#oldamicitia

[strictomiles]

@oldamicitia

"Because i'm the only person who opens shit with their teeth in this house, okay."

#oldamicitia

[sylleblosscm]

@oldamicitia​:

"You wouldn't happen to know someone who would enjoy a milkshake with me, would you?"

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Unprompted [always accepting]

❝Me! Me, Papa! I would like one!❞ Luna’s homework lays forgotten in the living room as she bolts into the kitchen in record time, taking her usual seat.

#( he said the magic word ) #oldamicitia #answered; #⋆｡˚ ☁︎ ˚｡⋆｡˚☽˚｡⋆ – v: au: can i dream for a few months more? / insomnia #⋆｡˚ ☁︎ ˚｡⋆｡˚☽˚｡⋆ -- always try to be nice; never fail to be kind / ic

[kingxlight]

oldamicitia

"Hello, Your Majesty."

“...Clarus...” The smaller male straightens up as he looks up at the other. Though his expression and voice was saying nothing, the King was joyful to, as usual, see his Shield.

#oldamicitia #ic

[novuscaelum]

"Cupcakes belong in cups cause that's where they're s'pposed to be. In. Cups."

#[dash commentary] #[crooked crowns (crack)] #[age 5] #oldamicitia

[unworthychosenone]

@oldamicitia continued X

Noctis was happy that Clarus seemed to like his gift. He couldn’t stop smiling; he’d have to thank his dad for telling him it was Clarus’ birthday.

“I’m doin’ okay! The doctors said with enough time I could walk again!” A fact that made him so very happy. Fishing was difficult in a wheelchair and he’d very much like to be able to run and play again.

“What about you, Clarus? Are you having a good birthday? Dad said if not then I have to make a royal decree to give you a hug!”

#oldamicitia #Noct loves him so much

[hcpefulmarshmallow]

@oldamicitia​

The tired boy sits upon a marbled bench, his vacant gaze locked ahead, heedless of the stares from those who walk past. Perhaps they can see the family resemblance. Or perhaps, it is simply that he looks so very out of place in these hallowed halls, with his unkempt outfit and pallid complexion clashing fiercely against the Lucian black around him. 

 He certainly doesn’t look his name. Nagito’s father had worked here once a long time ago, being a man of ruthless ambition and remarkable intellect. His mother’s face, beautiful as she was, had been known to all. She graced Insomnia’s media well after her time, wearing her delicate disposition better than Nagito ever would. From what he’s been told, they were something of a power couple in their day, and their public adored them, awaiting their next move with baited breath.

 What a disappointment their son would turn out to be.

 There were always rumours surrounding him, and why the Komaedas never brought him out in public. Some were charitable - that they simply wished for Nagito to have as normal an upbring as possible, safe from the pressures of the public eye. Some were less so, and largely concened the boy’s ill-defined strangeness. Whatever the case, after the tragic passing of his mother and father and his own miraculous survival, Nagito experienced a brief flirtation with fame, before the people moved onto something else and he was promptly forgotten. And that’s how he likes it. 

 It’s not hard for him to guess why his parents never socialised him with their colleagues’ children. From his loose, uneven curls to his sickly appearance; his long-limbed, too-thin frame cabale of frustrating the most seasoned of tailors, and his utter disinterest in either of their jobs, he could only guess the answer was shame. Many of Nagito’s earliest memories come from the events they would host, where he would listen from his bedroom, and find ways to keep himself entertained where he would not mar their pristine public image. 

 Of course, all that might have been overcome had he not one fatal flaw. That everything he touched would surely become tainted by a force to rival the Gods themselves, reducing his world to utter chaos. For every stroke of incredible luck, an equal, opposing one would not be far behind. For every tragedy he faced, there would be a miracle; and for every miracle, a senseless tragedy. It is why he never lasted long in the homes he was passed to. That, and his self-righteous attitude, of course. He had always been annoying like that. Oh, pity me, the poor orphan boy - it got old, fast, how he would cry in his sleep and wake his aunts and uncle, who would look at him disapprovingly, because they all knew what he did. That it was his fault. What right did he have to cry?

