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Attention Duelists!

Cor has MOVED!! Y'all should have gotten new follows from the new blog. Same name as the old one, please update your lists as needed. If I miss any of our threads, please letme know

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FINAL FANTASY XV Week: Day 6

↳Reclaim Your Throne // Most Anticipated // Cor Leonis

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Luche, report.

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Cor hummed in gentle approval as Ignis took the initiative, offering exactly what he’d hoped he would. He lifted a hand, the backs of his fingers brushing against his cheek before turning to cup his jaw. He wanted to memorize these feelings now, in case the chance for privacy didn’t come again. Not that they were in a terribly private place, but one only kissed Ignis Scientia for the first time once.

While they weren’t exactly standing a respectable distance away from each other before, the added closeness had Ignis taking in a breath and just standing up a bit straighter. Cor had a point… and also a way to make his words pause. “Yes, they do say that.” Ignis wasn’t a blushing maiden, not by far, but there was only so much composure he could keep. Especially when Cor paused just there - leaving Ignis no choice. He didn’t wait for Cor to take the invitation: leaning forward for the soft kiss himself. The young adviser kept it short and soft, shy if the word could be associated with Ignis.

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Cor took a moment to come out of his kata, slowly lowering the weighted practice sword and turning to see the Scientia boy approaching him. Unexpected, but he knew the adviser had been training in fencing in his off time. Though, there were rumors he was looking into polearms as well...

Well. He at least seemed more himself than he had been in the office those weeks before. Maybe? And sparring him did mean helping him to become a better protector to the Prince so...

“Of course, Ignis. By all means.”

As confident as ever, Ignis strode out across the training field. Rage had been simmering low inside him ever since the ‘incident’ with Cor - finally building to the point where he was reading the same line of his own papers over and over again before finally fixating on what had been wrong. He couldn’t go on - so he could either work it off in blinding pain and work out his next step later, or prove himself. 

“Marshal.” He didn’t care if he was interrupting Cor’s exercise. “I need to practice, so would you care to spar?”

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@theplagueofstars @captaindrautos

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Drunk Drautos breaking through a wall. Cor going "Hey Titus." as if nothing strage is happening

Listen, I have paperwork to finish. Am I supposed to comment every time Titus has an episode?

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“Yes. I know you. So I’m going to repeat myself. Please try to stay out of trouble, Prom. I know it’s practically your middle name, but just this once.”

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Try to stay out of trouble. - hardcormarshal

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“Me? Trouble? Pffttt. C’mon now, you know better than that.” Prompto winks at Cor, twirling his gun around in his fingers. “As if I would ever get into trouble.” 

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Reblog if you’re bored and you want anons.

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“I can’t do that,” Cor growled, holding him steady in his lap as he dug out the Remedy from his kit. Quickly. quickly before he slipped further away, he administered it and followed it with a potion, praying that that would be enough to clear his system of whatever he’d taken. That the heart under his hand would stabilize, that the lungs would expand smoothly. “I’m not giving up on you, Lib. I’m not losing anyone else. Do you hear me?”

His hands shook as he held him tight, ear to his chest. “Hold on. Don’t let go, please... not you too.”

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Sweat glistened off of Cor’s chest and shoulders as he repeated the strikes with the carefully weighted practice swords, body straining with the counterforces required to bring a heavy blade as rapidly as possible through the air to stop at a specific point, to be fast but not wild in his swings.

Again.

From the hip,

Lunge,

Back.

Again.

“I think you’re lost, Chancellor Izunia,” Cor said, eyes focused on his imaginary target, voice only barely winded. “This area isn’t open to civilians.”

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Lib's gonna massage Cor's shoulders for the touch meme :) -- securiis

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Libertus’ hands were wonderful things, strong and deft and by now familiar enough to know just where to really dig in to get Cor to drop some of the tension he carried. The Marshal sighed, leaning back into the former Glaive’s hands gratefully before giving his knee a gentle squeeze. “Appreciate it, Lib...lemme know if you want one in return?”

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send ⚔ to walk in on my muse training

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RIP also the threads murdered by notification failures. You will be avenged.

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Touch Meme

Send a symbol to have your Muse touch my Muse in a certain way and see how they react!

➟ Pull on their hair/clothing ➡ Smack dat ass ➢Grope them ➣ Slap their hand away ➤ Punch/Slap/Assault them ➥ Rub their back ➧ Massage their shoulders ➨ Put their hand between mine’s legs ➚Tickle them ➙ Pinch them ➛Poke them ➜ Play with mine’s hair ➝ Feel mine’s heartbeat