#thelastkingoflight

[ardynzunia]

@thelastkingoflight replied:

"Can you hide me?"

“I suppose I could!” He replied, “But I don’t know why you’d need to, Gil is a pussycat! Unless you provoke him or challenge him to a duel. Than he’s a death machine.” 

[chosenbythecrystal]

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Today was going to be a good day – Noctis had decided that when he got out of bed uncharacteristically early. It was going to be a good day because today was just for him and his dad. It was the weekend, so Noctis didn’t have school and his dad had cancelled all of his meetings for the day so they had the whole day to spend together.

His father, as it turned out, was still in bed which meant it really was early. The guard standing outside his door didn’t protest as the young Prince barged in. It was his job to keep threats out, not the man’s son.

Noctis launched himself onto his father’s bed with a laugh.

“Dad. Dad. C’mon, get up!”

[talesfantastic]

The only thing worse than being sick, was being really sick. It started a few days ago with a small cough; Regis assured everyone that he was fine and wore a mask. But the cough got worse and worse until, he was perscribed bedrest with antibiotics. But a problem presented itself, the prince didn't want to be in the Citadel while sick... Or around Mors for that matter. Which is how Regis ended up staying at Clarus's house for the time being.

"Aulea is coming over with lunch later," he explained wearily to the specter shield. "I... I don't want to look like a mess..." Regis said, hoping it would be a good enough explanation as to why he's moving around when he shouldn't be.

Gilgamesh, contrary to what some people might have said once upon a time, could in fact take a hint and pick up on clues from the people around him. And while there was definite concern over the young prince's health, no one seemed as fearful as Gilgamesh honestly felt. He felt a little better after Clarus had gently taken him aside to explain this whole "antibiotics" thing, but the instinct was to hear that cough and fear.

But alright. Thanks to "modern medicine," Regis probably wasn't going to die from this. (More likely his own recklessness later.) He still had instructions from the healer to stay in bed and that did not mean being up and about preening for Aulea.

His scowl was unseen behind his mask, but his youngest descendant had assured him that it could very much be felt in his looming presence. He hoped so, as he approached Regis and listened to his excuses. "If she is your intended, she will see you in many states, not all of them good. If she is worthy, she won't care," Gilgamesh said. "You are ill, young prince. Get back to bed before we test how well I can carry you."

[strictomiles]

@thelastkingoflight​ sent: “How many of them were there? This doesn’t look like one man’s doing.” ((Uncle regis is going to uncle regis))

“Just one... I just wasn’t fast enough.” Of course, the whole cavalry would come in waves to visit him in the hospital. It wasn’t every night someone got assaulted so viciously on the Insomnian streets. But, better him than Noctis. It was almost Noctis. And the future shield, now down from the adrenaline could see the severity in the future that laid before the both of them.

‘You’re very lucky’, He’d been told. ‘Any deeper and you would’ve lost your eye.’ And even now, with it all bandaged up to keep the stitches clean. It would take some time for his vision to adjust back to normal. And deep scarring of his face was to be expected. “The guy was drunk off his ass...” Here he forgot his manners when speaking to the King but, what could be expected when he’d gone under such an attack and had only just awoken? “I didn’t wanna hurt him. So, I took the hit...” 

[sylleblosscm]

@thelastkingoflight​​:

❛  sometimes being free means choosing not to go , but to stay.  ❜

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Sentence Starters From That One Movie That Deserved An Oscar [open]

❝Is that what Your Majesty intends?❞ Luna pours their tea, only too happy to perform this act of hospitality for one she holds so dear. ❝Rest assured, you shall have support either way, whatever course of action you desire. My only wish is that you might live your days in peace, wherever you find it.❞

[unworthychosenone]

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@thelastkingoflight

The teen is not feeling well at all. He’d gotten caught in the rain and cold hanging out with Prompto and caught a really bad cold. So here he was laying in bed coughing up a lung.

“Dad, you shouldn’t be in here. I could get y-“ he manages to cover his mouth and nose before he sneezes, “s-sick.”

[gonemechaniic]

     ⚙ *:･ﾟ✧ // Did the young mechanic burn the candle too quickly along both ends this time? Perhaps. But to her, it was worth it. To fit the Crown Jewel with bulletproof siding with quality so strong it probably withstands heavy artillery. To be sure that the royal family was safe was her main and only priority; all other aspects are to fall by the waist side.

     Staring at her finished work from the drafting table, Cindy is lost in her admiring cloud. Pride shines in her eyes as they grow heavy once the gravity of her work finally catches up to her. One moment she's resting at her desk, the next she only somewhat wakes up in @thelastkingoflight​'s arms, carrying her a guest bedroom that considering the time spent and personal accouterments it might as well have been her own.

          “ Mmh… Uncle Regis? It's fine, m'not sleepy… ”  A groggy whisper, defiant regardless of how she curls herself inward or how instant she rolls into the comfort of her bed as soon as she’s placed onto the covers. Yet still she grumbles a bit, hearing a faint chuckle out of the regent as he gives a brief ruffle to her hair. But Cindy swears she hears a fond mention to her grandfather's stubbornness before weariness wins out and the young girl falls into a much needed deep sleep.

Picking up/carrying prompts

[angelic-din-mortem]

@thelastkingoflight​

Hearing his father was already going to bed, so the maid says, John sighs as he slowly opens the doors to the halls as he quietly goes down to a pair of large doors. Pausing for a moment, listening for any noise, he then slowly opens them to peek inside to check on the King to see if he was indeed asleep and well.