 And so he stopped. There were no more tears, and suddenly he wasn’t deemed self-righteous, but instead creepy and weird. And it wasn’t long before nobody remained who was willing - or, perhaps, foolish enough - to take him in. Even the criminal who’d kidnapped him from his distant Uncle’s home realised all too quickly that his efforts were wasted on this likes of Nagito. That nobody in the world loved him enough to pay a ransom - or notice he was gone at all. 

 He was found four days later, wandering the other side of Insomnia alone, and promptly placed into an orphanage. But even there, he was unwanted. The other children didn’t like him, and though they couldn’t say it to his face, neither did the adults. Nagito didn’t blame them. Every time he walked into a room, it seemed, misfortune was bound to befall someone. But the ensuing isolation suited him just fine. He was given a room of his own (since nobody wanted to share with him) and he could come and go as he pleased (since nobody wanted to look at him). 

 Until today that is, when two members of the city guard came to escort him to the citadel. Apparently, his former kidnapper had escaped custody, and so they were to take him somewhere safe as a precaution. So now he sits uncomplainingly, thinking about how it must take a major screw-up indeed to bother those adjacent to the royal family. It’s a new low, even for him. Not that it matters much. Nobody knows it - he has yet to share his new prognosis with his caretakers, nor does he necessarily plan to, and nor does he think they’ll mind - but they'll be rid of him soon enough.

 Six months. Just six months, and he can’t hurt anyone ever again.

 Something moves in Nagito’s peripheral vision, and he slides from his seat, standing to attention. He knows this man: tall, broad, and utterly unmistakeable. He’s been on TV countless times, yet Nagito has never heard him speak. He’s usually quiet, standing silent and stalwart by the King’s side. He can even recall - vaguely - his father mentioning that the man didn’t often concern himself with matters beyond his station. Yet here he is. 

 ❝Sorry if I’ve caused any trouble,❞ he says, voice characteristically soft and breathy. ❝Are you here to send me back?❞

#oldamicitia #v: tbt; #⋆｡˚ 💚 ˚｡⋆｡˚ 🍀 ˚｡⋆ -- 「 how many seconds in eternity? 」 threads

[ducitestella]

● – || @oldamicitia​ sent :  "Yule is upon us, what would you like?"

● – || Dea looked over at her boyfriend with a smile as she fiddled with the sleeves of [ [ h i s ] ] hoodie that hung off her like a dress . She thought about it , knowing full well that she had an infinite amount of things that she could use to fill in this question . Instead of having an answer , Dea simply [ [ s h r u g g e d ] ] as she looked into his eyes . 

“ I have you , Clarus . What else could I want ? ” She asked warmly . 

#oldamicitia #● c || clarus #● m || dea #● the rose that blooms in adversity || dea's answered #● opened letters || answered #● v : against the world we have each other || young clarus & dea

[ofimmortal]

oldamicitia asked:  "You're not allowed to leave the kingdom. If I have to suffer, so do you."

random ask || always accepting. @oldamicitia​

           “ the only thing that is keeping me in the kingdoms, is my loyally to the kingdom.  --- but remember, I can just up and disappear  one day. I have no kids. no family. nothing.  No one would miss me if I left. you all can handle it .” 

#oldamicitia #bonk him

[forfeitsouls]

@oldamicitia​ sent: "You know, if you wanted a moment alone, all you had to do was ask, Regis."

“And I don’t believe i’d receive it even so. Would you not be lurking around a corner? Or have a guard stationed close as if i’m a frail old man?” Not that it was truly a question as he knew the answer. Though, some days-- he truly was frail, this was not one of those moments. It was just a time of needing a moment to himself to gather his emotions lest they slip through the cracks.

#oldamicitia #1000 years later what up #•• Fallen Lucii: REGIS

[rexelectus]

● – || @oldamicitia​ sent :  "Oh pet. Would you care to join me for lunch today?"

● – || Noctis was in his room when he heard a familiar voice , drawing his blue eyes upward . He looked . . .Exhausted , not sleeping properly would do that it seemed . Regardless , He did his best to offer a smile as he leaned his head back against his headboard . 

