another "NOCT" o u t ;

♔ ♚ semi-selective, independent roleplay blog for noctis lucis caelum of final fantasy xv written by elke.

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squall leonhart, ffviii

[aqesiros]

guys, I’m?? I was starting to make a blog for squall and I couldn’t think of a url so I jokingly put in “gunblade” and omfg. I got it?

[aqesiros]

@ofrhapsodos​ replied to your post:

<333 you’re doing great. like. seriously great.

e x h a l e s

thank you. thank youuu. you’re lovely. i can’t even dkjsada

[nyaawn]

Chocohug.

[aqesiros]

@ofbraver replied to your post:

ik you said you don’t need validation but i honestly think you’re doing well, and i can definitely relate seeing as i’m entirely new to the final fantasy/kingdom hearts rp community – it’s rly friendly tho and i’m getting the hang of things quite quickly ; even then i second guess myself, too. it happens to everyone i’m p sure uvu

for what it’s worth, you’re doing an awesome job yourself. your cloud is fantastic. ♥

thank you for replying. i mean that. it’s nice to be reminded you’re not alone.

[aqesiros]

Ooooohhhh, so there /is/ something in there. /Good/. Delight tugs at mouth's corners, tilts one's face to a more flirtatious angle. "Do we not?" Purrr, purrr, if just to see the boy's response to /this/, then. Tap, tap; and closer does one twirl to his source of entertainment. Eventually the façade falls and Gen laughs; once, good-natured. As good-natured as the light elbow to Noct's arm. "Genesis Rhapsodos, in case it has escaped your notice. How do you do~?"

For Noctis’ part, he manages to hold neutrality. Aside from the arch of his brow, his expression is forced impassivity while he observes the other’s twirl. Noctis is almost positive -- almost entirely so -- that this is still a joke. He’s not really being flirted with, is what he assumes. Probably.

It’s then that the introductions are given, and a small nudge to his arm has his attention briefly altered. (He resists the instinct to return the gesture as he would with his friends.) A soft amusement replaces his previous steeled expression.

Genesis is something else.

“Guess you know who I am,” and he means it as a question. “Call me Noctis.”

[aqesiros]

one of the worst things about being new in a community (that is the complete opposite) is finding your voice, your confidence, and your place with the character you’ve chosen. i know this, and yet i still second guess myself constantly. i’m having a great time and overall, everyone’s been friendly, so maybe it’s just my illness getting me discombobulated, but i worry about how i’m doing. i highly doubt there are droves of people judging me because that’s just ridiculous. i’m just doing that social anxiety thing i do sometimes.

i don’t need validation. if you read this, please don’t think it’s me crying out for a compliment or anything; i just really needed to air out this feeling so i can move past it.

in any case, thank you for being here with me on this journey. it’s new. it’s exciting. it’s a little overwhelming? but hey, i’ll make it.

i appreciate you.

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Independent & Selective RP blog for Cloud Strife of Final Fantasy VII. Written by Ven/Morven ( • ︿ • ) ! Art Credit | X |

[aqesiros]

Alas. Is the boy already done playing? And he was so enchanting, all doe-eyed and unnecessarily concerned with his appearance. "Do I need a reason?" Another series of steps, swift and fluid as they trace a circle 'round Noctis. Just can't hold still, energized by playful appetite. "You are an easy target." Genesis comes to a halt before this prince, smile unreadable and gaze hooded. "Will you not engage me?" It is harmless fun, certainly. If one doesn't take their pride too seriously.

An easy target. Noctis clicks his tongue, casting his gaze elsewhere to avoid exposing his emotions too vividly -- more so, rather, than he already has.

It is harmless, truly it is, but he feels as if he’s directly in the spotlight; as if he’s being made fun of for reasons unknown. Would he engage? He sighs, benign, and drops his arms back to his sides.

Well, “don’t think we know each other that well.”

[aqesiros]

  “I’ll be there soon.”      “Noct, you ne - “

Without warning, his phone powers down and the surrounding world does, too.

Shadows blanket the scenery. Overhead, clouds an ominous deep gray appear in abrupt formation. It’s an electrical surge that has his hairs standing on end and his phone screen a bright white -- its the crack of thunder that has him jolt. Lightning gathers at angles he’s never witnessed and spark in exaggerated flourish. Their spiderweb gathering and jagged edges draw his attention as he shields his face from the sudden gust of wind.

       Reality is a pop of all sound and then none.

Something hits the ground, although he strangely doesn’t see it fall. On impact, dust kicks into the air. Noctis hesitates. It’s his curiosity which pulls him closer, gathers him in, and as he moves, the clouds above vanish.

Vanish entirely.

