#gameverse!noctis

[royalbratprince]

Your intended will not survive to see your wedding. She has known this since she was small.

Blindfolded and Listening meme | accepting but slow as always

His intended..?

--Luna.  “No, that’s--”  Lies.  Just lies.  She’d promised to support him, to help him.  The last time he’d seen her, she’d been pushing his wheelchair.  Right up until...  She couldn’t have known even then...

He wanted to rip the blindfold off and pin the speaker against the nearest wall with the biggest sword he had.  But there was no reason because they were full of shit, pure and simple.  “Not gonna happen.  We’re going to... be symbols of peace or whatever.  We’re going to make the best of things, and I--”

Silly.  Stupid.  Getting emotional just thinking about the completely unreal possibility of what this person was saying.  “We’re going to meet up as planned, and I’m going to get to see her again.”  It was good to write, it was.  Better than no communication at all, but... over all those years, Luna had sent only a few photographs.  One he remembered very well was from a slightly unflattering article in an imperial newspaper, which Ignis had dug up later.  She looked regal and powerful regardless, but... the picture he kept with him was a candid shot from years ago.  She was laughing and in the process of playfully running away from Umbra.  It was blurry and imperfect and the last evidence he had that she was able to really, fully smile.

He wasn’t going to get choked up.  And he wasn’t going to let this jerk tell him Luna was going to die that soon, that she’d known that since she was a child.  “This time she’s not going to be left behind.  She’s going to be safe, do you hear me?  Because there are places she always wanted to see, and I promised.”

That was the end of that, as far as he was concerned.  Even if he had an aching, awful feeling that maybe this voice wasn’t just trying to mess with him.

[royalbratprince]

[From here, because finally a reply!  ...Slowly, but hey.]

@loktonphoto​:

Prompto knew that he should’ve been more careful out on the battlefield as it seemed he was wounded badly, he clenched his teeth to brace the searing pain that raked his bruised body as he weakly looked at his best friend Noctis as the blond breathed slowly to conserve his strength as he replied.

“T-Thanks N-Noct and yeah, I s-should’ve been more careful…those monsters w-were tough…haaa….how are you f-faring…? Are Gladio and Iggy alright too…?”

He said, giving a weak smile as he was concerned more about his friends than his own well-being as the gunner had a big heart as he didn’t want his friends seriously hurt.

“Sorry.”  Noctis breathed out again, hating to be the cause of more pain, but he was aware that he had to know what Prompto’s injuries actually were.  So far so good in some ways, with no bones to reset and nothing wrenched too far out of place, but... he’d still got beaten up pretty badly, and there were claw marks.  Daemons were strong and vicious, they all knew that, but--

Seeing the results when they hadn’t been as ready as they should have been after they’d already fought off some seriously aggressive wildlife was another thing.  Okay, yeah, they were going to learn from this; always rest first and stay together.  When possible.  Which it... hadn’t been.

Noctis snorted at the questions when he was satisfied that curatives would do for the moment, reminding his friend, “You know, you’re the one injured here.”  Not that he didn’t understand and share the worry.  “They should be right behind us unless they had to find another route.  I’ll call them after I get you a couple of potions, okay?  Ready?”  He’d learned that tough injuries... sort of needed a warning before the potion.  Healing wasn’t always so pain-free at first.

[royalbratprince]

[From here, because... reasons?  I assume?]

@floweringeclipse​:

Even while keeping her head tilted down, it’s a struggle to maintain a casual face the second she notices Noct approaching her with that body and facial language. What now–

The remark is totally unexpected, and the lack of context only makes it even more hilarious– but she plays along, does her best to keep the laughter stifled in her throat, which she finds she has to clear a few time before managing to get her words out.

“Like what?” She makes sure to bring a hand up to cover her grin, as if secrets are being traded, trusts broken. Their voices are just above a murmur and the way they’re standing so close right now, Iris can see out of the corner of her eye that these details are enough to garner Gladio’s attention, even as he stands well away from them.

“Ohhh, you mean the…” here she gives the slightest of nod at her brother. “Yeah. Or maybe the other thing you mentioned…?” And then a slight cant of her head, gaze flitting now to Noct, her crimson gaze sparkling with amusement and curiosity over this sudden game. What’s this about?

The sweeping gesture of his hand is small, somehow subtle and indicating everything that is Gladio all at once.  “He’s got that thing, you know?”  Okay, maybe she does and maybe she doesn’t, and maybe it’s a whole lot of conversation someone shouldn’t be having with a guy’s sister, but at the same time he can’t be alone in noticing.  Or wondering.

“He could charm anyone if he really wanted to.  No effort at all.  He’s got that stupid sweet smile and he knows a little about everything and–  All I get is the drill sergeant.”  Okay, that’s not completely fair and accurate, but basically true.

And basically fair.  And almost accurate.  “I mean sometimes he forgets to be a hardass, but mostly I don’t even know how he deals with himself.”  Which is meant as a joke.  He’s joking.  But how’d Iris turn out to be such a sweet badass and her brother was just… him?

[royalbratprince]

[From here, because finally response-words.]

@triggerxhappy​:

Prompto shook his head. Of course, he meant what he had said, but he didn’t want Noctis to be mad at him for having voiced his thoughts. It was true that he felt like a BURDEN to the others; he was always scared that they would become hurt while protecting him because he wasn’t careful enough.

“I’m sorry, buddy… But I still think that I’m not strong enough. I’m so scared about you guys, all the time, because of me…”

He got it; or he thought he did.  Maybe he never really would, but that didn’t mean he wouldn’t try.  “Prompto…  There’s nothing to apologize for, okay?”

