Cor "The Immortal" Leonis

Nyx: I don't know.

Cor: You familiar with the term "slam and cram"?

Nyx: No, and I don't think I want to be.

Cor: How attached are you to your pinky?

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Life has not been the kindest as of late, and both this blog and my Irvine one have been neglected. I still plan on keeping them, but anything in regards to RPing probably won’t happen *on here* for quite a while. 

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“Feels” Prompts ~ Accepting

The entire Citadel had felt cold and broken on what should have been a joyous occasion. The prince was born; heir to the throne. But it had come with a price, the life of his mother stolen away. 

Regis had closed himself off from the world, even after her funeral. Clarus and his wife had stepped in to help care for Noctis while he was indisposed, but it didn’t help the fact that Regis was struggling and no one seemed to be able to break through to him.

Having tried a few times and failed, Clarus suggested for Cor to try talking to him. 

Thus Cor found himself standing outside of the king’s quarters. The air was heavy as Cor knocked on the door. He waited. Hearing no answer, he entered. It was dark. The curtains were drawn, and the fire was all but burnt out, the last bits of wood barely glowing. Shutting the door quietly, Cor made his way to the king’s bed, where Regis was curled up, back facing the man.

“Regis?” 

He saw the distinct moving of his shoulders as the man breathed. He wasn’t asleep, but he seemingly wasn’t going to answer Cor either.

Pain etched Cor’s face as he stood there, lost. Here was his best friend, someone he cared and loved for deeply, who was so utterly broken he couldn’t function. All he wished he could do was taken it away. 

Slowly, Cor made his way to the other side of the bed, sitting on the edge near Regis’s feet. He made no attempt to speak yet, just sitting there listening to each other breath, with the occasional pop from the embers in the fireplace.

He sat there for an undetermined amount of time. He would occasionally turn to look at the mass on the bed, still unmoving, still not sleeping, but still not talking either. Sighing, Cor shifted his weight on the bed, scooting a little closer to Regis.

“Please, let me help you...” he whispered into the darkness. “I know there is nothing I can do or say to help ease the pain you’re going through, but blocking us out the way you are isn’t good either. We’re worried Regis... I’m worried.” Cor gently placed a hand on the man’s leg, rubbing circles through it with his thumb. He continued to rub Regis’s leg until he felt the man really wasn’t ready to open up, and made a move to leave.

“Don’t go...”

Cor stopped and looked at the mass, before settling back onto the bed, placing his hand back where it had been sitting before. “I’ll stay as long as you need me too.”

The question came out of nowhere as Cor and Gladiolus were making their way back to the Kingsglaive base they had made in Insomnia. It had been nearly ten years since Noctis had been pulled into the crystal, and they had managed to clear out small spaces in the once magnificent city to start clearing a path to the Citadel.

“Where is this coming from, Gladio?” Cor looked over at him, trying to read any emotions on his face in the dim lighting of the tunnel.

Gladio let out a deep sigh as he stopped walking. “I never talked about it before, I never wanted to acknowledge it. I was told my father died during the fall, put on a brave face for Noctis, and moved on. But it’s never going to go away, no matter how long I ignore it. I want your honest opinion, Marshal. Do you think they died quickly?”

Prompto: Dude, are you sick? You know you're not supposed to go to school when you're-