#impatientraveler

[rexmajestatis]

five times kissed (if you're still up for it, dear.)

(Drabble meme | Always accepting)

@impatientraveler

The airship is silent, save for the sounds of the ship itself, the engine rumbling through the walls and the flooring. Noctis lurks by the gangplank, arms folded and shoulders rounded, as if he’s waiting for the walls to eat him.

The Chancellor is near at hand. Not saying anything, but watching Noctis in silence expectation, one shoulder leaning against the wall.

“What?” Noctis finally demands, when he can’t take that silent gaze boring into the side of his head any longer, before he sighs out a breath and lifts a hand to drag it down his face. “Sorry,” he offers shortly. “What?” he repeats, his tone more level.

“I’m simply waiting for some form of thanks, considering all I’ve done for you today,” the Chancellor answers, and he sounds as if he’s trying to sound earnest but has never actually had to do so before, and he’s only heard it described in passing.

It’s not really working for him, in short.

Noctis’s eyes narrow slightly in vague unease, suspicion mounting. He bows at the waist, offering an extravagant flourish with one hand, his other arm tucked into the small of his back. “My sincerest thanks, Chancellor,” he tacks on as he straightens up again.

Ardyn’s smile is an unpleasant, twisted thing, small and sharp. “A valiant effort, Your Highness, but not quite what I had in mind. But you’re in luck; I’ve never been one to look past a teaching moment.”

A moment later, there is a hand in Noctis’s hair, wrenching his head back, and another hand curling against the back of his neck, urging him up onto his toes. Ardyn’s mouth is warm as it presses to his, slow and coaxing but insistent until at last Noctis responds, because clearly that’s what’s being expected of him here. It’s tentative and reluctant and lasts for only a moment

He rips himself away, tripping back a step as soon as there’s a centimeter of space between them. His shoulders bump the wall and he comes to a halt. Ardyn offers only a smile, small and almost patronizingly amused, before he turns and moseys on his way.

Noctis ducks his head to one side to scrub his mouth against his sleeve.

*

Noctis is about four inches from disappearing into the mine when Ardyn calls, “A word, Your Highness? Before it slips my mind entirely.” The prince rolls his eyes emphatically but motions for Ignis and Prompto to wait at the entrance to the mine as he turns and stalks back through the ankle-deep water to the mouth of the cave.

“Chancellor,” he offers, both a greeting and a demand.

Ardyn curls a hand around the back of Noctis’s neck and yanks him close, and Noctis plants his hands on Ardyn’s chest at the last instant, stiff-arming him away.

“Ah, ah,” Ardyn tuts gently. “Just think, Your Highness. Were it not for me, you would have no way to repair your vessel, and no way to get to Altissia.”

Noctis’s nostrils flare and he opens his mouth, but before the words come out, Ardyn cuts a glance meaningfully to the side. “And do you truly wish to cause a scene with your companions so close?”

Noctis pauses, and slowly his arms go limp, falling back to his sides. He offers no resistance as Ardyn kisses him, but he backs away as soon as the grip against his neck loosens.

“Happy mining,” Ardyn calls after him, as Noctis retreats back towards the mine’s entrance.

*

The train is frigid--frozen--and nothing makes sense for the moment. Prompto is gone and Ardyn is... somewhere. Surprise, fucking surprise, Noctis lost track of him again.

There’s a footfall behind him and he turns on his heel, sword in hand as he moves, only for the blade to cut through thin air.

An elbow slams into his back, just between his shoulders, and his sword tumbles from his grasp as he pitches forward. A hand latches around his elbow, grip like a vise as it hauls him back.

A palm presses to his neck, fingers digging in beneath the edges of his jaw, and his next breath wheezes out as that hand presses down.

“Now, now,” Ardyn tuts, clicking his tongue in disappointment. Noctis’s back meets the window with enough force that the pane rattles, and only that grip around his neck keeps him from cracking his skull against the glass.

“We’ve been over this,” Ardyn sighs, wrenching Noctis’s head up to look at him. “Some simple recompense for services rendered, that’s all I ask. And I have been so helpful today, wouldn’t you agree, Noct?”

Noctis’s jaw works soundlessly, but he can’t find the air to say anything, and he can’t think of what he might say even if he could.

Ardyn looms closer, and Noctis squeezes his eyes shut.

There are lips against his and a tongue in his mouth. He can’t breathe and for a moment he just squirms fitfully, as if it’s going to help him at all. The world is starting to speckle at the edges.

magic magic magic use your magic

Static builds between his fingers, magnesium bright and stinking of ozone and rolling clouds, and when the lightning strikes, it rattles the train car. Ardyn is gone, and Noctis sucks in a shuddering breath and sags back against the window. He braces himself against the glass before he can start to slide down it. He doesn’t have time to catch his breath, and he heaves his weight away from the glass and stumbles back into motion.

