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@grieving-glaive | “Can’t sleep?” |

It had been a while since he’d last been in the field. As Captain, he was often working from the sidelines, commanding troops and forming strategies without actually stepping into the field. Titus had been a soldier long before he became a leader though and he had always been better suited to fighting than office work though he was a good strategist. 

This mission was of the utmost importance – the Crown Prince of Lucis had been kidnapped – which was why Titus was venturing into battle to lead the charge. He looked over his troops.

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“We’re supposed to be hunting, not napping,” Somnus taunts, though he seems to be in good spirits all the same. His chocobo jostles Ardyn’s on the way past her, and Ardyn’s hold on her reins tightens.

“Apologies,” Ardyn offers, and he thinks he sounds normal enough, but it feels like his head is full of cotton.

“Keep up, then!” Somnus crows, with the sort of energy only a 14-year-old can manage as he urges his chocobo into a gallop. Ardyn hesitates a moment before urging his chocobo into motion.

It’s a bad idea. He should have simply admitted that healing others over the past few days had worn him out. But Somnus had been looking forward to this. But it was a bad idea. Ardyn’s vision swims as his chocobo picks up speed, and when she hops over a fallen tree a few moments later Ardyn topples right out of the saddle. He hits the ground with a thud, air rushing from his lungs, and he lays there dazed.

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When the swipe reaches where he had been standing, he is instead standing several yards away.

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Alright, so, this isn’t...good.Yeah, definitely not good.

He’s pretty sure he should definitely be flat on the ground right now, but he’s being propped up. Glaive? He’s pretty sure? Honestly, there were a lot of them and he infrequently saw them without masks.

But he’s not really concerned about that right now. Mostly he’s concerned with the fact that he can’t feel his left arm. It’s still there. He can see it. As well as all the blood, pouring from the enormous puncture at the top of his shoulder. He doesn’t know what it was, but it had a stinger like a hypodermic needle the size of a garden hose.

He...also doesn’t know what the venom is going to do. But he knows he can’t feel his arm and the rest of the world is starting to feel like it’s sitting just out of arm’s reach. He’s pretty sure an elixir isn’t quite going to do the job here.

He laughs, faint and incredulous, eyes darting from his arm to her face. “Pretty sure this isn’t what they had in mind when they told me I was born to make history.”

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☾ - wrestle/pin my muse to the ground

Had she been any ordinary human, she likely would have never been able to manage it. But as it stands, her warp hits him like a freight train, and he hits the ground with a grunt. His hat tumbles away, and he laughs, breathless and incredulous.

“Oh, very well done,” he crows, winded but viciously amused all the same. “But next I believe it’s my turn.”

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88. Curious

In one breath, he isn’t there...

“I suppose I could be mistaken--the memory does start to go after a certain age, or so I’ve heard--but I’m fairly sure you still had this the last time we spoke.”

...and in the next he is behind her, her empty sleeve in his hand as he inspects it without much thought for her personal space.

It’s entertaining, from time to time, to hassle the Glaives and the Crownsguard. All of them have a general idea of who he is, though many don’t recognize him on sight. And it can be a pleasant enough distraction, seeing how long it takes some of them to realize who it is. But sometimes, it’s more fun to turn up where they know exactly who he is.

After all, until His Majesty returns, it’s not as if he has anywhere else he needs to be, and he can only sleep for so long.