#leorugiet

[chosenbythecrystal]

@leorugiet​ continued from here.

The boy looked just about ready to burst into tears. Another person he loved who was too busy to spend time with him. He was used to it, but it still hurt. He didn’t have many friends – Ignis was his only one – so he often got lonely when the other boy was busy studying. Cor doesn’t send him away though. He picks him up and Noctis nestles close, enjoying the way the hand brushed through his hair.

“Okay.” Noctis chirps, one hand lightly clutching at the man’s jacket. He can wait a moment or two if it means Cor will play with him. He loved spending time with Cor. After his dad, Cor was his favourite. He loved Clarus too, but Clarus had his own kids. Cor didn’t, meaning Noctis could have all his attention.

“Uh-huh! I’ll tell him that.” Noctis isn’t sure why Cor wants him to tell him that, but he will. Next time he sees Clarus, he’ll make sure to tell him. If he had picked up on the bitterness in the man’s voice, he doesn’t show it. “Um...a Ronin! ‘cause they use a sword like you do!”

Noctis accepts the wooden sword with a grin and squirms to signal he wants to be put down.

“You’re the bestest ever Uncle Cor!”

[strictomiles]

@leorugiet​ sent: 58.  DEFEND :  for one muse to save the other from one or multiple assailants.

One more campfire down, now all there was, was to head back to Lestaullum and rejoin the group. One more day’s travel before he and the Marshall broke off from each other since Gladio had taken on the trials of Gilgamesh and left with a souvenir to tell the tale. He was sticky, still not at his peak from the licking he’d taken. He’d given just as good as he’d gotten and he was damn proud of it, though trying not to strut around like some proud rooster. He took slower steps, a few paces behind Cor, letting the older man lead the way out as he’d been there before and likely remembered the path to a T whereas, Gladio was looking around, inspecting the woods around them. 

Broken tree branches lay in places he didn’t quite remember, the grass freshly pulled to one side or the other. With that pull from the armiger at just the right moment, he carves straight into a cockatrice, heaving and pushing it away from where it had begun to stalk the Marshall.

“Eyes up, old man!” He shouts, getting ready for another assault from angry talons. Where there was one, there was always a whole flock. “Don’t start slackin’ on me now that we’ve gotten this far.”

[cookignis]

What’s this? Are his glaive killing senses tingling? 

@leorugiet​ @aegisregalis​

[ardynzunia]

If Arctus notices Cor's concern, it isn't obvious. Though if the man had argued, the teen was sure to argue back. Fighting this war meant being able to go home to Altissia one day, he wasn't going to stand aside if he could do something. Living in the walled up Insomnia might have been fine for the locals, but it wasn't for Arctus.

"Some, though a lot of my hand to hand is really more street scrapping," He admitted. "So focusing on that and fire arms seems good. I've got a preference to avoid using manna when I can, since so much is getting funneled into healing."

A strange glimmer flashes through his eyes for a moment. The thought of being a combat medic almost causes a pit in his stomach -- but its different for those able to use magic. "I am unable to train you in arcane. I cannot use magic, but I am sure you do not need help with it."

"I assume you are familiar with close quarters? Fighting hand to hand with no weapon or magic available? If not, I think it would be invaluable. Even medical mages need to work in closer quarters to their teammates, you might need to fight without any weapons at all."

"I would suggest firearms if you are comfortable with hand to hand, but I can teach you the basics of every weapon you need to learn. In the Crownsguard it is required of all combat medics to carry at least one weapon to protect themselves and their patient."

[ravusnightblossom]

are you the soldier, poet, or king? ( QUIZ )  

The King

"There will come a ruler  Whose brow is laid in thorn  Smeared with oil like David's boy.”

Duty. Strength. Resignation. You were told to do things and you did them. The world is something that was put into your hands and that you must deal with - so you will.   You have a rigid back and steady hands, either metaphorically or physically. Is it nature or nurture? You don't know.   You are tired of being steady. You dream of feeling alive. Not that you aren't, but, sometimes, it's hard to remember that there is a heart between your ribs.   Your love is where you breathe. Come on, breathe. In. Out. It starts now.

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[painedprince]

(( @leorugiet SIR??? lol))

[aegisregalis]

@leorugiet​ liked your photoset:kn0pa: Ignis outfit for Gladio

“I see you approving of my fashion Marshal.”

[stonecoldmeme]

@leorugiet

The smirk is not... the most reassuring thing in the world at the moment, but Prompto tries to swallow the little spike of worry down and files it away. It's kind of how he's gotten that far, after all; trusting the training, trusting Cor, pretending to trust himself.

