#luciscael

      flourescent  lights  envelop  the  two  overhead:  audible,  and  straining  against  the  bulbs  far  past  their  use  date.  ever  so  often  they  stutter  and  flicker.  no  one  else  seems  to  notice  this.  the  floors  are  checkered  black  and  white,  and  scuffed  due  to  the  assumed  volumes  of  foot  traffic.  their  seats  are  thin-cushioned,  the  lining  cracking  and  falling  apart.    oh.  there's  an  ant  by  her  foot.  

the  way  lunafreya  whips  her  head  around  insomnia's  crow's  nest  would  make  anyone  think  she  was  an  outsider.  the  way  her  eyes  scrape  over  peeling  wallpaper,  and  clinking  arcade  machines.  it  wasn't  so  much  of  a  need  to  take  everything  in  ---  but  an  oversaturation  of  new  stimuli...  an  environment  she'd  been  wondering  about  ever  since  she  was  a  child.  a...  diner!  

when  luna  had  offhandedly  mentioned  she'd  never  had  a  hamburger,  noctis  all  but  jumped  into  action.  she'd  laughed  it  off,  something  about  how  silly  it  was  that  someone  of  her  importance,  someone  whos'  job  was  to  know  the  people...  know  their  hearts,  had  no  idea  how  they'd  lived.  but  noctis...  he  hardly  cracked  a  smile.

her  eyes  wandered  to  the  table  over,  where  ignis  and  gladiolus  sat.  far  enough  to  give  them  privacy,  but  not  entirely  out  of  earshot.  posed  tall  enough  to  hide  her  and  noctis's  forms  from  outside  eyes.  they'd  done  this  before.  though,  it  was  hardly  needed.  lunafreya  didn't  think  she  would  be  able  to  recognize  herself  in  a  mirror,  if  provided  one.  her  hair  was  down,  and  her  dress  was  far  too  casual  for  her  own  comfort.  pants!  when  was  the  last  time  she  wore  pants...  or,  black  for  that  matter...

  when  in  lucis...  

dainty  hands  would  fold  in  her  lap,  then  re-fold  themselves  in  a  nervous  fidget.  seemingly  caught  in  a  trance,  she  continued  to  inspect  the  area  around  them,  partly  in  interest,  but  also  in  denial  that  this  was,  by  all  points  of  reference,  a  date.  a  date,  and  she  was  in  sneakers.  surely,  this  wasn't  the  standard  the  prince  had  come  to  expect  from  her....  and  though  it  was  not  to  her  preference,  it  was  still  a  necessary  evil.  did  he  even  want  to  be  here  ?  was  her  comment  so  incredulous  that  she  had  forced  their  course  of  action...?

her  eyes  switch  to  noctis.  and  he's...  looking  at  her.  his  face  carries  an  expression  wrought  with  admiration,  and  his  palm  steadies  his  melting  face.  and  his  contagious,  blissed  turn  of  lips...  they'd  spread  to  hers  as  well.  ..followed  by  a  skin  tone  two  shades  pinker  than  before.  

it  wasn't  fair.  he  made  everything  seem  so...easy.  

( he was missed | @luciscael​​ )

PROMPTO I MISS YOU

     there was never any doubt in prompto’s mind that he & noctis were friends ( though he often wondered if he was worthy of a friendship with the next king of lucis ) & yet the sudden admission through the phone still surprised him. he paused in scrolling through his most recent set of pictures, staring at the empty space above him in surprise as if the words had come from thin air & not the speaker of the phone resting next to him. finally, a smile spread across his face, & he couldn’t help but laugh.

     ❝ awwww, dude! i miss you too! ❞

     he was away on some official royal business. ignis had tried to explain it to him, but most of it had gone over prompto’s head. the important part was to know that it was taking noct, iggy & gladio away for a week. he knew without asking that he couldn’t go along, & he’d just laughed at iggy trying to apologize for it–––– he’d brushed off his proper apology, ❝ i get it, no plebs allowed! ❞ he’d even joked. but, admittedly, it had stung a bit. 

     but, prompto was over it now. totally.

     ❝ when you get back, we can hit the arcade! games & curly fries & milkshakes all day! whaddya say? ❞

     he’d probably need it after all that royal stuff. &, admittedly, prompto needed it after all his normal stuff.

luciscael asked:  ' cor . . . corn . . . corn the immortal '

luciscael asked:  ' marshal corn '

random ask || always accepting .|| @luciscael

Staring at the younger male. He couldn’t help but want to roll his eyes though, he shrugged it off for the moment before he reach over and messed up the boy’s hair. He didn’t care. what was he going to do? --- Run to his father and cry about messed up hair. No. chuckling over so slightly Cor titled his head and looked the other up and down. 

( * winnie the pooh prompts | @luciscael​ )

’‘ sounds like saturday night at my house. ’ calls the citadel his 'house'

    ❝ house. the most impressive structure in the entire city & he calls it house. ❞

    it was mostly said in jest as evidenced by the way prompto grinned, hands behind his head as he relaxed. he knew it was a unique circumstance, living in a place as big & grand as the citadel. while to most of the world, it was a palace filled with the history of an entire kingdom & the lineage of their rulers, to noctis it had been home first & foremost, & that some something that he would probably never fully understand. but prompto could admit that, after a time, it had become less of the place where kings reside & more of the place where his best friend lived.

    all this time later & it was still noct’s place more than anything. it just so happened that noct’s place required id & guards & sometimes a secondary escort! no big deal!

    ❝ but, hey! was that an invitation? ❞

     his house had been far too quiet lately anyways, with just him & the occasional video game music whenever he had the chance to boot up something he hadn’t beaten yet.

    ❝ i need new friends. ❞

yeah prom do u know what i mean

     ❝ totally, dude! ❞