crown prince

AFFILIATED roleplay blog for NOCTIS LUCIS CAELUM of                 FFXV you can’t name a hero who was happy for long. their burdens aren’t meant for smiles, and their bodies aren’t granted gentleness. for war runs through their veins as much as love. - on heroes

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sunablaze:

      « ☀️ » : he’d nod his head, but it wouldn’t teeter his argument in any way. what a terribly drab fashion sense his home has! as a honest and humble prince, he will do what he can to help out any commoner in need. “where i am from, black embodies evil and negativity, sickness and bad fortune! usually elderly will wear black.” still holding his wrist, he leaned in close, examining his features, before pipping out, “gold would suit you! with such dark hair and all. gold is a color that symbolizes knowledge! it is a popular accent color in bengal. let us find you something nice!” normally his clothes were made for him, so actually being able to shop is exciting! 

     except he still doesn’t know where that is. he looked forward for a moment, as if it would suddenly strike him where the location was, but nothing. Letting go of his wrist, he trotted himself around him to loop an arm with his. “perhaps it is better if you lead the way!”

          noctis couldn’t find it in himself to be truly hurt or offended by the other’s remarks on his fashion.  he understood the difference in cultures could create a wide margin for misunderstandings, and stella city was filled to the brim with people from vastly different places.  more than anything, he was actually quite curious-- he’d rarely strayed from the black clothing that announced his station as prince.  it would be interesting to see what he looked like under the guidance of someone new.

          “gold, huh?”  as he spoke, instinctively, he drew back when the excitable stranger leaned in close, but it didn’t last long enough to cause any real discomfort.

          “yeah, okay.  let’s go.”  noctis was unbothered by the physical nature of the encounter, used to his own best friend being just as quick to grab at him.  he took only a moment to remember the layout of the city before setting off in the direction of the shopping center.  “hey, what’s your name, anyway?”

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undauntedallegiant:

“i should have known you wouldn’t take care of yourself,” he jokes. “of course, i’d be out of a job if you did.” normally, joking with noctis came easy, but not now. it felt forced and hollow, even as he tried to sound casual. 

and then the young prince is pressed against him, face buried in his shoulder, and ignis stops thinking for once. he holds noctis tight, as though to put a barrier between him and the world. 

a long moment passes, and then ignis speaks again, into noctis’ hair. “do you want to go home? we could have dinner and catch up.” and maybe he could get noctis to sleep peacefully. knowing the prince, he probably hasn’t had a restful night since he got here. 

          “hey! i took care of myself just fine, but somebody never taught me how to cook,” he replies with mock offense.  noctis moves out of the embrace, but remains close to ignis.  he looks the man over again, still taking in all the differences, all the things that had changed-- or rather, hadn’t yet changed.  he can’t figure out how it is that ignis doesn’t know that he was blind, or what else that means ignis has yet to experience.

          realizing he’d zoned out a bit, noctis shakes himself from his thoughts, offering an apologetic look to his adviser.  

          “that sounds great,” noctis says with a smile.  “um, wherever you’re living is probably better.  you know how bad i am at shopping.”  he doesn’t want ignis seeing the state of his room, truly.  he won’t be able to hide it for long, but he’ll put off that particular lecture as much as he can.

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♈♌ ♎♒

⦗ useless details ask meme ⦘

♈ a description of their home - apartment building or detached house? how many rooms are there? colours of their walls? any decorations?

he lives in a hotel room. it looks like a hotel room, caspian.

currently, he’s in the process of decorating his room at the hummingbird hotel.  he’s got a couple of photos on the walls, but otherwise not a whole lot going on.

♌ how do they drink their coffee/tea?

noctis doesn’t like coffee, but he drinks it anyway because it’s an Adult Thing™.  to get around the taste, he loads it up on sugar and creamer.  it’s probably only half coffee, half creamer, honestly.  he does enjoy tea-- especially black tea, with spices in it.  he’ll only add a little milk to it, and maybe some honey, if necessary.

♎ is their closet tidy or are the clothes just being thrown inside or lying on the floor?

he really tries his best to keep his closet clean, but only manages to make it look presentable for a few days after he cleans.  after that, it goes haywire, clothes lying on the shelves inside the closet more than hanging properly, though rarely on the floor.

♒ their cleaning routine - laundry/dishes/cleaning the rooms

ignis helped him to work out a schedule of cleaning when he moved into his own apartment.  he sets aside one day a week to at the very least do one chore-- picking up cumulative trash, doing the dishes-- and he does laundry consistently.  he doesn’t always have the time or energy to do a whole lot of cleaning, but he makes sure that his space is habitable.

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☆✪

⦗ useless details ask meme ⦘

☆ what is their phone’s background? 

a group shot of ignis, prompto, and gladiolus, taken (a little bit shakily) by noctis, using prompto’s camera. it’s a cute candid where none of them are looking at the camera, and they’re all laughing about something out of frame.

✪ their standard ringtone?

noctis doesn’t really bother changing his ringtone from the default one-- it’s easy to hear, and he’s gotten used to it.