Okay, well. He does trust himself. A lot more then he used to, and he's not really going to admit that part out loud unless he has to. Positioning himself to see through the scope, being way more mindful of where his hand is and the way he's holding it as still as possible, it's-- Weird. It's all a little bit unsettling, but probably not more than any other part of training.

Clearing his throat softly, he answers as confidently as he dares, "Okay. Besides windows and people and stuff, you mean?"

@leorugiet

It's like it always is with Cor; Prompto trying desperately not to look like his heart is beating a thousand miles a minute, somewhere between being terrified and honored and really wanting to step up and be exactly what-- Uh, well, what Cor seems to think maybe he could be.

Or he's being set up for colossal failure, either or. His eyes are maybe a little too wide taking in all the details, excited by the mechanical bits and still extremely unsure of himself. "Right. Uh, yes, sir."

Sit. Means hold still. Means pay attention. He's not going to be expected to hit anything on the very first try with a new gun, right? No, that'd be ridiculous. But then he's probably going to be expected to hit... something... "Do I... should I ask about the sight calibration or is that something I have to find out on my own?" And there he goes, already asking too many silly questions.

[bestchocobro]

@leorugiet​:

"I hate to spoil it for you, but Wiz does this every year. I just figured you'd like to see it."

…. oh. Well... Cor’s not wrong. And hey, he still took him all the way out here. And it’s still awesome. He feels a little sheepish, but his smile doesn’t fade, even as he rubs at his neck and moves closer to pet the nearest bird behind a wing.

“Thank you. I, uh... you wanna go for a sleigh ride with me?”

[sxrtis]

{ @leorugiet​ | from here. }

Sylva?

The name did something strange to her, twisted her stomach in a strange sense of melancholy and guilt almost... As if speaking her mother’s name reminded her of her duty that she was not yet completing -- that she was not even worthy to be mistaken for her.

Luna stared at him in utter confusion, not even flinching when he pulled her close and examined her (a little rough in his annoyance).  The potion stung as it poured over the scrapes on her hands, and yet even that was not enough to draw her from her reverie.

❝You called me Sylva.❞ It was a statement of fact, ignoring his questions, needing to deal with this now.

[hartofbalamb]

( @leorugiet​ continued from x )

  Squall’s muscles recoiled despite standing firmly in place, the flutter of eyes denoting his surprise at the other’s firm denial. He shouldn’t have been surprised, honestly. It was not as if Cor hadn’t scolded him before. It was not as if the older man had ever taken help easily. 

  “I can look after myself just fine,” came the response, low and a touch defiant for anyone else that hadn’t known him his entire life. A tone he would never have taken in mixed company, outside the Marshal’s office. 

  “I just thought...-” 

  I just thought that after all these years you’d learn that you could rely on me. I can take delegation. You can relax for once in your life...

  Squall’s lips sealed with a measured exhale through his nose and a faint shake of his head, diverting his gaze to the ground with a squaring of his shoulders.  Let it go.

  “Permission to return to my post, sir.” 

[royalbratprince]

@leorugiet

Oh, is that all. Noctis is just mentally present enough to feel the way his heartbeat picks up the pace, being aware that his first priority is supposed to be himself and his own safety, but he can't help it. He doesn't want to stop the question before it starts. "And everybody else? Is everyone--?" Maybe he doesn't want to know, maybe he's not going to get an answer, but he asks anyway. Has to.

He closes his eyes for just a second, catching his breath. Trying to remember what he's supposed to do besides breathe and stay calm. Pay attention? Try to figure out what hurts? Yeah, that seems about right. Unpleasant enough to be right. Okay. Alright. He's with Cor, no matter what it's going to be fine. "It's okay. I think. My chest is kinda... feel like I got hit or something? A bruise, or... probably got shoved at some point, right?" Calm. Patient. Logical. He's sure he'd be making Ignis proud, but--

Okay, yeah, he needs to not ask a bunch of questions about everyone else yet. That can wait. "Arm's good. I think. Probably don't wanna be... waving it around or anything." Okay, maybe the pain's finally catching up to him when Noctis winces slightly, trying to bend his elbow a little too fast. "At least it's not like my back, right? Don't need the... the good drugs." Bad joke, for sure.

@leorugiet

"I--"

Okay. Okay. Everything is a little fuzzy, no big. His arm feels like it's on fire, but as he slowly turns his head to look, something kicks in. Training or lessons or whatever; Noctis feels the kick-start of his pulse jumping into higher gear.

