#commanderoftheglaive

Jess had regulars. Nyx Ulric was one of them, along with Tredd Furia. It was almost expected of them to get hurt on each and every mission they were sent out on, and Jess had somewhat begrudgingly gotten used to it.

Captain Drautos was another story entirely. Aside from routine physicals, Jess couldn’t recall a single time she had ever needed to run to the captain’s aid.

Until now, anyway.

Luche had dispatched her with as much calm as he could muster. There were undertones of absolute terror in his voice, however, and she knew it must’ve been serious.

She wasn’t expecting to see her captain all but on his deathbed when she arrived on scene.

“Good Gods, Luche, what happened?” she began tearing through her medical bag, grabbing a stethoscope and an oxygen mask in case it was needed. 

His response was snappy and frightened, something akin to ‘just fix him first and ask questions later,’ so she obeyed without a moment to waste.

Drautos’ heartbeat was fast and weak, which was the worst possible thing it could be aside from silent. She listened intently for breath sounds on either side of his chest, and felt her stomach drop when the right side was almost completely silent. She peeled back his dressings to reveal a nasty gunshot wound in the lower part of his chest and cursed beneath her breath.

“Sir? Can you hear me?” she asked loudly, being sure to keep her words clear and concise. “Stay conscious, Captain. You’re gonna be alright.” His quick, shallow breaths were concerning, to say the least, but these were symptoms of a sucking chest wound. “Breathe. I’m gonna relieve the pressure in your chest so it’ll get easier.”

The past 12 hours have gone shockingly according to plan. Nyx was his only worry, always being the troublemaker, but luckily its easy to keep him contained. Send him out of the city to infiltrate some Nif ships and he’s out of the way for more than enough time to kill Regis. It’s unfortunate the Nyx is a little too good at being a glaive. He returned in time to thwart Drautos, if only for a moment.

He did manage to get in a good hit though, ramming a kukri through the armor and into Drautos’ side. Much higher and it would have gone through his ribcage. Needless to say though, he’s taking a moment to rest. Let the “Hero” have a false sense of security.

In the end, he’s glad when Luche catches up with him, and has a potion on hand. It’s not as if the stab wound is that bad, he could have pressed forward. But he needed to talk to the glaive anyways.

“I presume you got Leila to safety?” he asks.

“Of course, sir.”

Leila was always his first priority, with Titus coming in a very close second. No one, not even Titus, could ask him to put anything before his daughter.

She was secure in the hands of someone Luche trusted with his life - his brother.

“She’s with my brother, Tanden. How are you feeling?” despite the wound not being life-threatening, Luche was concerned nonetheless. Neither of them had expected Ulric to make as quick of a return as he did, throwing cogs in their plans like the good little glaive he’s always been.

It wasn’t the first time the Prince had decided to sneak out, but usually his ventures were much more successful. He could be pretty sneaky when he wanted to and he ability to warp meant that he never had to use the front door or the gate. It wasn’t the sneaking out that caused him the problems like he’d expected if there was a problem.

It was when he was out. 

Noctis wasn’t usually a big drinker, but some of the other boys at his school were going out (using fake IDs of course) and he wanted to fit in even if they weren’t the best crowd. He’d tagged along and the group of them were stumbling through the streets drunk when they bumped into Titus Drautos.

Send ‘your heart is racing’ || Pelna Khara

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“What can I say, sir?” there’s a playful sort of teasing tone to Pelna’s voice as he looks up at Drautos, eyes as bright as his adoring smile. “You do things to me.”

It’s an ambiguous statement at best, but Pelna offers no further explanation as he rolls up onto the tips of his toes to capture Drautos’ lips in a soft, delicate little kiss. His hand comes to rest over the one Drautos has pressed against his chest, holding their position.

“You said you wanted to see me, sir?” Pelna stands straight as a board, attention focused straight ahead towards his Captain and nothing else. However, the tiny smirk on his lips gives him away.

He knows he hasn’t been called here for work-releated reasons.

Soft Starters || Luche Lazarus

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Luche’s eyes open when he hears the deep rumble of Titus’ voice. He sucks in a breath, only semi-awake, and wraps an arm loosely around the captain to keep him rooted in place.

He hums, looking down to find that Titus had settled against his chest sometime during the last few minutes.

“Yeah? Maybe it can help you get to sleep.” he offers softly, rubbing at Titus’ back in a soothing motion. “Close your eyes and count. Don’t think about anything else.”