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                           ALL OF THE PROMISES YOU’VE MADE                                   ARE DEAD & WASHED AWAY. 

an indie selective roleplayer for an oc of the final fantasy xv series. ten plus years of roleplay experience. please read about & rules before threading. penned by katie.

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shieldandcrown·:

“I hadn’t thought of it quite that way, but I won’t demand exact answers, from hypthetical guardsmen. I’m…satisfied they aren’t a danger. I was eager enough, I suppose, for a mystery, that I didn’t consider how unsafe it would make some parties,” Clarus said gently as he could, not quite an apology. 

Even if he’d known for certain that the man had no ill intent to begin with he’d still have been obligated to look in.

Thoughtfully, as he considered the other’s answers, he nodded, and then smiled softly. “Then such a person will stay hidden, though perhaps they’ll realize in time their might be some parties they could trust to be their full selves around, if they wished it. As their fencing seemed to indicate they might,” he said mildly.

At the question, he shrugged. “A hair too polite and polite in the correct forms, a brushing of Tenebraean manners, the grip on your sword, the way you fence, the fact that when I visited Tenebrae last I memorized a docket of the nobility I might encounter and their families and that some men grow up with enough of a hint of their father in them,” he listed gently. “In our sparring match, I consistently scaled my speed and precision up slowly and you matched it before dropping drastically away. Most of it was…it’s not obvious. I’m just a bloodhound for such things. I pursue half a dozen such minor things for every one that proves to bear fruit of some kind.”

Alaric listened to the man. No wonder he was the Shield, there were things the young man didn’t even know he was doing wrong. Looking down for a moment as if to gather his thoughts, he nodded. “I see. I had no idea. It seems you have a good nose then.” The joke probably fell flat but honestly he couldn’t care less. He was safe. His brother was safe. They were okay.  And that’s all that mattered in the end. Although, he would try to keep to himself a little longer, fix his mistakes and continue to be Wolfe around others. Just because he let one person know, doesn’t mean everyone else should. There were still those would didn’t like the Dularts. The only reason they knew this was through an exchange that Marcus overheard one day.  “You were speaking of a. . . proper partner for sparring.” He finally spoke, glancing at his blade for a long moment before looking up. “Since you know who I am then you know that I would hate to have a subpar match. Perhaps we can spar again someday if you are free and willing to do so.” He held out his hand, and let out a breath. “Alaric. Alaric is my name. Since we’re starting over.”

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shieldandcrown‌:

Clarus smiled a moment, grateful he was dressed down for the day, in fine clothes but not the uniform as the younger man bumped into him. It was always a problem when someone thought he was going to suddenly become terrifying on them.

“It’s quite alright-” and then his brow furrowed slightly, before a smile sketched over his expression. He knew this face, from a recent…investigation, he supposed.

“Oh, yes. You’d be Wolfe’s brother, correct? And I’m sure he’ll appreciate it. Though you know you’re ah, headed somewhat in the wrong way to find your brother. You’re edging towards the residential wing,” he said mildly.

Well. Damn.  The blond looked around, he had noticed it did look nicer than some of the other parts of the Citadel but they all looked nice. It had been too long since he had been in a castle or building that wasn’t in the slums. Alaric didn’t seem to mind it at first but Marcus did.  At first.  But everything that Alaric was doing was for him. So the least Marcus could do is make swords.  “Ah, yes.” It took him a moment. Right. Alias. “You work with my brother?” He offered his hand to shake, something he had learned. Working people shake hands. Not bow. “I hope he’s not showing off.” Okay, so he’s the show off of the family but still. “Do you know where I can leave these, sir. . ?” 

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“. . . Your Majesty.” A bow, eyes to the floor. “I am here to replace one of your normal guards. I have been brought up to speed with everything but is there anything you require?” That all came out faster than he meant it to. Damn. Regis just made him nervous. He was the King after all.

