#noctolepsy

[childrenoflucis]

@noctolepsy

It was later than he would have liked, having told his parents that he was out studying with his cousins that were happily glad to cover for the Crown Prince. Since Astrum wanted to get home sooner than later after his evening shift he didn’t bother changing out of his work uniform, and instead just swapped out his heels for something far more comfortable. 

For the most part, it seemed to be quiet, though the Prince still tiptoed in the halls, sighing in relief when he made it to his room without incident and gently closed the door behind him. Only to let out a startled shriek when he turned to see his father sitting in the chair apparently waiting for him return. 

“Why?!” Was the only thing he could think to say, blushing from the fact he was unfortunately still in his work uniform. Boy oh boy was he going to have a fun time explaining this one.

[luravitae]

@noctolepsy

It takes a moment to realize he’s nesting. 

Horror envelops his mind. The couch certainly isn’t the most ideal place to be carefully constructing left-out shirts and stray pillows and especially in Noct’s apartment. Quickly, he disassembles the pile before he can think about it further, ignoring the burning discomfort in his stomach, and wonders briefly if his suppressants aren’t quite acting as they usually do. They’re top-notch---his Uncle had made certain to get the best quality; as future advisor to the King, no one can know he has certain liabilities, least of all his nature to be as such---so it can’t be possible they’re failing after he’s taken one just this morning...

Still, he hopes he still seeps the scent of a Beta. Noct should be waking up soon enough. Perhaps he should busy himself with cooking breakfast---eggs and sausages and bacon, he thinks---at the very least, and pretend his stomach doesn’t twist and cramp at the lifelong lie he’s held.

[luravitae]

@noctolepsy from here

He would be idiotic to assume such a request is mainly for him, yet at the same time it would be likewise to think that it isn’t for him. Of course, it’s entirely possible Noct has... other friends who have birthdays around the same day as Ignis himself, it isn’t as if this month is entirely for Ignis.

Then again, the prince could simply have the desire for something sweet. It wouldn’t be unlike the man, after all. If that is the case, then Ignis will certainly accommodate him without question.

“Cupcakes are fairly easy,” he says, chuckling softly at the strange anxiety that seems to have overtaken the prince. Normally he’s lackadaisical in such requests, but perhaps this is something he needs to do in order to impress someone. Which is utterly flattering if it’s Ignis, of course, though he cannot entirely dismiss the idea it’s for someone else entirely.

He does so wish it is for him, though.

“Is there a special occasion coming up?” he asks, slightly teasingly as he turns to get out the ingredients, making sure Noct sees him. After all, he wouldn’t put it past the other to pass such an opportunity to gift another person. Noct is a good soul, after all. “Or perhaps your penchant for sweet things is acting up once more?”