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i know youve thought abt this a lot so ✯ what do their texts look like? do they use emojis often? what kind?

⦗ useless details ask meme ⦘

noctis actually prefers phone calls to texting, because he has enough trouble with detecting and expressing tone as it is.  to make up for that, he uses a ton of emoji when he texts, and he’s incredibly expressive in his typing style.  

he’s not a stickler for capitalization, but he does tend to stray away from abbreviations and text speak just out of habit (aside from prompto, the person he’s texted the most is ignis, who finds bad grammar ‘inappropriate’ for a king).

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Useless Details Ask Meme I

Send one of the following symbols to find out more about my muse!

Their phone:

★ what kind of phone do they have? ☆ what is their phone’s background? ✪ their standard ringtone? ❉ do they have any pictures on their phone? ✯ what do their texts look like? do they use emojis often? what kind? ✦ the first five names on their contacts list? ⍟ any games on their phone? what kind? how often do they play? ✹ five - ten songs on their iPod/phone?

Their home:

♈ a description of their home - apartment building or detached house? how many rooms are there? colours of their walls? any decorations? ♉ what are their neighbours like? their relationship to them? ♊ what kind of mail do they get (except for bills)? have they subscribed to any magazines/newspapers? ♋ do they read any newspapers/magazines? what kind? what topics are they interested in? do they flip forward to the cartoon page first? ♌ how do they drink their coffee/tea? ♍ any pictures on their walls? what kind/of who? ♎ is their closet tidy or are the clothes just being thrown inside or lying on the floor? ♒ their cleaning routine - laundry/dishes/cleaning the rooms

Digging deeper:

🌷 what do they have in their wallet? ꕥ what’s usually in their trouser/jacket pockets or purse? ☘ how many keys do they have? for what? do they have any key pendants? 🍀 what kind of jewellery are they wearing? what’s their favourite peace? 🌻 what do their bedsheets look like? colour? patterns? 🌹 what’s the colour of your muse’s underwear right now?

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Send 📱 for a late night text from my muse.

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yuriochkas:

       “Who gives what other people think? That thing’s badass!” And as one of the few people entitled to such a prize, he’d practically be the talk of the town! “So when are you gonna take it for a spin?” Because Yurio totally didn’t want hitch a ride. Nope.

          “ignis’ opinions matter to me, but you’re right.  it is pretty badass.  doesn’t hold a candle to my old car, though.”  noctis left out that perhaps ignis would have reason to be wary of his driving-- his track record perhaps wasn’t the best.  nevertheless, he grins at the blond.  “i could take it out right now.”

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send me ‘♡’ for a ship aesthetic of our muses.

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bunchofrpmemes:

      alternatively ‘ ♫ ’ for a friendship one.

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Platonic Affections Meme

Send me a ◇ for my muse to to play with your muse’s hair Send me a ♧ for our muses to cuddle Send me a ♤ for my muse to style yours, whether it be clothing, jewelry, makeup, etc is up to you Send me a ♡ for a platonic kiss between our muses Send me a □ for my muse to give yours a backrub Send me a ○ for another type of platonic affection that either the sender or receiver can specify Send me a ° for my muse to try and teach yours something they’re passionate about, a hobby perhaps Send me a ■ for my muse to read a story to yours Send me a • to share headphones with my muse Send me a ☆ to go on a mundane adventure with my muse, such as to get groceries or coffee etc Send me a ● to hold my muse’s hand Send me a ¤ for YOUR (The sender’s) muse to play with my muse’s hair Send me a ▪ to help my muse with a project, mission, something routine around the house, etc

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sunablaze:

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      « ☀️ » : he looked upon the other with a bottom lip jutted out, hands on hips. this man was in all black! “hey! why are you wearing such negative clothing? you look as if you are embodying an evil spirit! you should be wearing much brighter clothes! come, i will take you to find something more suited for the spirit of this city!” he grabbed the stranger’s wrist, taking a few steps before stopping in his spot. he glanced over his shoulder and canted his head, “um, do you know where we can find garments?” he’s brand new here, what is he doing.

          “huh?”  noctis had hardly registered the other’s presence at first, but he tuned into what they were saying just in time.  “an evil spirit?”  he spoke softly, more to himself than anything, a smile on his face and in his tone.  it’s funny, how others can perceive something so differently from it’s intent.  “it’s not negative, it’s the fashion where i’m from.”  his explanations were derailed as his wrist was used to tug him down the street, a bewildered tag-along to this very determined stranger. 

          “um, candyfloss center has clothes.”  he gestured down the street, hardly minding humoring this endeavor-- it’s not like he had anything better to do today, anyway.

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          “i won a car? oh, ignis is gonna be thrilled.”  noctis looks at the volksbaagen baatle parked in the lot of hummingbird hotel contemplatively.  “but i don’t really need a car and a scooter.”  maybe he’ll give it to someone else.