He swats at the dirt to no avail, yet still he sees the outline of what appears to be a human. Closer, he realizes he’s seeing a woman and reality sets in. He panics. “Shit.” She must be hurt, and with a surge of haste, he moves to her side.

“Hey! You alright?” His hand touches her shoulder in an effort to rouse a response. “Come on...”

No, what he’s seeing are wings. Ivory, situated along her back against the blue of her duster. An angel? His lips fall open.

       @rxbelliousangel

[aqesiros]

There are few things in this life Noctis requires beyond the obvious constraints of his own humanity, one of which being quiet. For this reason, he had slipped outside of the castle in an effort to escape -- a feat that, while simple, was typically frowned upon when noticed -- and had made his way through the trees beyond the rear to a break where he could quite literally break.

As the grass trickles into a field, his footfalls grow slower.

There’s someone there.

He pauses by the edge. Here, he can see clearly a young man he doesn’t recognize, and as his initial surprise dwindles, he realizes that this is a public location. (No one had ever been there in his prior visits yet that hardly would negate the possibility.) It’s then he considers finding another spot to collect himself, although he’s curious about this boy.

He’s dressed so oddly...

     @cardgamez

[aqesiros]

"Ah!" A cry - hand a swooning gesture to one's forehead ere it traces through copper locks. "The arrogance of the capable man." Nimble steps dance around the younger as Genesis drops nearly all pretense ( teeth a wicked gleam betwixt his lips, the latter warmed by fondness ). "Assume that I do not," Regardless of blatant evidence to the contrary. "- and do me this kindness, your Highness. So - one foot before the other?" The return of an innocence becoming of him, one that is still utterly fake.

The way he’s circled with grace, a grin shot in his direction, Noctis can feel the oncoming slither of heat advancing along his spine. He’s offended now, yet still he harbors that asphyxiating embarrassment at being so unduly teased. He assumes now that his walk is far less elegant and this, for whatever reason, is a way to draw attention to his awkward lumbering.

-- or he’s being too sensitive.

For Noctis’ part, he stares. His brows furrow beneath his unruly bangs to give a skeptical, albeit mild, glare. It takes a pause before he ultimately puffs out a sigh and folds his arms across his chest. “What’s this about?”

[aqesiros]

@ofrhapsodos

rip noctis

[aqesiros]

Eyes gone wide under copper's perfect arch - "Really?" Quieter, a murmur just loud enough to be heard, "Majestic..." Barely there is the quirk to full lips, but blues soon trade their innocence for an obvious mischief. "Think you could teach me?" And for all that words sound earnest, they are easily belied by one's smirk.

Majestic...Yup, I know.

The exchange happens only in his head.

He can feel a glimmer of embarrassment beneath his own perplexity. Should he be offended? The curl of this guy’s lips speak volumes for his jest and -- wow, Noctis has no idea how to handle himself in this situation. He feels strongly that he’s being teased, although he isn’t sure why.

-- and before he can stop himself, he blurts a sarcastic, “Guess if you don’t know how.”

[aqesiros]

“How do you do that thing when you walk?" What thing? Oh, who knows ; but it is a solid excuse to engage the little youngling.

The prince’s silence is interrupted by a confused, “uh.” It’s not a question he’s positive he understands. “Put…one foot…in front of the other?”

[aqesiros]

Letter after letter.

Pictures exchanged at a distance, guarded by derisive world leaders at war -- Luna for so long was a friend at an unreachable distance. Now, standing before her, Noctis could only wonder if this were real.

His lips parted, words evading every attempt to speak, but he smiled. Within his chest he felt a joyous rattle that threatened eruption purely at the sight of her; purely at the sight of someone dear he’d missed for years. And finally, oh so quietly, he said, “hey.” His chin tucked down in a rush of shy energy, yet his eager desire to speak surmounted until he dropped his gaze to the floor and took in a long, soft inhale.

His nerves threatened to obliterate the teetering social skills he possessed.

“It’s...been a while.”

     @oracullua

[aqesiros]

He’d thought... He’d thought he’d seen a rocket.

The expansive evening sky lit up not only from twinkling of stars but by the spark of -- wait, was that fire?

Noctis stood on the stairs leading to the castle and squinted toward the moonlight, seeking what he had assumed was his imagination. It wasn’t his fleet -- no, not Lucian military at all -- and that meant it had to have been an illusion. Nothing could penetrate the “wall” over Insomnia; no foreign crafts could enter without clearance and, to his knowledge, there should not have been any alien ships in the sky, and certainly not at this time of night while the king (presumably) slept peacefully.

    Unless he was mistaken?

“Man...must be losin’ it.”

             @valourheart​