#nightarms

[sibylia-a-blog]

he wakes up shaking and sweating, the only thing telling him he's not dreaming is that luna's right next to him. it takes him a second before he finally speaks, and when he does, he whispers " i hate kenny crow ... "

     at first she was startled, he was clearly shaken by whatever he had just seen in his sleep.  slowly she sat up, still waking up from her own slumber.  her worries disappeared as she heard his whisper and a small smile appeared on her face. trying to muffle her laugh, she placed a hand on his back.

    “ kenny crow?  he is a mascot character, isn’t he?  why do you hate him? ”

[sibylia-a-blog]

“i don’t have a nervous system. i’m a nervous system.”

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        “ oh well, let’s do something relaxing then!  we could get tea or play a game perhaps?  you could show me how to play kings knight! ”

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he may not be prompto, but that doesn't mean he doesn't get carried away taking pictures of pryna and umbra with his phone.

     if this had been her ideal world, this sight would be a daily one.  it wouldn’t be in the middle of nowhere either, just in their courtyard as she wrote or read and watched them.  there wouldn’t be the worry of death or war or gods or prophecies… just the oracle and her king living out their days as they wished.  unfortunately, fate would not be in her favor and her dream was not to be.  but, despite their current situation, this almost seemed like a small paradise, a way to make up for the cruel fate that awaited them.  perhaps it wasn’t the quiet courtyard she had wished for, but there were other things she wished for: nice weather, umbra, pryna, and noctis all at once.

     looking over, she peeked at his phone screen.  

       " you know…it seems like they might like having their photo taken!  it almost looks like they are trying to show off, don’t you think? “

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now that she has a smartphone, he'll send her texts from his tent. ' hey ... jsyk ... ' ' i love you luna '

    a smile formed on her face as she noticed the screen light up.  it was still new, having something that made it so easy to communicate with others, but for the little bit of time she had it, she couldn't be more grateful.  to think it was so easy to speak to him now ( even if he was only a few feet away in another tent ) made her heart feel as light as a feather.

   his message was short, something it seemed like most text messages were, but it was still something that made her just as happy as his writings in the journal did.  such a short message yet it held such powerful words that she could almost hear him saying out loud.  

    TO: Noctis          [txt] I love you as well.          [txt] I hope you have a nice rest and sweet dreams.