*

There’s a creeping numbness crawling through him, spreading from his limbs to his torso as the crystal draws him ever deeper. There’s nowhere for Noctis to go. Nothing for him to do.

Ardyn knows as much. Seems to be relishing it, in fact. His grip on Noctis’s chin is nearly bruising, and his smile is pointed and feral.

“Your precious crystal, Your Majesty,” he all but croons. “Is it everything you thought it would be?” His grip tightens and he steps closer. “I’ve brought you this far, haven’t I?” he muses, and by now they are close enough that their lips are brushing.

When Ardyn closes that last bit of space, Noctis is unmoving, simply waiting until the numbness finishes creeping through him.

*

Regardless of the fact that he’s apparently slept for ten years, Noctis doesn’t feel like it, and he’s been on his feet and moving since he got back. He’s tired, in a bone-deep way that’s sort of foreign, but he supposes he won’t have time to get used to it.

Insomnia is little more than broken glass and the throne room reeks of rot and mold and fetid meat, and Noctis is ready to be done. He’s ready for it all to be over with.

Maybe Ardyn is, too. Noctis can’t even dredge up any surprise when their fight turns into more of a half-hearted scuffle.

One hand fists in the front of Noctis’s jacket and hauls him down. He catches himself on his forearm, and when Ardyn’s mouth crashes against his it is graceless and glancing and lasts only a moment before Noctis rears back. He plants the tip of his sword against the ground for balance and sits up, scrubbing the back of one hand across his mouth.

“Recompense for services rendered?” he asks flatly, and he is so tired, he can hardly even muster up more than some token irritation.

“My thanks,” Ardyn returns simply. “You’ve been a marvelous help.”

Noctis’s shoulders rise as he breathes in, and they sag once more, slowly, as he sighs. His grip around the sword’s hilt tightens and he sits up on his knees. He places the tip of the blade over Ardyn’s chest and heaves his weight downwards.

[ladylunafreyaoftenebrae]

'I’ll stay right with you until you fall asleep.’

She smiled gratefully at the Chancellor as he perched on the edge of the bed. 

“You’re a good man, Chancellor. Never let anyone tell you otherwise...”

[bestchocobro]

Kinky... (Have fun, my dear.)

Kinky... | Accepting

(20. Your muse puts a blindfold on my muse.)

No...

Not this. Why does it have to be this? 

He feels invisible walls closing in around him instantly and he shakes his head, trying to dislodge the scarf - a small, high-pitched keening sound working its way unwittingly from his aching throat. He knows its his imagination, but the air suddenly feels stale and used and there’s... nothing for him to lean against. No wall, or rail, or chair... just the heavy chains around his wrists and the dark. 

“P-please...?” he calls, feeling his legs go weak and boneless. His pulse is hammering in his neck and he doesn’t know where Ardyn’s gone. He can’t see anything. “Take it off! Please... I... I...” I’m scared.

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[rexmajestatis]

opens arms

(How Noct... Punches? meme | No longer accepting)

Go for the throat

Good advice, all things considered. Gladio would be proud.

A hand closes around Noct’s elbow to pull him to a halt, and he turns with the momentum, his free hand lashing out to slam the heel of his palm against Ardyn’s throat, and in the next instant, he phases his arm out of the unwanted hold.

His lip curls in distaste as he backs away, before he turns on his heel and stalks off.

[ladylunafreyaoftenebrae]

♖: Having their hair washed by your muse

It was a rare treat to have a chance to touch the Chancellor’s hair at all, much less clean it. Luna took utmost care with it, scooping up clean water to pour over him and rinse with, then sinking her hands into those gorgeous locks and carefully massaging them.

“You’ve such soft hair, Chancellor; I must know your secret!”

[ladylunafreyaoftenebrae]

♡

She’d started to suspect nearly a year ago that her feelings for the Chancellor were more than friendly, polite intrigue. Soon, it was more even than attraction, than lust. She was ready, she knew, to use that four-letter l-word one couldn’t take back. Yet he himself had never hinted he felt similarly. Better to keep one’s emotions unvoiced until it was certain they were returned, than risk making the other party feel awkward. Instead, she took every opportunity to she could get to be as close to him as possible, to touch him in any little way---straightening his coat and righting his hat before he left, hugging him in welcome, taking his hand to lead him into the conference room. She would steal all these innocent little touches, and imagine they added up to him loving her back. 

[ladylunafreyaoftenebrae]

◘+

It was rare to see Chancellor Izunia seated for any reason, so as he dried off by the fire Luna took the opportunity to do something she’d often wished to since she’d met the mysterious man----very gently she began to run her fingers through his wine-dark locks, carding the silky strands, occasionally softly scratching his scalp with the tips of her nails. Her mother used to do this to put Ravus to sleep; she was curious if it might have a similar effect on Ardyn. 

