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I went mad, a god hurt me, I fell.

Euripides, Hippolytos (trans. by Anne Carson)

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The Prince of Red Hair and the Black Chocobo

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ardyn + bow of the clever

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OOC;

sorry for not being on all weekend!! it’s been a very busy two days and now that im finally available my spoons are depleted :’) but tomorrow should be good for replies again after i finish some summer coursework!! 

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Copied City

Keigo Hoashi

NieR Automata

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bestchocobro:

He stared at Ardyn for a long time, though whether it was answers he was looking for, or just a few moments silence in which to try and will some life into his stunned limbs, he wasn’t sure. But he moved – slowly and cautiously, facing the man as he edged toward the small refrigerator at the far wall. And there, just like Ardyn had said, was what appeared to be a small pastry and a chiller section in which sat a bag of ice.

He sank into a crouch, then gave up and just sat on the floor. Was this…. real? He wasn’t entirely sure. Less than twenty minutes ago he’d been begging for some kind of reprieve, with no real faith that he’d get it, and now…

The cool air felt nice against his face, though. And cold, moist tracks down his cheeks told him he’d been crying.

Huh… how about that? He hadn’t even noticed.

He reached for the bag of ice first, clutching it tight and pressing it to his throbbing shoulder. It felt as if it had been twisted into a weird shape… or was facing the wrong way. He didn’t know exactly what damage had been done, but the ice seemed to help. Even if just a little, and he’d damn well take it. After all… what other chance would he get? Ardyn was right – it hardly mattered why in that instant. He’d been handed this on and plate, and he’d be stupid not to take it.

The pastry seemed to be some kind of pie. Something savoury, with meat and vegetables, by the look of the plastic wrapping. Like the kind of thing he’d seen in food stalls back in Insomnia. Quick and easy junk for people with too little time on their hands. Exactly the kind of thing Ignis would hate. He reached for it and removed it from its wrapper, leaning back against the open fridge door to take a bite.

He kinda wished he wasn’t being watched, but the furious grumbling in his stomach wasn’t so fussy, and he made quick work of the food as he sat on the floor in an exhausted heap.

It was some time before he spoke again – some time before he could find the courage. He licked as many crumbs from his fingers as possible and wiped the grease off onto his pants before chancing a look across at his jailor. Was Ardyn just going to stand there in silence, watching him?

“… can I sleep…?” he asked, unsure if he was asking too much after the small kindness he’d just been thrown. The ice was starting to melt, and droplets of water dripped down his arm and onto the floor.

Ardyn watches Prompto stumble over to the fridge and sits back down on one of the chairs, trying to avoid putting his head in his hands again. God, he’s tired of this. He’d thought he burned any humanity out of himself centuries ago, but apparently not. Damn it, he’s too close to the end to...he shakes his head and puts an elbow on the table, resting his chin on his hand. He’s not watching Prompto anymore, simply staring into the middle distance.

He’s lost in thoughts and memories, and his eyes are clearly elsewhere -- distracted, he looks more sad and tired than anything else, but that disappears when Prompto gets his attention.

“....fine,” he says after a moment, hoping his frustration at himself would be read as reluctance. “Fine. There are beds here, take one and get a little rest while you can.”

When the blond passes him, he reaches out for the dripping, melting bag of ice and casts a tiny blizzard spell, re-freezing it. Perhaps a bad idea; no, definitely a bad idea, but it’s reflex that he doesn’t bother to catch. Maybe Prompto simply won’t notice -- he hopes so, for that spell may have been small and simple, but if caught...well, the implications are anything but.

“Take as long as you want,” he mutters, looking away again. “There’s some time to spare.” His friends won’t be here for another couple days at least, so there’s a little time for leniency. Just a little, just a brief moment of it. That’s all. Just a moment and no more.

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thalxssas:

     HIS INTRODUCTION WAS received with another nod, though she hadn’t even realized that he hadn’t given his name when she’d told him hers.❛ You, too. ❜ Despite that, she was eager to get moving and find her friends. Kairi gave a little look around, as if the direction they should be heading was going to miraculously make itself known.

     ❛ So, which way? ❜ She finally asked,❛ Should we head to a town to look or should we start somewhere else? ❜ It was better to ask someone who knew the world than to try to take the lead herself, after all.

