“The prince has been sighted near Galdin. The Oracle remains unaccounted for at present. Are we at all certain that she is not, in fact, dead as reported in the fall of Insomnia?”
“ we cannot be certain of much of anything it seems, chancellor. speaking of which.. perhaps it best to send her brother to investigate? after all, he knows her best. ”
ah, young love. how so very precious……………… one life for another, and yet! you still know so very little, my dearest emperor.
little as i may know, i do know one thing for certain; trusting you, falling prey to your bloody demons was the worst mistake i’ve ever made.
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u want ur boy to live, eh?
if one of us must die, let it be me.
listen here, buckaroo, u can’t kill me, neener neener neener
listen here, edgelord, at least i can,,,,,,, emotionally scar you,,,,,,.......
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listen here you shitlord
sometime, i can still hear his voice
you best believe it cause u dead as hell if i ever get my hands on you boi
spoilers for ffxv endgame
AU where iedolas and regis are in the afterlife after the events of the game, and regis’ soul via the ring of the lucii could see that iedolas was taken over by a demon, and was a puppet for arydn. where iedolas would stumble to his ex-love, kneel before him and whisper,
“ please, forgive me, regis. ”
where he blames himself for trusting arydn, where he blames himself for falling prey to the demon that controlled him for so many countless years. where the guilt of the life he lived, does not leave him in the afterlife.
favorite lit quotes ➤ vicious, v.e. schwab
“No.” Regis’ voice was hard and sharp, pointed like a blade poised to strike betwixt the ribs. Shoulders squared, back straightened and Regis looked every part the noble Lucian king that he was.
“You do not get to lecture me when it is your war your greed and lust for power that has driven me to this point.” He was backed into the corner this king of Lucis, forced to cower behind the very thing that was killing him.
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THE TONE OF voice was wholly expected, the emperor narrowing his eyes in show of disapproval. there was no need for regis to raise his voice at him, now.. his points were wholly valid, evident by how iedolas did not make show to attempt at a rebuttal.
“ never the less, it’s a tad.. unfortunate, that your lucian line is so intent on killing itself off. perhaps that is why you wished to marry your son off so soon? to keep the line going? ” there was no malice in his tone, now, simple.. curiosity, something that was quite rare as of late.
Lucille Bluth (via psycho-kaneki)
Regis settled as Iedolas did, wincing softly as his knee creaked—it was a good day and yet bones often tended to rattle and joints ached with the reminder of everything that was and was to be.
“Forgive me for calling you out here like this, Iedolas, but it’s such a nice day I couldn’t bear for us both to be shut in the Citadel. As beautiful as she is.” Regis lapsed into silence, taking in the sight of Iedolas looking at the roses and a strangled sort of feeling bubbled up in his throat.
“Recognize them?”
Regis’ voice came out softer than he thought it would and he tore his gaze away down towards his tea where he fussed with adding sugar and milk.
WHAT SORT OF question was that, he wanted to ask --- demand, but.. he knew it was likely regis looking for yet another chance at them being.. young, once more. sighing through his nose the emperor simply leaned back in his chair, a hand coming to rest over his lips as he studied the petals of the niflheim rose.
“ they’re from niflheim --- it’s.. the sapling that i once gave you, seemingly endless years ago. they.. flourish much more beautifully than i could imagine, in the cold country of mine own. ”
it was a bittersweet admission, the only way the roses grew were in greenhouses upon royal soil. they were difficult to care for there, but here.. it appeared it was where they belonged.
clearing his throat the emperor sipped from his tea, void of any sort of sweeteners as he was content to silence. he.. was afraid that speaking, would ruin this fragile peace between them.
He had taken the clipping from Iedolas when he was younger, the rose gifted to him as a keepsake and reminder of the man Regis was apart from.
Regis had planted it in the gardens, and the sprig had grown into a bush, a beautiful white rose bush with a scent you could smell right across the gardens It was Regis’ favourite spot.
He sat there now, at a white table, helping himself to a small slice of cake when emperor Aldercapt was shown to him. Regis stood, dipping his head politely while he waited for the two leaders to be left in peace.
“Iedolas.”
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UPON THE SIGHT of the familiar white roses of niflheim iedolas came to a stop, eyebrows lifting a touch as he simply looked on. the little clipping from all those years ago.. perhaps it was symbolic of something? perhaps not.
shooing his guard away iedolas dipped his head as well, giving a soft huff of amusement at the little piece of cake lay out for him, too. he.. didn’t quite remember, the last time he indulged in sweets. he’d make an exception, this time.
with this he moved to sit, removing his robed coat and leaving him in his loose sort of silken button up. he did not move to eat right away, merely looking towards the white roses.
“ regis. ”
to say he jumps out of his skin is putting it lightly. one moment he’s scanning over the room, the next he’s hopped five feet back and struggling to keep from teetering off his feet onto his backside. he doesn’t believe whats in front of his own two eyes, but it’s there. he’s there. and prompto’s blood runs cold. he wasn’t prepared for this. he feels so sick. he remembers the day he was sitting at home watching the news, seeing feed of him and and king regis played side by side, hearing news of the so-called ceasefire that would act as the beginning to all his best friend’s problems and nightmares.
prompto would be sick, if he weren’t trying desperately to keep himself breathing in the first place. panic is a familiar friend and he’s trying so hard to stave it off.
