happy birthday, my son. let's go fishing. :) <3
ㅤㅤPERCHED FROM THE CLUTCH OF COMFORT HIS BED PROVIDES, it's prince startles at the motion of his quarters' heavy doors pushing open to reveal their queen. they house him now in fondness, knowing well that quainter ( but still royally befitting ) accommodations blot his horizon in the coming months. his seventeenth birthday rounds the corner, and with it, the new independence of adolescence .
noctis rights himself and lowers his phone, the barrage of messages from one blond sender going unchecked in favor of his mother's presence occupying the room. his planned mundanity of another day spent on his couch dialed into his console before tonight's gala are washed away with each gentle syllable of her breath, piquing an interest so rarely indulged these days .
" yeah ? " comes the reply, formality long forgotten when looking into the gaze so gently mirroring his own two eyes. the smile that widens across the berth of his lips threatens on blinding, rarity in intensity but worthy of its recipient — for its her who he shares it with. mother and son exchange glances that stagnate the grandeur of the room, shifting tension tight enough that with one move it's snapped, and rivers of contention spread through the hall like floodwater .
" been dying to try out the new lure dad got me. think today's the day i try my luck with it . "
noctis day!!!!! @umbrites