“Hm,” he says. He glances about the area, dark as it was in the middle of the night. With any luck dear Kairi’s friends would have a flashlight with them. The one clipped on the lapel of his coat only helped so much. “Well, would you be able to lead us back to the spot you encountered the daemons?” He asks. “We might be able to see where your friends went from there.”

He looks to the north; there was a rest station a few miles that way, he knew, and you could see the light towers in the distance from where they were. “If not, the lights of the nearest bit of civilization are visible from around here. We can head that way -- they might have had the same idea.” If he were mortal, he’d have done the same, after all.

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donotserve:

‘ is it not world history? an ancient civilization predating all that our star holds now. it was not only lucian rule that stemmed from the fall. ’ he does not speak the name, but he’s quite certain the chancellor knows of which civilization he speaks. a sneaking suspicion matched by a drunken confession. ravus feels quite lucky. ‘ tenebrae grew from the fall, as well. the technological advances of our dear nifleheim can find their roots in the airships of the old world. ’ still, far more than a hobby. ‘ i would lend you anything you wished to borrow were it not for my fear in never seeing the return of those items. ’

The smile falters a brief moment. The way he speaks-- there’s something...he hasn’t lived with his secrets as long as he has without good instincts. And there’s something...but that’s impossible, really. “True enough,” he agrees amiably. “All the kingdoms of today do stem from the same source.” A source he remembers, though he was only six when it fell. “Though Lucis seems to have the strongest ties to it still -- well, Lucis and Tenebrae, really. So there is that.” He shrugs, waving a hand as if there’s no more to be said. “And you need not worry. I don’t feel the need to borrow any of your tomes -- though some are quite old, and I admit to being impressed that you’ve found copies.”

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She froze when her hand made contact with his shoulder. He was solid. She could touch him, meaning that he would be able to touch her or someone else. This… definitely changed things. There was no way in hell she could just let him walk around like this. He could kill someone. “You’ve gotta be fucking kidding me.” She sighed heavily and dropped her hand back down to her side. What the hell was she supposed to do? Could she kill him? Was that even a possibility? Perhaps she should call Ignis or Gladio….

“Ok…new plan.” She pinched the bridge of her nose, trying to come up with the best way to deal with this…situation. Dropping her hand back down to her side, she fixed him with an annoyed glare. “You’re coming home with me. Get your shit and lets go.” Turning away, she picked up her previously discarded tools she had been using to try and fix up the vehicle and tossed them into her pack. “Fucking Gods…bunch of useless fucks. Can’t do shit right.” She kicked the side of the vehicle before turning back to him. “Come on. Don’t make me waste my bullets trying to shoot you.”

“They really can’t, can they?” He asks tiredly. “I don’t want to be here, either, if you must know.” If she wanted to kill him, he’d let her. He can die now, maybe...god, he hopes he can die. Leaving him immortal after all this would be too much. But then again, he’s not even sure he’s fully alive in the first place, still. Solid, yes, but...either way, he’s just as unhappy with this turn of events as she is. The gods really are useless fucks.

He stands up when she asks him to. While he wouldn’t entirely mind finally dying properly, he doesn’t want to put up a fight. And really, there’s some morbid curiosity as to what she plans do to with him. “Fair warning that I’ll be slow,” he tells her with a tired half-smile. “Bad leg.” That’s no lie, either; he does have a bit of a limp when he moves to follow her, and he’s favoring his left leg. He always has, but before, his daemonic state allowed him to ignore it to a small degree, make it tolerable amid all his other aches and pains -- now it’s the only one left, so it’s...impossible to pretend it doesn’t exist. But he follows her obediently anyway, a tall scarecrow in shabby black clothes, pale and exhausted as he limps behind her.

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“Five years younger than me,” he says thoughtfully, though there’s a tiny bit of melancholy in it. “Then again, I became king when I was your age. I guess life just likes to choose us young, doesn’t it?” He can’t lie and say it’s not depressing to know that fate still gets its kings young, but...at some point you accept it, and he can see in Noctis’s eyes that he has. Ardyn, too, has accepted it -- if he hadn’t, he wouldn’t be working so hard on his own cure. Or would he? It was hard to tell.

