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INBOX ANSWERS. @ilcmilo. | “I could just let you forge my handwritimg for my homework but then I'd get to the test and bomb it."
“precisely. so you do remember our little conversation about cheating,” the corner of his lip quirks into a half-smile at Noctis’ comment. “however, I will be perfectly happy to help if you are struggling,” he offers. but Sherlock suspected the prince was simply bored of it.
@ilcmilo : ' i don't like people anymore, noct. ' from iris.
Her words earn from the Prince a short, sweet laugh, head turned towards her && hand placed on her shoulder; both to comfort && for what follows ━ a light shove, friendly, not aggressive.
“Yeah, me too.” He replies, then sighs. “What’s up, kiddo?”
Answered Asks: @ilcmilo sent in 💋
{{Kissing meme. 3 left}}
Prompto was always a nervous individual when it came to his darling Prince. He only wanted to keep him happy. Swallowing back a lump in his throat, he leaned over the console of the Regelia and gave Noctis the most gentle kiss possible. His cheeks flushed, the freckles standing out more than ever. "So whaddya say about that Noct?" He asked gently, planting himself back into the passenger side seat.
INBOX ANSWERS. @ilcmilo. | “ you make me want to live. ” to iggy from noct meme.
he's lost in the middle of a t-shirt at the precise moment when Noctis decides to speak, and struggles for just a moment to find the neckhole. nope, that's one of the arms. ah, there it is. poking his arms in their respective slots, he ruffles his hair out of his face and looks over at Noctis, glasses knocked askew from the shirt. “do I?” he asks innocently as he smiles over at Noctis, still laying in bed and just... watching him? “well, that’s quite an honor.” he walks over and supports himself with his arms as he leans down to give Noctis a kiss.
meeting his gaze, he’s still smiling. “too bad I don't make you want to go to your father's boring meetings.” he chuckles and straightens back up, straightening his glasses so he can find his comb
🍆🍆🍆 from Nocto
is it illegal to have nudes from the royal prince of lucis displayed brightly on your phone screen? because if so, prompto is fucked over about ten ways from sunday because he cannot tear his eyes away from the very deliberate nude that noctis has sent him. he’s always known noctis to be good - looking, every magazine in insomnia doted on it. but this was a whole new side to noctis. it almost felt like something prompto wasn’t supposed to see. but here it was.
[ sms: prince charmless ] ur gonna get me in trouble with the law noct
' i'm sorry my kind is so horrible. ' from noctis.
“Humans?”
The android leader paused, “I doubt it’s fair to judge an entire species of people by select groups or individuals.”
Yes, some humans were horrible. Many. But there were equally as many who were not.
INBOX ANSWERS. @ilcmilo . | “ all you wanna do is ignore me . ” from noct to iggy (oops) meme.
he’s rushing, trying to get everything together that he needs, trying to make sure that Noctis has all he needs for the day. it’s going to be busy, packed with back-to-back meetings. he hated them. collecting his briefcase and an extra can of Ebony, he’s slipping on his shoes when the words hit his ears. shock stops him in his tracks, sending a cold chill straight down his spine as Ignis spins around to stare at Noctis incredulously.
his jaw drops, his brow knits together in pained confusion. where had this come from all of a sudden? “how can you say that?” he asks, his mask faltering for a moment as he tries to wrack his brain, trying to think what he might have done. “you mean these meetings? you know I’d rather not go if I had any choice in the matter,” he expresses, although he’s not sure if Noctis believes him. glancing at his watch, his feels his anxiety increase. “when I’m done, the remainder of my day is yours, okay? we'll do whatever you want tonight.”
@ilcmilo [ IRIS & GLADIO ] "You're the most talented between the two of us."
“That’s not true.” Gladio frowns, the indent in his forehead creasing. He’s still slightly baby-faced at 19 (though certainly not baby-bodied), on a weekend break from college deeper into the capital. It doesn’t really matter. The city is huge, of course, but his noble birth and his love of Iris keeps him here. Who needs dorm life and a normal University experience when you have a family reputation and a baby sister to protect?
(Besides. He feels bad enough having taken a gap year away from everything just to discover himself outside the city. His Father understood---said his Mother was a hunter before she joined the Glaive---but Gladio still wished he had fought a little harder for him to stay. Even when his Father supports them---Gladio still feels like he’s letting him down, forever the disappointment. Even neutrality begets ideas of failing to measure up---or just plain failure.)
“You sew those adorable little plushies. And you bake. You’re the best baker in the world. And you are the best person I have ever met at organizing toys. You were so good at ballet. And tap dancing. Remember when we would play Teacher together? You were so good at that. Better than some of my current Professors, honestly. They do not meet Amicitia standards of training and education...” Realizing he’s getting off track, he returns to complimenting his sister.
“You’re so good at Animal Crossing. You’re friendly and everyone you’ve ever met loves you, and if they don’t, tell me, right now, and I’ll make them love you.” His tone briefly slips from goofy, overaffectionate brother, to threatening, but he eases back into a tired smile. “You make Dad smile more than anyone I’ve ever met. Which we both know is pretty much fucking impossible.”
“You’re perfect, Iris. Best little sister ever. Just because you're not as good at Ancient Latin or weapon maintenance doesn’t mean you’re not talented, intelligent, funny, charming, and cute as a goddamn button. You’re the best person in the world at being you. And you are...”
He holds out his hand for Iris to finish that statement, but finishes it for her. “My favorite person ever. Okay?”
