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[ text; ] anyway i'm bleeding, like, really badly. no worries though i'm good

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[Text; Nyx] shit man how am i not supposed to worry if someone is bleeding!?[Text; Nyx] like where are you bleeding from??? 

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lucislegend

  hear me out folks…   Daemon Noctis

IM LISTENING >:)

           so we can take elements from the OMEN trailer of course, at first he has no idea what the fuck is going on. daemons keep following him, his actions don’t follow his thoughts.  people around him seemingly vanishing, noctis refusing to sleep because things just aren’t adding up. his own insomnia helps with that but when he does succumb he manages to wake up miles away. though that’s just the beginning of the turn. as days pass, the black ooze we see usually starts leaking from his eyes, under his fingernails and any open wound he has. it only seems to pour out faster as his emotional state worsens.  as we saw with Ravus, he’s suffering, his entire body is on fire and every slash he takes from the gang is only making him angrier.  we can put this onto Noct as well. because as we know he has a back issue due to the attack he sustained when he was a child. this is still a terrible problem for him, being pushed in the back in combat makes him stumble and even getting a massage in Galdin Quay causes him to have a panic.  so as his body flairs in pain, his back does so as well, 10 times what it usually would, allowing the daemonization to take an easier hold on him. to rid himself of the pain means to bend to its will.  of course we’re not just talking physical pain either.  having given into the darkness means he has given up his role as the King of Kings. the prophecy will never come true and its due to him feeling weak. he wasn’t strong enough to fight on his own. he’s never going to be the king his dad was, the strength he contains is minuscule in comparison to threats such as Ardyn and his army.    hes often found mumbling to himself , apologizing to ghosts that plague his mind daily. to his friends he drove off, to those which lives he took without knowing.  

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stares @ her pretty face

“Didn’t anyone teach you that staring is rude?” A jest, of course. The dragoon herself couldn’t pry her gaze off the glaive from the moment they met, so it was only right he was granted the same privilege. Quiet laughter left her throat, a smile forming on her face as it always did in Nyx’s presence. Aranea stepped towards him, leaning forward just the slightest to purr into his ear. “If you want a closer look, all you need to do is ask.” 

Gloved hands came to rest against his chest, her visage pulling away so green eyes could peer into his gorgeous pair of blue eyes. She remained in that position for a few moments, batting dark lashes in his direction before she closed the distance between them, pressing her lips against his own. 

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For you alone I will be weak.

[ DEATHLESS SENTENCE MEME ]

“…I’ll protect you with my life.”

Dainty hands cupped the hero’s cheeks, guiding his visage close to press their foreheads together. Nyx’s was damp with sweat, dark locks clinging to the skin on his nape. It wasn’t the first time he’d had a nightmare in her presence and certainly not the last. It was a gut-wrenching experience, to witness the man she’d sworn her love to, suffer a trauma she could never cure. His family, his friends, all victim to the greed of her homeland. His scarred heart was hers to cherish and yet she was powerless in comforting him. As a child, her father forbid her desire to follow his path - that of a war hero, a fighter. He warned her of its trauma before he himself lost his life to its hellish maw, and she only came to understand the impact of his words through her relationship with the glaive. Though Nyx was not a dead man, he carried the dead inside of him; their memories, their pain.

Aranea knew it was a heavy burden, one that crushed his soul and put the weight of the world on his shoulders, no different than self-imprisonment. If she could halve his sadness and share his troubles, she’d do so in a heartbeat. It spoke leagues of his trust in her that he’d told her of his past, reduced himself to a state of vulnerability which allowed him to bare his weaknesses. Green irises peered into his, never straying from his face while she spoke. “Whatever hurts you, whoever hurts you, I’ll chase it away. I’m never letting you go.” Crystalline buds formed at the corners of her eyes, brows furrowed when she lowered her arms, instead wrapping them around his shoulders. The dragoon’s embrace was suffocating, crushing his body against hers. Leaning forward, she dealt gentle nuzzles to his cheek, unable to halt the oncoming flow of tears.

“You’re not alone. I’m not going anywhere, I promise.” Aranea spoke in desperate whispers, fingers knitting into Nyx’s hair, clinging to him as if he’d turn to ashes and slip right through her grasp. If she could do little else but reassure him, she’d do her best, her fear of losing him to his personal battles apparent in her panicked tone. “Your anger, your sorrow, your regrets, I’ll take it all. You don’t have to bottle it up anymore. Confide in me.”

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@lucislegend continued from here

             "I DON'T CALL MYSELF A NOBODY TO BE DETRIMENTAL TO MYSELF." because in all honesty, the world did that enough to him as it was. fingers played with a stray thread on the hem of his clothes, and a soft hum escaped his lips, followed by a somewhat false and bitter chuckle. "YOUR LIGHT DIED, AND I'M FADING FURTHER AND FURTHER INTO THE DARKNESS EVERYDAY UNTIL SOON ENOUGH, NOTHING WILL REMAIN OF ME. NOT EVEN A MEMORY." biting the plush of his bottom lip, holding back those tears.                                                                                             "AND NO, IT'S NOT A METAPHOR!"

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@lucislegend >> Continued from here.

It had been a question that he had pondered for a long while before he finally asked the man. As the Prince, he heard the phrase on a regular basis and frankly, it irritated him. It was just so…fake. He’d much rather people be honest with him rather than tip toeing around him just because he was royalty.

“Oh, I haven’t ordered a beheading in–” he counted the days on his fingers, his expression serious. “–just over a week.”

Unable to remain solemn any longer, the Prince cracked a smile, which soon became a laugh as the man finished speaking. Noctis had always been down to earth, preferring to be addressed by his name rather than his title. It was clear he saw the funny side of the situation.

“Well, thank you for being honest, it’s actually quite refreshing. Word of advice though, don’t say that to my dad, I don’t think his heart could take it.”

A slight smirk played at his lips as he imagined the look on his father’s face. The King would be at a complete loss as what to do.