“ Yeah . . . Lunch sounds great . ”

#● ooc || bless you clarus ... bless you <3 #oldamicitia #● opened letters || answered #● words from the prince || ic answered #● c || clarus #● v : you kneel in the light & i kneel in the shadows || clarus & noctis

[strictomiles]

@oldamicitia​ sent: "Purely hypothetical question, if I say, actually took a few days off and went camping, would you, and this is hypothetical, come with me?"

He swore the sun had barely risen over the city, just barely peaking through the curtains. Gladio rose early but, his father? He rose with the very birds to begin on his path to the Citadel. And the disadvantage of working together meant he was privy to his schedule and seemed to weaponize his son’s days off. With a grumble, he pulls his arm over his face, scowling at the shifting of weight upon his bed. 

“If I say yes, can I go back t’ sleep now?” Those last few hours before he had to be up and making sure Iris was going to school were precious after all.

#oldamicitia #¶ It's just a scratch || answers

[sylleblosscm]

This is how Luna’s Insomnia verse would go, no I won’t be taking criticism at this time:

Luna: Your Majesty, I got into a fight today. Regis: You what? Oh, my little flower, are you okay? Did they hurt you? Luna: No, I’m fi- Regis: I’m going to send the Glaive with you to school so this never happens again. Do you want anything? A lollipop? A new pet chocobo? Ssh, don’t worry, nobody will ever lay a hand on you if I have something to say about it.

vs:

Luna: Papa, I got into a fight today. Clarus: Did you win? Luna: Yes. Clarus: Good girl.

#( i was rewatching kg the other day and regis' protectiveness over luna has me feral actually ) #shitpost; #oldamicitia #⋆｡˚ ☁︎ ˚｡⋆｡˚☽˚｡⋆ -- i was just in the middle of an inner monologue / ooc

[kingxlight]

@oldamicitia​ continue from: Here

“Clarus...I’m always limping. That’s to be expected to have good or bad days. But you, you’re physical and mental health means far more then one leg.” Regis sighs as he shifts and looks up at his Shield with pleading eyes. “Please...”

#oldamicitia

[mr-hammerproof-thickskull]

@oldamicitia​:  NOT EVEN SORRY

So it WAS CLARUS! Grabbing a wrench he chucks it at the other. “Ever heard of not talking behind another person’s back?!”

#oldamicitia #ic #LOL.

[unworthychosenone]

@oldamicitia continued X

Noctis’ excitement started to die as he watched and listened to his papa. Could they not have fun together? Then he was being picked up and sat on his papa’s lap so he had to look up at him at a weird angle.

“We can?! I promise I’ll do my homework, Papa! I really, really, really wanna go fishing!” It was his favorite way to spend time with his papa, unlike his big brother and little sister.

#oldamicitia

[ardynzunia]

 from here with @oldamicitia

The wine probably was a bad idea but given the Prince's occupation, the shield could hardly fault him for it. "You go to Tenebrae an awful lot, Your Highness. One would think that you have a liking for a certain Oracle."

He is teasing, of course, but Arctus knew that. He took the glasses from the prince, holding a hand out for the bottle to pour himself. "Your father is as well as ever. A bit angry at times but who isn't. How was your trip?"

“Yes well. . . It’s certainly a perk to being dragged to other countries every few months,” Arctus admitted with a smile. “Now if we could just get rid of the empire breathing down my neck the whole time I’m helping with healing, and it’d be perfect.” 

Arctus tossed the old shield the bottle and promptly flopped down in an arm chair. Even mentioning the empire reminded him of what a mess the last trip had been. He was thinking he could use a couple more bottles of that wine tonight. He pinched the bridge of his nose as a headache seemed on coming. 

“Terrible,” He sighed. “Even though these trips are meant to help with outbreaks and allow the only two healers in the world to train together, the Empire had their own plans. Luna was in Altissia the whole time, and their creepy little scientist Verstael was there instead. Fortunate for us my troupe of Glaives is always there to keep them overstepping.” 

#rp #replies #clarus tag #oldamicitia #prince arctus au #modern healer ardyn