#inimiicus

Disney's Brother Bear meme --- Answering for @inimiicus

You know, one has to wonder how this man came to be a part of the Rosfield family. He could ask Anabella, but that would probably open a whole different can of worms, and he is neither prepared nor in the mood to deal with her belittling him. Again. Like always.

Even if it does seem like his eccentric uncle brings more questions and curiosities with him than he does answers.

"Chancellor of Niflheim. Quite the title you've gotten for yourself," Bahamut scoffed slightly as he looked around the room. Niflheim had always been a blight, but they certainly served a purpose. They had awakened the Accursed ahead of plan, but the Chosen King had been chosen and everything was as it should be once more.

❝Did you know?❞

But of course he has heard tell of the Oracle's resurrection. The rumour spread to outposts far and wide; quite honestly, Luna is surprised it has taken him this long to find her. But there is no joyful reunion, no running hug for her erstwhile imaginary friend.

@inimiicus from here

Gilgamesh had been roused by the fall of his men’s spirits - temporary, of course, they would rise again when they had recovered their strength as per the rules of this bizarre half life he’d trapped them into. This once he had chosen to wait further in and not tease the challenger. This was the first time he’d heard their voice - a man, a lilting, lyrical tenor that made his heart ache for another time in a way he seldom did. The ache was forcibly replaced by anger, fuel for what would no doubt be a very short fight indeed. Even all his men together were no match for their lord, let alone Gilgamesh angry.

His katana was still thrust into the ground where he had left it so long ago. A breeze kicked up in the stale chamber, too deep to be anything but a supernatural wind. Gilgamesh took form, all nine feet of his manifestation, nearly two and a half feet more than he’d had in life. He turned, finally bothering to get a look at the challenger.

And for the first time in uncounted generations, he faltered.

That hair - those eyes - that build - that. damned. voice. Any one of those could be excused. All together? No... no, this wasn’t possible as much as he selfishly wished this could be true, that he wished Ardyn was alive and free, there to sass him and offer a rare but true challenge.

But he wasn’t. Couldn’t be. He was dead, and nevermind the hows and whys of it back  then, now it was impossible.

Titus Drautos hated Niflheim. 

The problem was, that he hated Lucis too – no, he didn’t hate Lucis. He hated the weak monarchy that had abandoned his people when they had brought back the wall. Insomnia had taken them in as refugees and Titus had tried to be grateful. He thought things would be different with Regis on the throne and he’d even signed up to join the Crownsguard as soon as he’d been old enough. After a few years though, he’d realised that nothing would change. All Regis cared about was Insomnia.

Perhaps that was why he was actually listening to the Chancellor through the bars of the prison cell he’d been shoved inside. The rest of his squadron had been killed, leaving Titus as the only survivor. Scowling, he banged his hand against the bars.

Noctis let out the breath he had been holding from the moment he’d asked the question. It had been a simple request and it wasn’t like he had any ulterior motives. Even if, by some miracle, he was able to slip past Ardyn and all the guards, there was no way he’d be able to get home by himself. 

Besides, he didn’t want to make Ardyn angry. He was the only person who had been nice to him. The Emperor looked at him like he disgusted him, whilst Verstael looked at him like he wanted to cut him open and see what made him tick. Then there was the General. His presence alone made the boy want to run and hide.

He considered the question for a moment. The maids weren’t exactly mean to him, but they didn’t talk to him either. No, whilst the competition wasn’t exactly high, Ardyn was the person he felt the most comfortable around.

@inimiicus​ said: ❛ you already know how this will end. ❜ HIT’ EM WHERE IT HURTS SENTENCE STARTERS | ACCEPTING

Of course Aranea knows: she will leave Niflheim Empire, will stop working for them at the second she can. They taught her a lot; she can fight now, thanks to them. But they were turning into monsters, literally, with all these experiments with daemons. And she’s convinced it has something to do with Ardyn, even if Besithia was the one actually experimenting.