His eys widen to see the flash of a sword. ”Wow,” he says, both impressed and glad for the change of subject. “I know what an Armiger is, I have one too, but the Royal Arms...I suppose it makes sense, if there’s been so many kings by the time you’re around, but...wow.” He can’t even imagine. “Mine and my father’s are the only ones to exist right now, and my father’s was buried with him...” He trails off, his eyes softening with sadness for a moment -- a familiar one to Noctis, possibly. He misses his father, still. “I wonder if you’ve visited his tomb,” he muses aloud. That was a strange thought. More so the thought hat follows -- I wonder if he’s visited mine. Eugh, morbid. He won’t voice that one.

He has to laugh. “I can’t blame you,” he says with a smile. “History is dreadfully boring sometimes.” They must both have driven their tutors insane. It’s a funny though, but a welcome one. He’s glad that the kings of the future aren’t so different from the kings of today. Given how much time must have passed...it’s nice to know that some things don’t change.

“And I’ll gladly answer any you have,” he replies. “A question for a question -- that sounds perfect.” An equal exchange -- he’s just as curious about the future as Noctis must be about the past. “First off -- do you still have Shields? I can’t imagine you don’t, but-- are they still all Amicitia?” He hopes so -- he knows that family is loyal and good and brave; he can’t imagine that they haven’t stuck by the kings in the centuries to come.

“I’m twenty. The Astrals chose me when I was five, but I didn’t really understand what it meant until I was older.” He shrugged as if it were nothing special, but truthfully, Noct used to have the same thoughts; the why me? He still did on occasion, but he’d accepted his duty. Luna had died to help him form the covenant with the Hydrean so the least he could do was man up and see things through.

“The Armiger…” Noctis started, holding out a hand before summoning a blade; his father’s blade. “It’s ah…kinda like an arsenal of royal arms…weapons belonging to the past Kings of Lucis. I can wield them all at once, but it takes a lot out of me. In my time, these weapons are hidden in tombs all over Lucis. This was my dad’s.” Just as quickly as the blade appeared, it vanished in a flash of blue. 

Noctis smiled slightly; already beginning to see the similarities between himself and Ardyn. They both seemed to enjoy mischief, hated vegetables and enjoyed naps. Like Noctis, Ardyn didn’t come across as stereotypical royalty. He was kind, approachable and treated his subjects like equals. It was uncanny how, despite the vast amount of years between them, they were very much alike.

“I don’t really know where to start, but…how about you tell me about you? I tended to sleep through most of Iggy’s history lessons…” He admitted, and while that was true, it wasn’t the only reason he was curious. Ardyn had essentially been written out of history when they had turned him into the accursed. “But yeah, if I can, I’ll answer any questions you have.”

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ROM MOM, MOM ROM [chants]

first of all i love ur iggy, second of all HAWKE!!! HAAAAAWKE!!! thank u for enabling me back into dragon age hell, but also ur super great and all ur blogs are super great and ur great also. always fun and a+ to talk to!!!

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raf ur great!!!! my lil elf daughter!! we don’t talk that much ooc but we do sometimes and its gr8 and i love that u have such great ideas for my elf dad and his twin kiddos!! ur cool and awesome and stuff and im glad we’re friends~ heres hoping for more elf fam feels in stormblood AND NO ONE DYING

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KAI!!!!! same w red, there was some Drama a while back in our crazy friend group, but it didnt end our friendship and i am Glad, bc kai is cool and i love all her muses!! she has some gr8 ideas too~ i love all my XIV friends and kai is gr8. im glad i talked her into checkin out xv too lmao now she can suffer w the rest of us ;)

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Eyy hmu with that URL thing ;)

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eyyyyy!!! we haven’t interacted much but ur a Good Prom!! and god bless, someone who has as little self control as i do when it comes to 8 billion muse sideblogs!!! (see: me and my 6 extra KH sideblogs on my axelea blog) im glad im not alone lmfao. but ye i would love to interact w u sometime bc ur a good prom and u seem super cool and nice :)

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friEND!!! IM SO GLAD I CHECKED UR OC OUT AND LIKED HER!!! BC UR A GOOD FRIEND AND I LOVE VIPA!!! BLESS U IM SO GLAD WE STARTED TALKING. srsly i love ur oc and ur great a+ friend

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//puts own url in here :P

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A GOOD PROM. A SWEET AND GOOD PROM. ur another one whose threads i stalk read tbh, bc ur narration is always so fun to read???? ur lovely and we should do more threads sometime bc even tho we don’t talk much ooc i love to see u on my dash!!!