’ slam poetry starters ’ | @tacticalgunner “ i learned to lie out of love. ”
—— out of love ? weird thing to say. noctis isn’t sure what prompted it, but is willing to hear the guy out. after all, he sure looks like he could use some hearing out. part of him recognises that, perhaps, such a thing hits a little close to home … after all, his own father had sent him away, all the while KNOWING that the treaty was … ( urk, c’mon … ) awkwardly scuffing his boots against the dirt, he lifts a hand to the back of his neck.
“ you, uh … sure it was the right thing to do ? ”
was it the right thing to do? maybe not, but it sure made everyone feel better knowing things that they ought to not so early in the game. maybe it was the sense of dread and idea of tension that gave him the power to actually lie and look like he meant it. typically, that’s not a thing that happens as he doesn’t have a single lying bone in him ...
“ Well, “ laguna almost tramples over his own words, slamming hard on the personal story breaks. “ I don’t really know, y’know? Is it a bad thing to lie? Sure it is, but sometimes you just gotta. “ and gotta he did, although not with malicious intent. “ Just like telling your friend that he looks great after a big crying sesh, yeah? You’re not gonna tell the guy -- or gal -- that they look bad, right? “