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insomnianprincess·:

“You know I love you, Wolfe.” Solanna couldn’t help but frown at his words, at the way he was acting. Was he being stationed elsewhere? She’d fight her own father if that was the case, or she’d insist on going with. There was simply no way she was going to be here without him. Not now. Not after everything they had been through, that he had helped her though. “What is this about? Is everything okay?”  

He wanted to say something. Alaric’s mind was running a thousands miles per minute. What he had heard, stumbled on to was big, something that Solanna would break if she found out--- but it was his love for her that made him wonder if he should speak.  She would be safe. That much was certain. He wanted to tell her everything--- but first he would start with something. . . else. “There are things I want to tell you but. . .” He swallowed and looked down. “I can’t. I just---” Alaric did the only thing he could do. Taking her face in his hands, he kissed her. Hard and fast, sweet and slow. Just once more before the big finish. “Just know that wherever you are. . . I will find you.”

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“---- Say that you love me. Say it to me once because I know you do.” It’s broken as it comes out of his mouth, eyes wet with agony. A pause and then---- “Say it. Say the rest, I need to hear it.” What a fool he was to love a girl he can never have.

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“Ah, forgive me, I did not mean to--- bump into you so rudely.” Oh great, he’s gone and done it again. Alaric was going to kill him. Hopefully it was no one important. “I was looking for my brother. I--- I brought him a fresh change of clothes.” He offered the fabric as if it were an offering.

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“--- May I ask what this is about?” Granted, he didn’t know what he was doing here. “You asked for me?”

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blessedfate‌:

     ❛ They do, it is constantly under construction or renovation, follow me  ❜ reaching into her back pocket, she pulled out a small pamphlet. Inside was a map as she then folded it before handing it to him, “I know it looks really touristy but, the ones they give out at the front desk really work. Here! So you won’t get lost next time” she chimed, “Kinda bad when you work here and run around for hour. Huh? Oh, just call me Alex! So, who’s the princess I’m rescuing today?”

“Thank you.” He said it again, as if it were the only words he truly knew. Taking the gift, he gave a slight bow, something he knew he shouldn’t have--- but it was ingrained in him.  One cannot block out a whole 16 years of habits and training. “I didn’t know we were giving gifts. Seems I’ve left yours in my other jacket.” A bad joke but still. “Alex, well meet. I am,” He had to say his fake name in his head before saying it out loud. “Wolfe. Though, I assure you, I am not the prettiest of princesses. I’m more of the. . . ugly bastard child.” It wasn’t far from the truth.

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fatesrot‌:

“didn’t know you liked me that much to know everything i do.” catch gladio groaning in annoyance.

“Forgive me, I didn’t mean to bother you. Your father sent me to tell you he’ll be late.” Apparently even Crownsguard can be delivery boys.

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shieldandcrown‌:

“They are,” Clarus agreed, his eyes piercing. Yes. There.

Whenever hints of Tenebrae, or Wolfe being more skilled came up, he re-compensated. A tell, a common one among talented liars. Playing to it a little too strong. People didn’t project perfect stories, they were messy.

And Wolfe, every conscious chance he got, was heating exactly the right beats, while slipping when he got carried away.

Clarus didn’t miss the shaking hands, either, when he scored the last point, his expression softening. His sense of excitement drained away at that. Damn. He hadn’t meant to make the man afraid.

“As long as one has no ill intent for the king, I have no ill intent towards them,” he said, carefully, thoughtfully. “Which is easy, an easy world to live in, for me. Especially as I’ve met none recently I thought might be intending him harm. Any mysteries I’ve pursued lately have been…idle curiosities, you might suppose. Ones I didn’t mean to pry at if they meant making young guardsman afraid.”

“Though I’m curious as to why a member of the Crownsguard might be scared of the Shield discovering something he was hiding.  Could you hypothesize?”