‘ —— ’ his mouth hangs open for a moment, blending into another, then snaps shut, because what do you say when you wake up in an unfamiliar room, face to face with the emperor of niflheim? six. he breathes a sharp breath, just staring, fingers twitching with the inner struggle of whether to summon a weapon or not - because even an idiot like him knows that would be suicide.
HE COULD SEE that the little crownsguard was twitching for action --- a fight or flight sort of response going on in his mind, visible on his expression. he was unsure why it was that izunia brought this young man as opposed to.. standing sharply from the thrown the emperor stood; eyes narrowed as he folded his hands behind his back, descending from the staircase with rushed steps. an arm shot forward as the emperor grabbed this boy’s chin, turning to from side to side with a grip hard enough to resist any sort of backing away, while gentle enough to keep from harming him. his features were eerily similar to the child he once cared for before she disappeared, but.. his mind reeled, not entirely sure what to make of.. this.
of course he was ecstatic at the mere possibility of seeing his child again, however at the same time.. this man was the bloody right hand to the new king of insomnia, or at least.. the would-be king, of insomnia.
“ you were raised in niflheim, before being stolen away to insomnia unbeknownst to me. ---- who are you, hm? you are not my daughter yet my chancellor brings you to me claiming that you ARE. ” his fingers grip the man’s chin harder, annoyance in his features as he scrambled for any sort of information. eyes were searching, but.. he was unsure what for.
au where iedolas was a hostage in his own body for decades due to demons, and is exorcised and is a completely different dude afterwards
am... gonna do things,,,,,,,,,,,,
You do not deserve him.
HE WAS WAITING for some sort of jab from the shield of the little king, the man being assigned as his guard as he awaited the king in question for their upteenth formal meeting. wordless was iedolas as he leaned leisurely back in his temporary throne --- an eyebrow quirked as he did not look towards where the words came. it would be so easy to shoot this idiot shield between the eyes without looking up from his seat, but he did not need the political scandal that that would cause.
forever jealous and on the outside looking in would this clarus be cursed, for the emperor knew that his little king would choose him. of course it would likely be the smarter choice, the more.. sound one, to choose his shield as opposed to his sworn enemy --- the man whom he waged war against since birth, however.. regis was never the type of man to take things as they were, only as what they could be.
scoffing silently iedolas made work to clean his gun, upholstering the near work of art as he made show of how well he knew it, how easily it could be used. “ know your place, amicitia, and know your king. ”
they both knew it, they both were aware of whom regis lay with at nights, who he lay himself bare and outstretch his neck before teeth or knife. should iedolas beckon wordless or not regis would come, and clarus would be left calling for his king and begging him to stay.
“ you could have him, lay with him and hear his sounds and memorize his reactions LIKE ME. however; you and i both know that will never happen. i do think it’s time for you to stop living in your little dreamland of where you get the king all to yourself... hm? ”
the emperor leaned forth in his chair, his gun still in his hand as he pointed it at clarus, safety on as iedolas made show of pretending to cock it, and giving a quiet, pew! as he pretended to shoot him. however in his eyes, were no such emotions of simple PLAYING.
“ and i do believe.. we both know what will happen, if you try. ”
if any words were spoken to him as he walked past iedolas was numb to them, merely glaring daggers into the eyes of the shield at regis' side. then would he look to regis and upturn his nose, walking silently towards his chambers without so much as stumbling.
Regis had in factgreeted the emperor though his lips soon fell from their soft smilewhen he was all but blanked by Iedolas. Brows pinched together, asubtle frown to his features as he tried to not let it get to him.
Clarus at his leftremained stoic and steadfast, nothing betraying his features even ifhis gaze hardened at the sight of Iedolas. Damn that man, damn how heprowled about the corridors like this was his place.No. No. This was Regis’ home, Regis’ city and Iedolas reeked ofbetrayal—betrayal that came as the guise of an outstretched hand.Damn him for everything, every look, every touch, damn him for takingRegis away from him.
Claruswas bitter, bitter about everything and it was not fair.
ButClarus, as is his way, would support Regis, even if it pained him, even if it tore him apart from the inside out. Clarus would always support him.
Regis waited until hecould no longer hear the emperor’s footsteps upon the stone before hecame to a halt, eyes falling shut with a heavy sigh.
“Clar-”
“-Don’t.” Clarus’voice was sharp, barely concealed pain inflecting into histone.“Regis don’t.”
Registurned upon his heel, a single hand coming to rest upon Clarus’ arm. They remained like that for a moment, a gloved hand over Regis’ own, fingers gripping gently.
“I’msorry, my friend.. but I must.”
Withthat Regis set off after Iedolas, leaving Clarus standing in thehallway with no one to witness the pain on his face.
