#ofglaiveandguard

Regis silently looked over the reports Titus had given to him, a small sigh leaving his lips once he was done. "They are getting stronger still," he offered finally, referring to the Empire. Their Glaives fought valiantly, but it was truly hard to compete with mind-controlled beasts and beings that didn't feel pain or had no qualms about self-destructing if it was required of them. Niflheim had truly created something terrifying.

"Have you gotten word from our spies? There must be something to be done to push them back further," Cor was in control of their spies, but he had surely spoken with Drautos already.

​● – || They had an interesting dynamic beyond the palace walls , especially when it came to the battlefield . While they handled themselves well when [ [ a l o n e ] ] , if Noctis made a call then it was one that Cor could always trump if he saw it necessary . Being surrounded by the enemy , [ [ t r a p p e d ] ] within the a battle with few escape options meant that they had to use logic and clear thinking if they were [ [ a l l ] ] going to live another day .

While everyone’s mind was on him -- as it often was as the future King -- Noctis’ mind remained on Cor, who was injured . The [ [ l a s t ] ] thing that he ever wanted to do was leave him behind . No one should get left behind . . .

. . . Especially not the person you love . 

‘ That’s exactly what you’re going to do . ’

Forced Noct’s eyes to widen before they softened to a look of determination and stubbornness melded into one . 

“ Over my dead body . ”

Time was quickly dripping away , working [ [ a g a i n s t ] ] them at every turn . The longer he stayed to protest , the shorter time they would have to get out of there . Cor was right . Noctis [ [ k n e w ] ] that Cor was right , but he didn’t care . He’d stay back as long as it took to get him home safe . . . 

. . .but Cor would never let him , neither would Ignis, Prompto and Gladio . 

“ In the great scheme of things , you play a large part . . .You always have . You know damn well that you’re not expendable . Not to my father , not to Insomnia . . . . and not to me .  I can’t just -- ”

‘ Noct .  ’

‘ The Marshal gave you an order . Let’s go . ’

His fingernails dug [ [ d e e p l y ] ] into his palm as he curled his fists along his side . He squeezed his eyes shut as he wrestled with his inner voices , while Cor’s soft plea washed them all away . With a sigh of defeat , Noctis’ hands released with the opening of his eyes on Cor . 

Closed starter for @ofglaiveandguard​ | Drautos

The clock on the wall was ticking time away, much like it always did whenever Seifer was called into the Captain’s office. This wasn’t the first time, and it likely wouldn’t be the last. How Drautos still hadn’t decided to relieve him from his Glaive duties and thrown him out for Regis to do whatever he wanted with a traitor that was of no use anymore - the tall blond didn’t know. Some might think him ungrateful for the way he acted, but underneath it all, there was not much rhyme or reason to it - Seifer simply had found his own way of coping with the past, as unhealthy as it was. “So… I assume it’s wall duty again?” He finally broke the silence between him and the older male, quirking a brow. Drautos probably knew how utterly dull this kind of duty was for him and the fact that the Crownsguard was around to annoy the everliving shit out of him was not help either, although the tall blond usually didn’t pick as many fights with them as he did with his fellow Glaives. Once, years ago, when he was taken in by King Regis as a refugee as well as a traitor with notable knowledge of the inner workings of the Niflheim Empire and it’s strategic forces, Seifer had spent many hours inside of Drautos office, answering questions, reporting what he knew - and he had imagined the man saw something in him. That was, until their ever so beloved hero stepped into the scene. Ulric seemed to very much replace him in terms of interest and attention, and frankly - Seifer had to realize that he likely had been bled for all the information he had been able to give, and no longer served a purpose. Naturally, if anyone ever bothered to ask, he would decline being jealous. It was of course a matter of principle to him and being replaced without explanation, well. Surely nothing anyone would welcome. “For the record, I didn’t start it this time.” Uttering the words, arms came up to cross over his broad chest as he watched the other man, waiting for whatever he had to say. The new Glaive had looked at him funny and Seifer had done what he always did - started to taunt him. Not his problem if the guy thought he could just try to smack him in the face. Not his fault if his fist found the other one’s nose quicker. If people wanted to act funny, he’d act hilarious, simple as that. Gloved hand coming up to rub at his features, he let out a sigh, craving a cigarette but deciding he better not taunt the Captain too much today.

       It had taken him a lot of work to get into the Crownsguard, the second he was there, part of him regrets his decision to do so. He loves the expensive feel of the castle, the play at politics, slight little manipulations that they did as they dance with their very words. But the fact he wasn’t the one doing it, just watching it while on guard, standing there like a pretty set piece didn’t work well for him.

       Ryouta was bored, painstakingly so while there. It didn’t take him long before he wanted out of it, just to get some fresh air. It took almost all of his control, though admitting that to himself was even dramatic, to keep it up until his time of rest. 

       Quickly slipping out during the day, not bothering to make himself hard to track, in reality doing so would have been a red flag, even if he could do it with ease. He ignores most of the scents & smells as he makes his way through the city. Moving himself away from the bigger crowds, all the way to the wall. Even then he doesn’t make himself too hard to notice. Patiently waiting near the edges of the wall for any Kingsglaive nearby to have their focus on their work. 

       Slipping away at that precise time, walking with a casual air as if his trek was supposed to be happening. The second he passes, he starts undoing his jacket, the coat looked sexy as hell when on but the fabric. It was harsh & stiff as if it was weaved with something, made sturdier more resistant for battle. He hates it. Soon his jacket is thrown carelessly over a rubbled wall beyond the wall surrounding Insomnia, his shirt following soon after. His shirt soon joins in, revealing the tattoo he’d gotten when he’d gotten to insomnia.

       Lazily he leans against the wall tipping his head back to take a breath, his blue eyes jerking when he smells the daemons making their presence known. Sni-! Two black bone claws start sliding from his hand, only to stop as he tilts his head to the side before the slide back in, leaving behind streaks of blood.

Cor liked to think it was the former but in truth it probably was a little of both. "So you're the Infernian? I'm underwhelmed."

  “I am.” Ifrit perked a brow. “This what you see before you is not my true form. I take the face of man to observe your kind closer than I can in my Astral self. My like Shiva.” Ember eyes narrowed. 

Cor like: Nope. You're not sacrificing yourself young man. You're grounded.

     While Regis was working, Aulea had some free time to do as she pleased. She managed to scare up some lunch and was walking around the Citadel to peek in and see what she could get her nose into. The training rooms happened to be one of the better places for her to be. 

ofglaiveandguard replied to your post: ❝ i’ve got your back, okay? ❞ // Cor

“Just making sure it sinks into that thick skull of yours,” he smirked. After years of friendship, he’d earned the right to tease his King a little. “Your Majesty.”