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recello:

           » ⌜📷⌟  Ah, arcades were a good place to blow off steam and the nostalgia ended up being a huge plus, though it just reminded him of how he…maybe he let his best friend down. A large part of him was sure he would eventually, but…not this way. He’d held out long enough to not die, even when he was taken for the second time, only to end up in this place with no clues as to why. True to his nature, he tried to hold spirits high and keep optimism alive as best as he could.

Games were made to keep the mind busy, keep his easily divided focus on something less serious, so he puts that attention there right up until he hears a very familiar voice. The game is immediately abandoned as he turns fast on his heels, nearly tripping over himself in the action. 

“Noct?!” A bright, and relieved, smile spreads across his face and he honestly couldn’t have been more happy to see him there. “You’re here! Took you long enough.” He lets out a short laugh, trying to joke about the situation to keep everything light.

          noctis watches, half smiling, as prompto moves.  he’s always been fond of the way his best friend seems to move faster than his body can keep up with.  

          “yeah, well.  you think this could be counted as fashionably late?”  he laughs, comforted by the other’s presence.  noctis, confined by his feelings of inadequacy, has never been terribly good with putting things to words-- but he especially knows that he’ll never be able to tell prompto just how much he means to the prince.  

          he lifts an arm and wraps it around prompto’s shoulders in a casual hug.  “i missed you.”

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undauntedallegiant:

ignis had seen- thought he’d seen noctis, and had fled towards him, a man on a mission. unrelenting fear and pain, and the cold dread that it wasn’t him choked every other thought from his mind. if it wasn’t noctis, if he was still alone here, it would be too much to bear. then the young man turned, and stepped out of whatever strange theme park he’d been in, and ignis knew. 

all the years of his life, he’d known noctis’ face, and pattern of breathing, and every tiny detail of his being better than ignis knew his own hands. he forced a smile onto his own face, assumed the quietly dignified posture the young king knew him for, and waited for noctis to come to him, never doubting. 

and then noctis spoke, and the world falls out from under ignis’ feet. there’s something there he wasn’t seeing, something didn’t know, and he’d rather die than ever hear noctis in that much pain again. 

the words click into place, and he reaches up to touch his own face. his eyes? what would be wrong with his eyes? he didn’t understand, but perhaps right now, understanding wasn’t important. he started talking automatically, words of comfort pouring out of him. anything to calm his king.

“noct, it’s alright. come here. i’m here.”

          he clenches his fists, relaxes them, and clenches again, watching ignis try and make sense of his words.  noctis realizes quickly what is happening-- ignis doesn’t know what he’s talking about.  it doesn’t make any sense, but noctis doesn’t care about that right now.  he can’t care about that right now.  all that matters is that ignis is here, and they’re okay.

          they’re all okay.

          noctis feels like he can breathe clearly for the first time, knowing that his friends are safe.  ignis beckons him closer, and the prince needs not even think about it.  he steps forward, wrapping his arms around ignis’ chest in a firm hug.  after all this, he certainly can admit how badly he needs affection like this, and he knows that ignis usually doesn’t mind it.  

          “hey, now i can stop eating such crappy food,” he says, tone lighthearted, muffled somewhat against the fabric covering ignis’ shoulder.  

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@undauntedallegiant

          only five more minutes to go.  noctis, with all the patience of a starving dog placed directly before a pile of steaks, stares at the clock as though it would move faster on his whims alone.  his foot taps an increasing staccato on the floor.  he’s grateful that no one seems to be interested in the ride behind him at the moment, because if anyone approaches the counter, there’s no guarantee that he will notice them.  he just wants to go home, collapse onto his bed, and sleep for the rest of the day.

          the last few minutes pass sluggishly, with the cold apathy that time has always treated those under its power.  as soon as his shift is over, by the second, noctis is clocking out and darting toward the exit to stella world.  there is nothing that can break him out of his determination to get home.  absolutely nothing.

          except, perhaps, that.  noctis stops dead as his eyes find a familiar face in the movement of people outside stella world.  he finds himself overcome with a powerful mixture of emotions-- somewhere between delight, relief, and regret-- that make him somewhat nauseous as he stands there, staring at ignis.  he wants to walk over, say something smooth, play it cool like gladiolus could.  in his dreams, maybe he could be that man.  in reality, however, noctis is caught up in the smile on ignis’ remarkably unscarred face, a sight almost beautiful enough to make him feel unworthy of it.

          “ignis!” the words are past his lips before he can stop himself.  “ignis, you’re okay.  you-- oh, astrals, your eyes!  they-- they’re-- you can see.”

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no more hiatus!  i’m back and setting off to work on my replies (+1 starter for a particular bespectacled advisor).  if you’d like to thread with noctis, let me know!

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@recello

          an arcade, despite being an irresponsible way to spend one’s time and money, is exactly what noctis is looking for currently.  he’d inquired after the pastimes of the locals at work earlier in the day, and upon hearing of owl finch arcade, the plan was set.  

          as he enters, noctis smiles at the familiar atmosphere that every arcade seems to be filled with.  even more familiar, however, is a tuft of blond hair in the back of the building, bent over one of the gaming machines.  noctis can’t contain his surprise, or his joy, as he darts over to his best friend.  “i can’t believe you’re here too!”