[onuscientia]

"Ignis, I was just about to do some paperwork in the garden with some coffee. Would you like to join me?"

Unprompted Ask - [ ALWAYS ACCEPTING ] ;;

" That . . . sounds lovely, your Majesty. Allow me to fetch my briefcase, and I shall accompany you. "

[scrappyprincess]

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It wasn't the same as the few stuffed animals Solara had had in Gralea---she understood that they were gone forever. Her caretakers had started to complain that she was getting too old for such things. Yet here King Regis was handing her a stuffed tabby cat. He always cared about what she thought and wanted; never before had an adult listened to her so much.

"Thank you, Your Majesty," She took the stuffed cat with both hands, smiling. She had a feeling she wouldn't lose this one.

[battleshot]

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@thelastkingoflight​​ sent  ↳   “✤” for a memory that brings them happiness

   "      Say Chocobo Cheese!  "   shouted the sharpshooter as he set the camera on his tripod and jumped into the shot.   "      Okay! -- wait, let me che-- Gladiooo, you blinked, dude! Okay, c'mon -- one more time! With feeling!  "   Smiling, fair, freckled features beaming bright, accentuated by the heat of the sun's rays. A few stray strands of blond caressing his cheek, gently swayed by the morning breeze. 

Prompto sets the timer and, once again, slides into the shot, pulling one of his usual photogenic expressions. And, upon return to his device --  "      Aw, hell yeah! This looks pretty sick; check it out!  "      He exclaims, lifting his equipment and displaying the screen to his friends.   "      I'm definitely keeping this one!  "     

[ofglaiveandguard]

"Hey Cor, we're going to the arcade. Come with us!" The prince gave the teen a big grin, but there was mischief behind those blue eyes of his as he sneakily wrapped an arm around the younger's shoulder.

Cor's first reaction was to raise an eyebrow as he gestured to himself and the fact that he was wearing his uniform. Then again, he was almost always wearing his uniform.

"I'm working, Highness," he told him with a soft sigh. "Besides, I've never been. I wouldn't know what to do."

[chosenbythecrystal]

❝ quick! there’s a secret passage this way. ❞  ((regis playing "let's hide from the guards" with noctis))

ROYALTY RP MEMES

A wide grin spread across the boy's face as the evaded Clarus and Cor, blissfully unaware that the men were simply playing along. To Noct's childish mind, him and his father had the upper hand and where making his uncles look pretty silly.

He was creeping alongside his father with big, exaggerated movements with a hand over his mouth as he tried (and failed) to suppress his giggles.

"Does it lead to the kitchens?" He whispered. "I want some cookies."

[toeachtheircalling]

@thelastkingoflight​: There is a small package waiting for the Glaive outside his apartment. It was simple, except for the crown seal stamped on the side. Inside the box, one would find a small bag of lemon salt water taffy with a few other flavors mixed in with the bag. The only other thing was a note which read: Enjoy.

Nyx was just getting home after hanging out with a couple of good friends when he noticed a small package at his door. He stopped in his tracks, his guard going way up, as possibilities of what it was went through his mind. HIs eyes looked around, feeling a sense of paranoia as he then cautiously approached it. But it wasn’t until he saw the Royal Seal that he felt confused. Again, he looked around to make sure he was alone before he picked it up and walked into his apartment. 

After locking up, he set the box down on his desk. He read the note, slightly tilting his head at it, before setting it aside to open the box. Was this...a box of candy? He took one out and examined the wax wrapped candy. Was this that taffy he mentioned? Glancing at the note for a moment, he opened the wrapper and cautiously put it in his mouth. It was...good! Too sweet for him to eat a lot of in one sitting but delicious nonetheless. 

He picked the note up with a smile as he continued to chew. “Thanks, Your Highness,” he muttered. Maybe Insomnia wasn’t so bad after all.

[strictomiles]

@thelastkingoflight​ sent: "Long day?"

From his relaxed, almost leaning position does the Shield of the Prince stand straight, rigid at the very sound of the King’s voice. It was only proper conduct. No matter how well he knew King Regis due to their families being close, he couldn’t let himself get too sloppy. It was a bad look.

“No, Your Majesty.” He replies, even if he were dead on his feet, Gladio wasn’t the type to complain over fatigue. Especially over routine training for his position. “Really just takin’ a quick break and getting right back at it. Still got a good few hours in me.”

[ardynzunia]

@thelastkingoflight  from here    

"So a pepperoni pizza pineapple, hmm? And here I thought I was the only one who liked pineapple on their pizza in this family," he chuckled. "Would you like to add breadsticks or cinnamon sticks to the order?" Because six know this child was too skinny for his own good.

“Yeah! The sweat is great with everything else! Especially if you add spicy peppers and chili flakes!” He cheered. 

He hopped a little in his cross-legged position on the couch. It was nice just ordering pizza in with the king. Made it feel like they were a normal kid and dad, and was a way more fun dinner than sitting at the dining table. Though that food was good too. 

“Oh? Are you sure? I don’t want to over eat . . .” He trailed off. “But uh, I guess some bread sticks wouldn’t be too bad. And maybe the little mini cinnamon rolls?”

There was no rule they had to eat everything right? And it’d be fun to have the sweets.