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can you draw noctis kicking ardyn please

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holds his hand,

The gesture is--- unexpected, to say the least. So much so, in fact, that Prompto nearly JUMPS at the touch. It jerks his attention from whatever daytime fantasy floats idly through his mind, and for a careful moment his cerulean gaze shifts between Noctis and their interwoven fingers.

Something indiscernible decorates the prince’s face--- something akin to shyness, but so desperately REPRESSED that it furrows his brow and crinkles his nose. It’s almost cute--- actually, it is cute, but Prompto keeps his lips sealed, lest the prince find reason to pull his LIFELINE away.

He settles for a smile, and offers the hand a gentle squeeze.

“ GOOD IDEA, Noct, ” is his attempt at colloquialism, but there’s no hiding the color in his cheeks. “ Now we won’t get lost! ”

#☆. ' YOU'VE GOT MAIL ♪ ( ᴀɴsᴡᴇʀᴇᴅ )#oh no! my promptis! ( bends over seductively to pick up my promptis )#( star t s fuckign crying in the process )#caelitis

‘ WELL if it ain’t my best pal outside the city ! ‘ A WOLF’S GRIN IT IS : bright and crooked . there’s a hand that hits the curve of noct’s shoulder playfully . as if stone search after search has led them right to this moment . ‘ you , uh , you’ve been t’ lestallum, right ? ‘

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#caelitis #( stop him )#( hmu if u want a different thing! )#⊰ GALDIN QUEUE ┋ ᑫᵘᵉᵘᵉ⋅ ⊱

Oh man, I’m so sad my dad’s dead.

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“That’s rough, buddy. I’m sad too. But I can’t take you seriously with that Sombrero on.”

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“Rise and shine, we’re burning daylight.” Gladio nudged the prince lightly at first, then with more urgency. With the days getting shorter and shorter, it seemed Gladio’s nerves were getting more and more frayed.

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❛ noct , your shirt . ❜ he reaches out quick a hand on the other’s shoulder to pull him to a stop . quick glance brings about disappointment . a stern look over the edge of glasses as head tips just so . ❛ did you forget to mend it ? ❜ again ?

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#caelitis #❛ CAELITIS : 01.#( i will never let this be lived down )#( real talk tho lemme know if u want smth else ??? )

“The things I say just might matter to someone.”

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“ Well yeah… C’mon, Noct ! You’re like… an icon. Prince Noctis !

‘Course people care about what you say. ”

JEALOUSY intermingles with voices lost to the remnants of fear, it treads in the solidarity of both rejection & of recognition. He pushes it back from whence it came, born of a cold heart, raised of merciless men. It is he, & yet it is not. It is some other being that dwells beneath the surface of light & life. It is the death he holds captive beneath an ever-beating heart. He teases with slight jest that threads between the bitterness that whispers to him ‘ he will never understand you. they will never understand. ‘ & there is a loneliness. It wants to accept Prince Noctis & yet it fears him all the same.

He yearns to provide support, to breathe comfort through the teeth that bite back his tongue in every moment of self detection. To offer a hand, it is him, a role born of a boy who’s known nothing but the tides of fear & solitude. He would offer this hand, to any, no, to those who matter to him. Still, he cannot fight off the daemon that dwells within his mind, the corruption that would offer it’s tinge of spite beneath a reassuring gesture. Wouldn’t he love to be the boy of perfect ascension, the boy who raise others as if no one has raised himself? Of course, of course. To wish, to desire, to fulfill his duties in keeping others grounded as he sacrifices every ounce of light to give; he will run out & he would break & he would make sure that no one is there to find him. For that is not who he is.

Jealousy would claw at his insides as he fights it back, as a war wages within him – who he is versus what they’ve made him. Those monsters who’ve provided nothing but trouble amidst his childhood, the very beacon of darkness & reminders of where he comes from. In dreams, they appear to remind him: do not get carried away in your ventures. & yet, he disobeys them, for he is free of their grasp ( he’d wish ) & he’s grown tired of their constant association with his thoughts.

Despite his struggles, he knows this one thing: he is human. Humans who feeds on negativity & wishes not granted to be something they are not. He’s never understood, for he craves the attention, the acknowledgement & material that comes with Noct’s past & yet he knows, his dearest friend would give anything to act as though this piece of him has been disconnected.

What a way of life in which no one can find their belonging.

#caelitis #❛ rays against the dreary skyˏ he reaches ground & provides star's light. // in.#❛ such is not your strong suit yet you call to those who answer. // asks.#❛ tainted with darknessˏ you fight for light's redemption. // verse 01.#[ I DID MY BEST TO PORTRAY HOW LI K E #prompto really really wants to be there for noct and he doesn't realize that he might come off as being a bit jealous #which he can be sometimes as much as he'd never admit to that bc he doesn't want noct to take any blame or feel bad #but also at the same time he's like #lmfao duh what you say matters... do u even kno what it's like to have what u say NOT matter bc that's my life buddy #but he's fighting that part of him off bc that's rude and insensitive and he shouldn't think like that int he first place???#noct is his best bro his bff and he trusts him w his fuckin life so he's like @SELF WHY THE fu ck ]#[ how the fuck am i gonna go from tow mater to this shit i hate -- ]

‘ i’m happy you exist. ’

AFFECTION SUGGESTION || accepting

WARM WORDS surround him like a blanket. So rarely does the prince indulge in his gentler side, save for soft exchanges in the dark. Breathy murmurs BURIED ‘neath a nameless motel’s worn sheets, where they curl like kids once more. Prompto can just barely discern the part in the other’s lips in the blackness, but he is SURE the voice is Noctis’s. ( And he is SURE that his own glowing cheeks must illuminate their makeshift fort ).

He fumbles for a moment, bare fingers clambering for some semblance of NOCTIS, which he finds in the mess of the other’s hair. He is grinning like a fool when he tucks raven fringe aside and replies,

“ Right back at’cha, buddy. ”

#☆. ' YOU'VE GOT MAIL ♪ ( ᴀɴsᴡᴇʀᴇᴅ )#churns butter very quickl y #caelitis