[ladylunafreyaoftenebrae]

❥

((Rough, violent, dominant touch))

Luna squeaked involuntarily as the Chancellor’s huge hand clasped her shoulder and jerked her to a stop. None too soon either, it turned out; the ceiling was burning and chunks of flaming rubble would have crushed her had she run on ahead. She stared up wide-eyed at him despite the visegrip on her shoulder. 

“Chancellor...you saved me....”

[ladylunafreyaoftenebrae]

“Your highness, your mother is dead. You are now Queen.”

“Mum....what happened?! Where is Ravus? Has he been told?”

In most places it would be the oldest child who next ascended, but given she possessed the Oracle’s power and not her brother, it would fall to Lunafreya to take up the crown of Tenebrae. She was devastated, but the time for weeping was not now. If her mother was dead, it likely meant her people were in danger. 

“Someone find my brother; have him meet me in the safe place. Gather together whomever of Mum’s staff is still alive; I need a full situation report.”

[ladylunafreyaoftenebrae]

Telepathy

‘He’s strange but intriguing. Why do I feel there’s more to him than he lets on? Also his hair is gorgeous; I’d love to run my fingers through it...’

[ladylunafreyaoftenebrae]

📖!!

‘M.E 745, Thursday, 4th October,

Dear Noctis, I met him again. That mysterious ‘Chancellor Izunia’ you told me about in your last message. I see what you mean about there being more to him than he lets on. I think he COULD be a dangerous man, if he so chose, but some uncertain thing stays his hand and velvets those massive paws of his. I....oh, you’ll laugh at me, Noct! But I so love to hear him talk. His voice is so rich and silky; I want to wrap myself in it and fall asleep. He orates the way Father did, when he had to make speeches before Parliament. Every gesture exaggerated but it’s such fun to watch him for that!

...Ahem. Take care out on the roads, darling. And know my heart goes with you, always. Love, Luna’

[ladylunafreyaoftenebrae]

Askbox Roulette! ♥

((Roulette landed on: A confession!))

Luna set her wine glass down carefully, with as much grace as she could currently muster given she’d helped finish an entire bottle of potent Altissian red. Flushed with the drink and feeling bold, she turned to the man a few chairs down from hers.

“D’you know something, Chancellor? I think you are a very handsome man. Indeed. I often wonder how it is that you’re unwed. You tall dark.,seductive-voiced beautiful enigma of a man!”

[ladylunafreyaoftenebrae]

“It’s nothing.”

Frowning, Luna took gentle hold of the Chancellor’s arm, examining the mottled bruising more closely. 

“This is most certainly not ‘nothing��, Chancellor Izunia. If it were a woman coming to me with such marks all over I’d be urging her to leave her husband. “

Her eyes were full of compassion as she gazed up at him. 

“Who did this to you? Will you let me help put a stop to it?”

[ladylunafreyaoftenebrae]

“Someone like you shouldn’t cry over someone like them.”

Luna wiped her eyes and blinked up at the Chancellor. 

“Ah, forgive me dear Chancellor. I...I just can’t help it. I love Noctis but I’m...so helpless to keep him safe. I fear for him, I truly do...”

[ladylunafreyaoftenebrae]

“Sorry to intrude. This rain came out of nowhere.”

“Dear Chancellor, don’t you know you’re always welcome? Come in, come in, you’re getting soaked!”

Luna quickly ushered him inside, calling to Gentiana, ‘Darling, will you be a dear and come take the Chancellor’s wet things? I’ll find some dry ones, you’re of roughly a height with my brother and I’m sure he won’t mind,” this last was directed to Ardyn himself as she passed him a towel to begin drying off. She, meanwhile, darted up the stairs into the little-used wing of the manor which had been Ravus’ when he chose to occupy them. As was more and more frequently the case, he was away on missions for the Army, thus she met with not the slightest resistance as she raided his drawers for a set of warm sleep pants and a shirt. After a moment’s thought she also unlatched the chest at the foot of the bed and drew out a thick folded quilt. The poor man was soaked through and he’d need warming up lest he catch cold. 

On the way back downstairs she poked her head into the kitchen to politely request some hot tea be brought into the parlor; they had a guest in need of it. She returned in the space of time it took for Gentiana to help the Chancellor out of his boots and relieve him of his sodden hat and jacket and arrange them before the fire to dry. Returning with her prize she placed the bundle of clothes in his arms and directed him to a small ‘powder room’ off the parlor where he could change. He’d return to find a chair dragged near the fire for him and the Oracle and Messenger pouring tea for the three of them.