haven’t had a day off in what, months? Hell, you don’t even have to spend the day with me! At least keep your promise for Iris. We haven’t gotten to have a day with you, and now you’re backing out? What was it this time, The Council?”

    He could feel it. He could feel the pinpoint pressures on his forehead as those horns tried to force their way through. “Just...Why? Why do you keep doing this? Why do you keep leaving us?”

[ofglaiveandguard]

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Cor had been quiet since returning to Insomnia, absorbing himself in his work despite his injuries. The young man was as stubborn as ever, but he had lost that previous cockiness he had possessed prior to setting off in the middle of the night without a word.

After being gone for days, Cor finally returned, bloody, bruised and missing his sword but he refused to talk about it to anyone, not Clarus, not Regis or even the King. When it was brought up, he would simply go quiet. Facing Gilgamesh...it hadn’t gone well. He had managed to cut one of his arms off but he had still lost. 

For some reason Gilgamesh had spared him though and since then, Cor had been much more cautious. It was as if he had lost his fire.

He had been trying to ignore Clarus as he focused on the task at hand, standing on guard outside the throne room, but the man was persistent. After several minutes, he let out a huff.

“Can I help you, Amicitia?”

[angelic-din-mortem]

👐 Hold my muse when they are badly wounded/dying

Nonverbal RP Starters

Angs

👐 Hold my muse when they are badly wounded/dying

“No no no, I’m fine, honest.” He motions the man away as he hisses. Wrapping his arm around his waist as he presses it against an open wound on his side. Shifting as he rests against cracked walls in the corner of a breaking down house he sighs. Damn, maybe he is getting old. That’s a laugh.

[amplectormors]

❝ If you want it, I will do it. ❞

* . ✧ CIRCE ✧ . * - STARTERS -

“I sincerely doubt it. You’re too attached to your Prince to ever do the one thing I would want out of you.” He returned.

[crystalwards]

In walks a young man, looks like her son but isn't. More war ridden, scars and hair dyed darker. Eyes almost cold, like hers. "You're good, I'll give you that." Crailas straightens up, the merc moves away from the wall. "I know all about you. Shield of the King. Dangerous Tigridia." He plays with a knife in his hand, fingertip running along the blade. "See I've been looking for you for some time. Let's have a chat, hmm? From murderer to murderer." ( Tigridia; bc twin au tho )

Tigridia regarded him coolly. The Empire had started some rather foul experiments, that was a possibility. Something magical, perhaps some of her more sacreligous tendencies had finally come to roost.

“Well you have one advantage, at least, boy. I’m afraid I’m not sure at all who you are. But I enjoy chats,” she said, seamlessly pulling out her own knife and toying with it, leaning back in her chair and pushing her chair out just a little, nodding to the one across her desk.

“Have a seat. Or is this going to be a more energetic conversation? Because really, whoever and whatever you have is  cliche enough to be boring,” she said, voice sounding just that, bored as she watched him with a professional wariness and detachment. 

[cardiomnis]

“Said if the last thing that I do is to bring you down.” [ for Ambrose cause he's a pric k ]

Imagine Dragon Sentence Starters

    “The last thing?” Ambrose didn’t even look up from the papers on his desk. Those papers were important, a matter of national security. His son? His son could wait for a moment. Clarus was patient. At times. It was one of the few good qualities that Clarus picked up from his training.

    “It’s the only thing you do. Now, run along.” Ambrose waved his son away. “Go train in the hall. I will be with you momentarily. I expect nothing less than perfection, remember? You’ll lose my interest if you fail to meet my expectations.”

[fidelitasadfinem]

❛ Is there something wrong? ❜

° • ? ( QUESTION SENTENCE STARTERS. || @guardianshield

Antoine takes a moment to hear the words, and whenhe looks up, he’s almost surprised to see Clarus there.“There’s something we need to discuss,” he tells hisfriend. He, Reggie and Clarus grew up together-- a triopurposefully put together by King Mors, as per Luciantradition: king, chamberlain and shield. 

“Last night...the Draconian visited Reggie,” he tells Clarus.“And thereby offered a Revelation. The prophecy of the Chosen...”He looks at Clarus again, quiet urgency in his fern green eyes.“The Draconian has decreed that the young prince...Reggie’sboy...he’s the Chosen.”

[kingxlight]

"🌀”

Send “🌀” to find my muse, injured and alone after being beaten up

Regis sits resting on the ground as he pants and winces, gently resting his head against the cold wall as he looks up. What…just happened? The King winces as he stares at the sky. That man, he was, strong, inhumanly strong. And that burgundy energy to him, it was like, his own, but...Shifting, he groans and hisses, resting an arm around his ribs as he tries to stay conscious. Who was he? Slowly, his sight goes blurry as his eyes start to grow heavy. How is he so…weak?

[regisluciscaelum]

❛ I need to forget a ridiculous, childish idea that I could love someone, they could love me, and nothing else mattered. ❜

@guardianshield Reign Sentence starters {Closed} (OH. I SEE HOW IT IS.)

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Deep breaths in. 

His Shield’s words were like a dagger to his heart, forcing the air unceremoniously from his lungs. Freezing mid step, Regis found himself still as a statue while he tried to comprehend the words Clarus had just uttered. Hand still on the door handle, Regis slowly released it, not wanting to open the door and leave his room just yet. He knew this would be hard. He thought he’d prepared himself adequately.

He thought wrong.

“Clarus, I-” He choked on himself, swallowing his words painfully, “-we yet knew this day would come.” He forced out, his mind reeling with an agony that spread like poison through his veins. They knew, but that didn’t make it any easier.

“Mine father intends to find me a suitable match, as I have ‘not chosen one yet.’ I cannot deny the responsibilities of mine bloodline. He would not see the line end with me.” His jaw set, and he spoke as though he was attempting to rationalize it- but the tone of his voice betrayed the shaking weakness his mind held. It was like he was being shattered on the inside- not for himself, but for Clarus. 

Gods, his Shield could not have been served a more unfair lot in life. Regis would give anything if it meant for the other man to be happy.

“And yet….” He breathed, shutting his eyes sharply in anger. “-I cannot accept it so easily. ‘Tis mine own weakness. No fault of yours. None of this is.” 

Trying to loose the tension in his body, Regis lifted a hand to tangle it through his own locks in a momentary fit of frustration.

“….Do not forget it. I see nothing childish about it. I will find a way to postpone this. Even if I must sacrifice myself to my Father’s whim for a time.”

[thekingsshield]

This would have been funny if he hadn't had to be in dad mode. Clarus bent down to the child, setting his hands on his shoulders. "Gladiolus--- why did you do that?" He can hear Felix in the living room, nursing his injury. He heard a curse but not one he understood. Looking back at his son. Clarus was embarrased he even was seen in that position. Having your oldest son come in as you're making out isn't how he planned things. "I'm not mad, I promise. You're not in trouble." [ LET HIM ATTACC ]

    “Felix was gonna hurt you!” Gladio shouted, stomping his foot down on the ground with a pout. He gestured off to the living room, where he heard a yell. “See? He’s loud! And he’s really good at sparring! He’ll get in fights...and he’ll win! Felix is like...super strong!”

    Gladio’s eyes went wide. “I’m not in trouble? Can I go punch Felix more?! I’ll run him out of the building!”