Alak Dolsan

❝Hey – you passed out.❞ {ffvii oc, alak, tailoringdata}

noctoutlucis  answered:

The teen looked up with tired eyes. He’d been on the street for weeks now with minimal food and water. Exhausted and hungry, Noctis guesses he had just managed to find somewhere to seclude himself and passed out. At least he assumed so with how the stranger spoke.

“Didn’t mean to.” He muttered, barely able to form the words. His arms tightened around the bag in his lap. “Can’t stay awake.”

Alak gnawed on his lower lip. The other boy looked bad -- pale, hollow. He knew the expression on his face all too well. 

“Here,” he said quietly, taking a bottle from his bag. “Have some water...”

@greetingsfromnibelheim

Alak strolled down the streets of Edge, hands in his pockets, drinking in the sights of the growing city. Usually when he passed through, he was on his bike, but he always took the time to walk through at least once a week. He’d been so ignorant in Midgar, so scared--

But here in the city built from Midgar’s bones, he would walk beneath an open sky and learn his home.

whitewingedangeal:

Angeal was never sure how to feel about this part, a long standing tradition of his kingdom. Important in the eyes of his people, and his commanders. A way of showing strength, dominance, over countries they were in conflict with.

He smiled anyways, confident, almost a smirk, as the prisoner is brought to his room. Waving his guards away, once they’ve already forced the young man to his knees, the smile grows a little gentler. “What’s your name?” he asked, gesturing for the other to stand.

Alak didn’t dare look at the foreign king; it was all he could do not to tremble where he knelt.  He wasn’t certain his legs could even support him, after the ordeal that was preparing him for the King.

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To say Alak was terrified was putting it mildly.

Captured by the enemy and dragged from his home; stripped and bathed and then dressed in clothes that could only be considered revealing–

(And oh, the humiliation, those men discussing his horror that was his back and how best to conceal it from the eyes of their king–!)