Alaric swore he could feel the blood pumping in his ears, he tried his best to calm. Picture a meadow of blue flowers--- something his mother had taught him once long ago.  At the statement, Alaric stayed still. Trying to think of what to say. Clarus knew, he had to know---- and yet, he was keeping it open, as if there was nothing wrong. That didn’t mean that he wouldn’t be killed later that night if he answered wrong. Or that Marcus would be danger---- “And your appetite must be sated.” He replied as his hands began to fidget with the bottle. Alaric didn’t turn around, not yet. He had to calm down first, had to be able to keep a neutral face. The young man’s eyes closed once more for a moment before he even attempted to answer his next question. “--- I suppose, if,” He emphasized his words harshly. “--- if the individual did not feel safe, if they had been hunted in the past. . . I would assume they would like stay hidden. . . for their family’s sake.” Alaric paused for a long moment and then turned around. “May I ask how you came to your. . . curiosities?” He needed to know how much he had been messing up. How much he had let slip. 

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brandedmachine·:

For a moment, Prompto was sure that Wolfe wanted him to show how skilled he was with a sword, and instantly started to pull a fish face, mouth opening and closing as he shook his head. It was only when he mentioned his gun skills that he relaxed. “Oh, okay, yeah, I can do that. Just- promise not to laugh. I’m still improving! But Cor says I’m doing good.”

“I would never laugh.” He replied, not wanting the other to think he was bullying him. “I did not know you were training under the Marshal. He seems to be a. . . an intimidating man.” The Marshal had such an intense aura about him, Alaric didn’t really want to mess with him or bother him in any way. It was right up there with the Shield, the King, the Captain of the Glaives---- there was a lot of people Alaric didn’t want to piss off. “. . . Is it heavy? Your weapon?”

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insomnianprincess‌:

The longer that Wolfe spoke, Solanna had to turn her head, looking back outside of the window, her cheeks flushed red. It was hard for her to hear, because as much as she appreciated, as much as she may agree? “They are flattering, but that isn’t the issue. I believe you. The issue with it, is that even if I agree with you, what does it matter?” Finally, the Princess looked back at him.

With a half-smile, one obviously uncomfortable, a small chuckle left her lips. “I think I’m a good archer and fighter. I think I have the ability to stand up for myself and that I’m good at debating. I think I would make a good wife and mother and friend. Yet none of it matters because I’m the Princess. What I am has no significance.”

He glanced down when she turned, almost as if looking at her caused his eyes to ache. She was indeed beautiful, and smart---  Alaric swallowed, trying to think of what to say to ease her mind. He wasn’t sure if anything would.  The princess seemed doomed, to only fulfill her role. Or that’s what she thought.  “What do you want to be then,” He spoke as he approached her, something he probably shouldn’t do. Solanna drew him in, something about her was--- a ray of sun against his skin. A warmth. “if not royalty, what do you see?” He was closer--- maybe too close. Eyes glanced up and down at her, not sure what he was doing.  Realizing that he might be crowding her, he took a step back. “If you do not wish to go to dinner, maybe a walk in the gardens? Something to keep your mind at ease.”

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Reblog if your CANON blog takes *anons* pretending to be other characters from their series to dig out the dirt on your muse.

IE: emotions, opinions, reactions to stuff that happened in canon, etc.

Because sometimes the counterparts to my canon muse(s) don’t exist in the tumblr RPC, a sender follows you but doesn’t rp here, OR, they just want to TRY that muse out before making a blog. Or, they’re simply curious on how the canon would reply, and ONLY wants a one-shot moment! 

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favourite fictional relationships ★ reign edition ↳ francis valois and sebastian de poitiers

“Why are you kneeling?” “Because you’re the King and I am nothing until you make me something.” “Don’t say that, you’re my brother.” “Then give me the job already.”

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reign + text posts (11/?)

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fatesrot‌:

“distressed? me? you must be seeing things. i’m fine.”

“Then it wasn’t you I saw stumble out of the training hall just now?”  There’s a small hint of smile in his eyes.