antimundi:
It had felt like a rush, what ten years’ sleep could do to a man. What a life lost in one realm would begat here, that had seemed a dreamy construct spun far from its tracks. But here he was, consigned to die. Moments from death guised as a heroic sacrifice.
This was a suicide. It was simply too poetic to call it such.
But at the sight of Luna, two halves a whole warred within him. Noctis stared at the heavenly maid, the one who felt near and afar. How different it all was. While one lead him to death and righteousness, another wanted him dead by virtue of the hellion he’d become.
But, the stage had been set. This was the role he’d played meticulously in his dreams for years. With a straightened face does he gaze at her in disbelief, torn and perhaps resigned. Were this some reunion, he wondered if it would last, if Luna might be made flesh and blood.
“…Luna. Please tell me you’re here to stay. I just–it’s not fair. How you were taken,” he professed with furrowed brows, his compatriots flanking him and giving him odd looks (nevermind how two of them he’d happily throttle were it appropriate).
“Auctioned off like…something cheap. All for this.”
She looked at him with glossy eyes, she hadn’t felt this close to being human in such a long time, if only she could bring back the organic vessel that she once resided in so that she could be with him once more. She wished this more than anything else, but that body had failed her, and she could not be reborn just to see him die.
“10 years ago I said that I only had that one moment with you, but I can be with you again only for now. I wish I could stay, but you must fulfill your duty as the true King.”
She knew she couldn’t be with him much longer, but she tried not to think of the end of this moment, but only cherish his presence.
“Are you scared?” She could only ask, for she was afraid for him.
