#brandedmachine

You know Ignis is exhausted and not at 100% when he falls asleep sitting up, head tilted to the side and his blinders slowly sliding down his nose.

THREE (3) CHOICES ; accepting 

🔗 - handcuff, tie up, pin down.

It was sunny, and bright, top down on the Regalia. Ignis was focusing on driving, while her brother and Noctis had fallen asleep on either side of her in the backseat. It had been a rough few days, it seemed like nothing was able to pause ever since Insomnia had fallen. She had zoned out, her eyes watching the horizon moving as they drove along the scenic routes. 

“Shut up!” Cor barked, pushing the boy down against the wall of the alleyway, between two dumpsters. “If you don’t calm down I’ll fucking kill you--” Okay, that wasn’t going to go over well if the cops were told he said that, but he hadn’t done a damn thing! Whatever the hell was going on, he was disoriented as all hell. It looked like Insomnia City, but things were off.

Cor clapped his hand over the boys mouth, and hid, watching the legs of the Crownsguard soldiers that were running past. “Go up and in--” Cor heard someone say. Up the building and inside. These guys were real military. What the hell did they want from him. He waited until he heard the steps getting distant.

    The Omega knew he had been babbling. He always got nervous around his friend’s parents, especially around Clarus. He was intimidating as no other man he had met, not even King Regis. He was double Prompto’s size, and had this quiet authority to him that just lookingat made people want to obey. Of course, the moment that he used his Alpha voice, that timber to his tone that pretty much demanded obedience, Prompto’s mouth snapped close and he was taking a step back, nearly falling to his knees to do as he said. “S-sorry sir. I-I mean Alpha! Sorry A-Alpha.”

Clarus smiled softly at Prompto, nodding his head, keeping himself composed, and considered letting up. The younger man was obviously nervous, but, well. He had already been that way, backing away now that he’d asserted some actual authority wouldn’t make the younger man less intimidated.