▶▶ SHIELD & BLADE (HIATUS)

I found my login information, so I’m back! Talk about one heck of a holiday gift right?

I’m so sorry for being gone this long.. I never thought I’d find this info again, but I’ve been searching ever piece of technology I own for months to try and get this blog back.

Side notes: I only have an IPad, so replies will be slower until I figure out how to shrink my text on the app only and make everything look the same as it did before. Also, all previous roleplays, for the sake of being fair to everyone, will be scrapped unless I am messaged personally about continuing them.

Thank you all for your continued patience!

THE PROTAGONIST 

The character responsible for handling the main problem and the one most in need of change, emotionally. You are ambitious and are considered to be highly courageous. You have a good set of morals and love to do the right thing. Overall, you're just incredibly well-rounded. You are typically seen as extroverted and involved in many different things. You make friends easily and people are attracted to your outstanding personality. You don't mind being the center of attention every once in a while!

TAGGED BY: @culinarystrategist

❝ – PROMPTO’S WORDS;; settle on Gladiolus’s waking consciousness with a relished comfort, a breathy sigh escaping stubbled lips as the King’s Shield obey’s the Starshell’s affectionate request; slouching ever slightly to lean into a groggy yet gentle kiss, a calloused palm gliding to rest flat upon the other man’s ass as the tank pulled the blonde close against himself. 

❝ – DREAD BLOOMED;; the more realization dawned on a terrified heart- in every thought that scanned across Gladiolus’s pained conscious the King’s Shield saw little way of winning; but resolute in his duty, stalwart and battered limbs pressed onwards towards the abyss of certain defeat, a trembling grip upon the weathered shield straightening as Gladio let his body fall into the rhythms of combat. 

Amber eyes assessed at instinctual speeds while the guardian charged forward with sacrificial valor; muscles tensing painfully as steps feigned one direction only to diverge to another, tattooed arms shoving the weapon in an iron grip quickly against the Chancellor’s sneering face in hopes to disorient even slightly, a clenched fist striking swiftly to knock a solid blow into Ardyn’s ribs. 

Disorient, push, strike- 

A thrumming, erratic pulse rushed against Gladiolus’s eardrums as he snapped a quaking out to grab a fistful of plum locks and strike the pike of the fracturing shield across Ardyn’s field of vision, a yell echoing into the chilling nighttime air while the Amicitia attempted to nail a hard leather boot into the joint of the enemy’s knee socket to knock away any balance possible.

❝ – THE SITUATION;; was an absolute cup noodle catastrophe- amber eyes glaring down at both the wasted feast and fantastic flavor opportunity; the Shield reaching a calloused hand up to run singed fingers through messy brown locks, a weary sigh escaping scarred lips before Gladiolus bent down to begin gathering the ramen’s sad remains. 

“It’s a damn waste of food, but luckily for you I have extras in my backpack.” The tank remarked before tossing the soggy and dirty noodles he had scooped off the grassy ground  into the trash bag near the kindling campfire, a steady hand sifting through a weathered hiking pack until the extra meal was found. 

❝ – THE TONE;; of the ringing battered phone plucked from the guard’s weathered jacket pocket sent a spark of unsettled questioning against a canopy of sickly disorient, Gladiolus knitting dark brows when he felt a cool hand brush against his forehead in assessment of his evident fever, amber eyes flicking upward to look upon the thin figure of the young stranger. 

“Who.. are you?”

Words were accompanied by a crackle in the desperate lungs of the tank; another flare of coughing traveling up Gladio’s throat with the sensation of flames lit against the walls of a heaving chest, teeth gritting in agony as the sensation lingered far past the instance of its prominent suffocating pressure. 

The sudden and blearing presence of an ambulance approaching the collapsed man was exclaimed in the dance of red lights illuminating across every surface in the winding hollowness of that winter-kissed street, the screech of tires slamming on the mechanics in the vehicle startling until the smell of exhaust teased at the tension in Gladiolus’s bronchial tubes farther. 

Paramedics seemed to not even touch the frigid pavement before they were by the guard’s side in immediate assistance; a gloved hand feebly attempting to wave off his condition but the sudden bubbling of jagged exhales ripping up his throat spoke endless novels on Gladio’s feigned confidence, the professional above himself quickly placing a mask upon his flushed face to attempt in aiding his jumping breaths. 

“Can you hear me, sir?” 

“I.. Yeah..” Gladiolus replied haphazardly while his amber gaze shifted to look at the mysterious figure who had been so judgmental just minutes ago, a small surfacing of confusion painting in his features when the secondary paramedic walked right through the young man, his attention snapping back to the situation when he felt the jolt of being lifted and the pressure of the ground cease under his aching shoulders.

❝ – AN ENDLESS;; strife between the lands of Insomnia and Niflheim had set a blazing course of destruction upon homelands and lives that previously held any sliver of a chance to be spent in peace, Gladiolus feeling the wisps of subtle regret as soon as the words building up in his throat spilled past scarred lips lacking filter; the King’s Shield sensing the Oracle’s loss of words and shaken silence as the blue of Lunafreya’s gaze set a weight on the guardian’s conscious. 

None of this was fair to her- or anyone. 

The Guardsmen had little will to admit that on occasion he felt the tarnishes of doubt upon his usually steady soul; an amber, emotional gaze looking towards the bruises that littered his skin in scattered patterns while he tried to force his thoughts out into the light of discussion, dark brows creasing as Gladiolus swallowed down his pride to allow the walls of his caution to fall ever slightly. 

“Do you think we’re going to win?” The Shield questioned quietly before turning his head slightly to look upon the Oracle in an unusually uncharacteristic somber air, a stubbled jaw hardening at the very thought of all their trials leading to nothing but void and an eternal nighttime. “You communicate with the Gods... But do they even let you know the plan? I hope this is all some big joke on their part.” – ❞