#dragoonxdive

“What a picky man!” Aranea teases before she takes the dessert menu. There’s cheesecake on it, so she’s glad. And from the image, there seems to have fruits on it. She smiles, satisfied, before she deposited the menu, ready to tell the waiter about her choice once he comes back. She loves eating at a restaurant so damn much. It’s different than staying in Niflheim and only work. She hates the Empire so much; it feels like she could change her mind, even if it’s for a short moment. She laughs at Ravus’ question. “I’m sure they are gossiping, but you know what ? I prefer if there are rumors about you and me than about me and anyone else from the Empire.” She assures, a PLAYFUL smile on her lips. She knows Ravus is awkward, but he’s her friend, one of the rare real ones she has. She raises an eyebrow. “A tabloid header ? It would be a bit crazy. On the other hand, you’re so important to them as the Prince of Tenebrae. Maybe we will.” 

⋞⁘♔⁘⋟       “Ah, yes... I am so important," he mumbled sarcastically. "The perfect doll to flaunt about." He rolled his eyes and sat back in the chair, idly watching the other patrons moving about the restaurant or enjoying their meals. The area they had been sat in had more purveyors in suits and with briefcases than the other side. Clearly they had been seated on the 'finer' side. That was fine by Ravus, as it likely also meant faster service.

Frankly, he would much rather prefer rumours about the two of them than anyone else in the Empire's employ, as well. He enjoyed her company, fortunately. Perhaps it could be something amusing to puzzle the public with.

The waiter returned then with two glasses, pouring from a bottle of white wine into each after placing them on the table.

@dragoonxdive asked: “You belong to me”

● – || @dragoonxdive​ sent: Enemies to Friends from this meme HERE. 

"No one deserves what has transpired as his highness has disappeared." Even though he and the others theorized the crystal might have consumed him, they can only guess when the last he was spotted was his way to seek the crystal in an attempt to stop Ardyn.

At least, that's what he was told what Noctis was doing.

"This is simply an unfortunate set of circumstances we must overcome." That being Ignis losing his vision and Aranea for everything she's had to endure.

@dragoonxdive​:

Aranea shook her head, then offering the blonde a brief smirk. She was pretty sure Prompto didn’t even realize his own strength. He needed to be more confident. She couldn’t believe he really thought his friends would abandon him; she had seen how much these four cared about each other.

“I want you to find your friends again.” She explained with a shrug. “They’re looking for you. They were very worried about you. I saw them.”

Prompto stared at her in silence for a long stretch of seconds, as if he could figure her out just by looking.  Finally he dropped his gaze with a little huff, an uncertain smile on his lips.  “Sorry.  I’ve just--  Everything’s been a lot lately.”  Understatement of his life.

random starter sentences // @dragoonxdive​ :  “ … is there something you want? “

Listening to the large rumble drawing closer and closer to the lit up outpost, Cindy lifted her head and gaze to the inky black void as an all too familiar Niff ship came into view, illuminated by the outposts lights, before landing a short distance away from the gated outpost. Seeing a ship cruising through the skies were always a sign of trouble, of the Empire about to cause more trouble than wanted. For many seeking refuge in the lit streets of Lestallum, it still was, but not to her. For the years that came and gone, Cindy came to see it as a sign of strength, of a certain Dragoon and her cavalry hunting down the daemons that were getting uncomfortably close or to cull as much of their numbers as possible.

She waited near the gates as the large group of arrivals quickly jogged inside, olive green eyes dancing between the tired looking faces before she landed on the one she recognised. Cindy waved the silver-haired woman over in hope to catch up with her and somewhat taken aback as Aranea seemed to cut straight to the chase. Was something amiss? Had something happened on the flight over? The mechanic shook her head. “No, I won't be needin' anythin' this time around. Y'all alright?"