Something happened. Cor's there, good. He's injured. It's only started to hurt. It's okay, right? It's fine. The fire was just... casually traveling up his arm and into his shoulder. And then getting a little more intense.

"Uh." He finally manages, not the most intelligent response. "Bad warp? Tried to... pull the sword out, but..." Right, yeah. he wasn't completely sure what happened after that, but he probably went flying or got his arm bitten or-- Both, frankly. "Did you finish it? Do I-- Do you need help..?"

[chosenbythecrystal]

He had gifted Lux a new dog bed, although by now she had multiple, and for Noctis he gifted him something he did not expect to receive. "I've been given permission to let you visit your friends." He tells Noctis quietly. "But behind a glass wall, and through a phone." As if they needed to remind him anymore that he was a prisoner. "It seems a couple of them willingly flew in for you."

Lux seemed grateful for her present all the same and was currently curled up on her new bed, snoring away while Noctis sat nearby at the kitchen table, drinking a mug of coffee. When Cor spoke, Noctis set the mug down, not quite believing what he was hearing. There was a clear look of longing on his face. He hadn’t seen them since Insomnia had fallen to Niflheim and his only contact with them was through letters. Seeing them face to face though…even in a prison sort of environment…it was the best gift he could have asked for.

“Seriously? That’s…wow.” His voice actually wavered at that and he found himself at a loss for words. “Do you…do you know who’s coming?”

[stonecoldmeme]

[From here, because.  Reasons I guess.]

@leorugiet​:

“Why would I be? Because of a mark on your arm?” He offered his hand up, although he doubted Prompto would take it, let alone give him the wrist that carried his brand. “Even if I felt fear over something like that… I wouldn’t show it.” He admits it sounds like a brag, but it is true. He wouldn’t show his fear – but he is not afraid. 

Staring at the hand offered, something in him wanted to reach.  To take it.  He’d always trusted Cor, more because Noctis vouched for him than anything, but suddenly doubts were tumbling down on him.  “How am I–  How am I supposed to know you aren’t just waiting for me to show signs that I’m just like them so you can end me?”

That wasn’t fair.  Neither was the way he moved to reach for that hand before drawing his own back, unsure.  “Not that I think you would, and I’m not accusing you.  But I–  That’s the thing, you know?  Not knowing.”

It was probably anxiety.  Probably the fact that he was making it worse all on his own by overthinking, and if he kept doing that then he’d only be a liability.  As if he weren’t always already.  He felt more like curling into himself than reaching out, multiple tiny aborted attempts made to reach before he did nearly accuse, “Bet you’re not afraid of anything anyway.”

[starsset-dawnrose]

{ @leorugiet From [x] }

“Sit down.” He commands Noctis, and produces a set of bandages stuffed in his pocket, holding his hand out. “Give me your leg. It’s bleeding still.” It seemed potions wouldn’t solve much right now. He knelt down, looking up at the other before rolling the cuff of his pants up to his knee and cleaning the blood he could get off.

“… You need to be careful.” He reprimanded. “This is your first time out here in the wild on your own and… the circumstances can’t afford you to slip up.” Cor hesitated over his words. “Perhaps I should stay with you a bit longer.”

Noctis did as Cor bid with little complaint, not that he could much, letting out a soft hiss of pain at the jostling of his wound. “I was trying to be,” he bit out, perhaps a little harsher than he meant and Noctis’ expression dropped immediately. Cor was just trying to help, and quite frankly he was speaking the truth, he didn’t deserve to be spat at for that.

He knew he was a pampered city-born-and-raised prince, he didn’t even have the experience of camping out in the wilds like Gladiolus and Iris did, the last time he’d been outside of the wall before it fell.... yeah, that had been a disaster.

His lips quirked faintly though, at the suggestion- or was it an offer? “Scared I’ll end up impaling myself on my own sword?” Noctis attempted to joke, but it fell flat. If he was being honest with himself, he was terrified of doing just that, or much worse happening.

[floweringeclipse]

UH,, DMC5 AU bc @leorugiet and i have managed to drag one another deep into dmc hell since 5 released as;eofij. i really just wanted to draw again and this potential AU was too good (esp bc Daemon-Slayer Iris is A Thing). 

check Cor’s verse out here! im rly just a sucker for the Genji Blade’s design so i had to draw it. as for my verse for Iris, here’s the link. she’s out there kickin’ demon ass with her fists (and hoping to run into that Goldstein lady so she can get some sweet demon-slaying prosthesis)