Not that Noctis had the first clue how to make his best friend see what he saw,  “Even if it’s… even if you don’t believe it, I need you to hear me say it.  Alright?  You’re not a burden.  We’re all getting used to working together out here, and I know you’ve got catching up to do, but–”  Ugh, why were words so difficult?  “You belong here.  I promise.”

[royalbratprince]

Angst Meme: 'shh, it’s okay. it was just a dream.'

Miscellaneous Angst Starters | accepting, but forever slow

The words didn’t register at first, just tinges of background noise in the dream as it faded.  He’d been thrashing, hadn’t he?  He’d been running and then thrashing and then--

Oh.  No, he’d been...

He should have yelled, maybe.  Screamed.  Made sounds of horror as everything fell away from him.  Insomnia, his apartment building, the Citadel, his father, his friends, the Regalia; Eos itself had opened up to swallow them one after the other shrieking with pain and fear and he couldn’t get there in time, running in slow motion, reaching and calling out with no sound...

Parts of the dream had followed.  And despite soft words and a touch to his shoulder, Noctis wondered if that was worse than the dream itself.  Maybe not nearly as bad as being unable to shake it all off, throwing an arm over his eyes as his breath hitched far more loudly than he wanted it to.

[royalbratprince]

[From here because... I finally got around to responding *cough*]

@totalxclarity​:

Ignis was about to complain - after all, he had been raised to remain at Noctis’ side as his advisor and brother figure and he could definitively not picture his life without him - but he also knew that Noctis was right. The advisor was RATIONAL; he knew it was true that his purpose at Noctis’ side was essential to the prince’s well being. But even if Noctis was right, Ignis would also never leave his side.

“Maybe. But I still want to remain at your side, as your advisor and brother, like I promised your father.”

Snorting quietly with an unreadable expression, Noctis looked away for a moment in thought.  He appreciated Ignis’ answer; not jumping to empty reassurances, not denying his point entirely.  He knew.  They both knew.  Ignis would not willingly walk away from him for any reason.

While that was a comfort in some ways, in others…  “I guess I just… wanted to make sure you’re here as my friend, too.”  He admitted quietly, making an effort to express himself with words.  “But it’s not like I doubt that.  I never doubted that.”

He didn’t even know exactly what he was saying, or what he meant.  He wanted Ignis to want to be there in one way or another, but…  “I’d never doubt you.  Just so you know.”

[royalbratprince]

[From here, because... it tugged a potential angst string.]

@scientiaxdaggers:

“I thought you said, and I quote, you could crash back at camp. If fishing gets you out of bed this easily, perhaps I should tempt you with fishing every morning.” Ignis chuckled as he walked over to stand beside Noctis, he really wasn’t expecting the prince to be fishing so late as bedtime always seemed to be his favourite time. Perhaps at the fish at Gladin Quay were worth the sleepy morning.

“I came here to enjoy the view, something about the ocean at night is rather calming despite the mysteriousness of it.” In all honesty, Ignis was rather restless for an unknown reason and couldn’t sleep; perhaps he sensed that the prince wasn’t near them or all the excitement from that day was still lingering, regardless the blond figured that the ocean’s waves and the beautiful view would help calm him down enough to sleep.

Snorting, Noctis gave his line a little tug before slowly reeling it back, glancing behind him.  “I got distracted by glowing barrelfish.  If you’re going to try and make this useful, then it’ll automatically lose its appeal.”  He warned dryly, trying to hide a grin with a turn of his head.

The truth was, he enjoyed Ignis’ company as always.  But he did wonder...  Taking a moment to tug at the line again, getting some fish to trail behind the lure but not yet bite, he eased into the subject as gently and nonchalantly as possible.  “It’s nice out here to just... think.  Work things out, you know?”  Another moment of silence, ignoring the temptation to look back and instead pulled the line in for another cast.  “You got stuff to work out, Specs?”

Not that he’d push, ever.  But it was his way of saying he was there, listening.  In case it was needed.

[royalbratprince]

“ i—-i can’t breath…! ”

Angst Starter Masterlist | accepting whenever, but slow as always

“Prompto–”  There was a distinct flutter in his voice, an uncertainty that he didn’t want to show through.  Not when they were in such a small space, a cave deep underground.  They’d been attacked by something, and while Noctis knew he hadn’t been hurt himself…

He couldn’t say the same about his friend.  He couldn’t say much of anything about Prompto, because whatever had attacked managed to knock them away from each other.  Noctis wound up slammed hard against stone, flashlight breaking with the impact, and Prompto–

He’d heard the blond fall.  Not… not far, but he’d heard the scramble and scrape and the shout going away from him quickly, the last bit of light available simply extinguished instantly with what had to have been the sound of… the blond’s body hitting some surface below.

They hadn’t had time to explore anything, let alone look around.  Ignis and Gladio were in another tunnel and it’d been stupid to split up, but he was so sure they could handle it.  That maybe Prompto would be calmer if it were just the two of them trying to find their way around.

How horribly wrong he’d been.  Taking a few breaths that he knew were way too quick, he tried again.  “Prompto.  Breathe.  Hang on, I’m–  Are you hurt?”

Was he hurt?  Suddenly there was an ache spreading over the dwindling adrenaline, his whole back feeling overheated and tender.  Fuck.  “I’m close.  I’m close, everything’s going to be okay.”  He believed that.  He really did.  He wasn’t able to hear whatever attacked them, but maybe it’d... gone elsewhere...

Maybe… the light of the Royal Arms spinning around him would be enough?  Might protect him with a leap, and as long as he had enough energy left.

Potions.  How many potions?  Ignis did inventory; he should have been paying attention--