#tenebrianflower

Prompto hadn’t been this far out in quite some time. Since the night had started if he was right. He usually didn’t go too far away from civilization unless he desperately needed to. He wasn’t scared of anything out there, he was sure he could handle just about anything out there. It was just that if there was no need to do it then he’d stick to other tasks. Like helping the hunters with deliveries, making sure civilians that were out for whatever reason were escorted back to Lestallum. And, of course, he was there if Cindy needed anything. 

So, why was he out this way? Well, some had noticed daemons congregating in one particular area. But they weren’t seen after that. Not that that was particularly a bad thing. If something was getting rid of daemons that had to be a good thing. But everyone that he knew that fought or dealt with them wasn’t anywhere near that area so there was no telling who, or what, was taking them out. Prompto couldn’t just leave it. If it was an ally then they should join him and the others in protecting the people. They could use someone that could take daemons down like that. 

But, if it was another bigger badder daemon then it needed to be put down. 

He was worried because he would be going alone, but you had to do what you had to do. Everyone had things they needed to take care of and if it was too dangerous he could just take a look and head back to make a plan and get others to help him. 

Tex Sentence Starters | Accepting

“You mean you don’t like that whole ‘life flashing before your eyes’ thing?” Noct asks, wry and almost entirely deadpan. He has, perhaps, spent a bit too much of his life sword fighting his way across the countryside if this is his attitude to near death experiences.

“No I don’t wanna get up, I’m comfy.” she whines as he moves her to lay on the couch. She appreciated the help, but also she felt bad for it. “You don’t have to do that… I’ll be fine. I just need to rest a while.”  

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     As her kisses trailed down to neck, a slight shiver was felt throughout his body. Noctis accepted ever shiver and flushed nature that appeared over him with every new place to left her lips. ❝ So I’m that enticing to you? Now you are really making me blush hah.. ❞ Another slight chuckle as his arms wrap around her form, keeping her close to him.

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Luna had started to regain consciousness when she’d heard the slight creak of the door. She lay still, not quite awake as the figure approached her. As a hand was placed on her head, She began to stir. She didn’t feel as if she was in any danger, for once. The hand petting her head was welcomed.

Blue eyes open tiredly to glance around. The figure was a surprise to her. “Your Majesty?” She asks blinking and confused.

Lunafreya was a really hard worker, one who rarely had time to her own. So when the King saw her sleeping while sitting on the chair, he couldn’t help but sigh and smile gently. It was nice that she was resting. Slowly walking over, he gently rests his hand on her hair and rubs it. She looked so much like her mother.

The Shield leaned against a wall, overlooking the waters that surrounded the city. His lips were drawn into a slim line, Amber eyes seeming to be distant with each passing second. The warrior had thought about cutting his hair but to him that seemed too much effort. He could always put it up in a pony tail. 

A sigh left the hulking figure of a man, how much longer was this going to be? Surely it wasn’t all that bad. Then again it could be. Noctis could always fail, not that Gladio would let him. He would rather fall first then let the young king fail, He was stubborn like that apparently. His voice gave a low growl that seemed to emanate from his chest at the mere thought of failing. 

“If only he could see what is going on around him and not focus on her all the time.” He muttered to himself,  his voice seeming to drip with minor disdain at the thought. He was a Guard, a Soldier and he had a duty, one that he thought was waning with each day. No matter what though, Gladio wouldn’t leave Noctis or the other’s sides. He wasn’t that much of a dick.

Reaching up, Gladiolus ran his fingers through his hair. Pushing the black strands back and not in his face. He turned his body away from the water and faced the mildly busy street. Hopefully his expression didn’t convey ‘murder’ to everyone that passed by him.

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