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fatedreaming‌:

@noctiurn ♥’d for an event starter

♔┊ IT WAS A BIT LATER AT NIGHT THOUGH CORRIN found herself being unable to sleep, not too odd for her (it’s why she ended up napping so often) though she knew the bonfire was still burning brightly even in the night, people still hard at work to keep the fire warm and roaring … it was heartwarming to her. She still had a small blanket wrapped around her shoulders as she quietly strolled her way to one of the nearby areas, spotting a few others still awake in the later hours. A bit curious as to if they were working or simply couldn’t sleep similarly to her.

♔┊ AFTER A FEW MOMENTS OF WATCHING THE FIRE DANCE AND flicker she made her way to one of the benches, seeing it was already half occupied by another, So, of course, she would ask before sitting down, Perhaps he was saving the seat for someone else ? If not, she did enjoy company when around the fire … and she wanted to get to know everyone in this village, if they were all in the same boat then they could all be friends.

❛ You wouldn’t mind if I sit down with you, Would you ? ❜

It wasn’t too out of the ordinary that Noctis found himself awake during the late hours of the night. It had less to do with him being unable to sleep.. and more to do with the several micronaps he found himself taking throughout the day. Sleep when you’re tired. Even if you ended up being tired at five in the morning.

Watching the fire dance and flicker, but never go out, was an almost painful reminder of the time before Altissia — just him and the guys, sitting around a camp fire and laughing after a hard days hunt; nursing their bruises and wrapping up their cuts. Even with the weight of the world sitting on his shoulders, it was a simpler time.

He clasped his hands together and hoped the guys were alright.

A voice snapped him out of his thoughts, and he looked up to see a young woman with a blanket wrapped around her shoulders, kindly asking if she could sit next to him. He shrugged.

“ Nah, go ahead. “ he leaned forward and rested his forearms on his knees, staring ahead at the fire. After a moment, he uttered out, “ S’nice, isn’t it? “ and motioned a little towards the bonfire.

#fatedreaming #this was lovely! ♥#sorry for the delay!#irl kills the rper

wintresse‌:

*ﾟ❝WILL STRENGTHENED BY BURDENS ¦ @noctiurn.

Perhaps the situation could have been much worse, was she not given the weapon at her side. The hearth roared at the center of the Crystal Tavern where she sat, flames dancing off of the unstained steel of her blade. No matter how she examined it, her saber seemed to be in perfect condition — even more so than she had last recalled using it. How peculiar.

The wooden door chimed as another patron entered the establishment, for many were here tonight for the nourishment and warmth that the grand fireplace provided. A young man with ebony hair plopped down in seat neighboring hers, the longsword at his side rattled from the impact. Icy blue eyes studied the blade, which sported some sort of machinery just underneath the hilt. She has seen gears on a sword before from a certain huntsman, but nothing like this before.

Her curiosity about fellow swordsmen got the best of her, as she leaned forward to address the other. “Quite the formidable piece of weaponry you have there, I haven’t seen anything like its design. You must be a hunter as well.”

The weight of the Engine Blade at his side was a heavy one — metaphorically, physically, in every sense of the word. The blade itself was far from the heaviest weapon he’s used, but somehow, unable to dismiss it to it’s proper place in the Arsenal, it felt like it weighed a million pounds. It was... tiring. The warmth of the Crystal Tavern was a welcome one indeed. He’d only wandered in here after hearing it’s name uttered by the locals — The Crystal. A name that betrayed it’s humble exterior. Still — warm. A seat by the hearth where he could doze until someone chose to shoo him out of the building. Those were his plans, until a voice stole his attention.

“ Mm? “ Noctis’ attention turned towards the woman he had sat next to, his eyes following hers all the way down to the gears on the hilt of his sword. Yeah, Insomnian-made weaponry probably wasn’t too common here. “ Uh — “ He wasn’t a hunter here, hasn’t done much but doze lightly in the bunkers, but — yeah. Yeah. “ Y. Yeah, I am. “

#wintresse #hello im sorry i took so long!#irl stress kills the rper

@futureprayers

this place might of been pretty, if there weren’t people counting on him back home. it’s hard to enjoy the snow with the weight of their star sitting upon his shoulders; with the weight of the ring in his jacket pocket; the weight of the engine blade in his hands — unable to be dismissed back into the arsenal.

there’s a thought, not-so-fleeting, that maybe his ancestors have decided enough is enough and merely stripped him of the caelum magic. wouldn’t that be the cherry on top?

a bark breaks the serene picture the winter landscape was trying to paint. the dog that rushes up to him is familiar — umbra. even in the cold weather, he’s panting and wearing what might very well be a smile.

" Hey, boy.. " noctis knelt in front of umbra with the ghost of a smile and provided him with some overdue scratches behind the ear. " Been a while since I've seen you. “ the messenger barks and wags his tail, tapping his paws excitedly in the snow. “ What’re you doing.. “ but before he could finish his sentence, umbra turns and trots off towards someone else. noctis’ eyes follow the dog, trailing up and up until he sees just who he’s with.

" Luna.. " his voice, barely above a whisper, cracks under some unseen pressure.

#futureprayers #luna01 #Noctis Dissociates In The Snow #in front of his wife at that