IC INBOX - PHANRIFT

[founderinglight]

one for sorrow, two for mirth
three for marriage, four for birth
five for the truth and six for lying
seven for sickness, eight for dying
nine for silver, ten for gold
eleven for a secret that shall never be told
twelve for the moon, thirteen for the sky
fourteen for the accursed unable to die
and fifteen for my heart's last desire
a new day's dawn, reborn in fire



Izunia Lucis Caelum
Keystone Station Room #11
Network @elevencrows

Comments

[photoshooter]

um

good luck??

have fun and be yourself????

[founderinglight]

I think I have not been this much myself for a very long time.

Unfortunately for his jaw.

[photoshooter]

uh lol pics or it didn't happen

[Prompto has no idea what's going on, time for jokes?? Time for jokes.]

[founderinglight]

[Several hours later there is, in fact, a photo of Ardyn sprawled out in the sand on the beach, sitting in Prompto's inbox. His eyes are wide and he's rubbing his jaw, looking up at the camera like 'what the fuck just happened.'

From the way the photo is at a somewhat crazy angle, it's clear that Izunia just whipped it out only long enough to get the snap.]

[photoshooter]

wtf the f is going on??? I WAS KIDDING

[founderinglight]

Well, I wasn't.

Lunch if you want to talk? I'm making deer chili.