#royalbratprince

[novuscaelum]

Cont. || @royalbratprince

Do? What was he going to do? He was going to stay home for a day or two that's what he was going to do about the situation but maybe it'd be a better idea to brainstorm a little so he'd at least have a backup plan in place. "I was gonna throw mud on her and tell her to get lost..." Novus began as he slowly came out of hiding. Though that wouldn't be very princely of him now, would it? That was a hard nope.

"She left me a letter, Dad. She said that I'm the cutest boy in school and that she wants to marry me and mushy stuff like that. Some of the other guys in class started teasing me too saying that we're already a couple. I don't know what I'm gonna do." By this point, Novus rolled over staring at the ceiling as he lay on his back. "If I write her a letter back she'll probably think I like her and junk." Novus paused for a brief moment, his eyes dart toward his father. "Does ignoring girls work? Mom says you ignore things sometimes when you're working on stuff."

[queen-of-disney-castle]

@royalbratprince

"It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Your Highness."

[ardynzunia]

Nightmares

@royalbratprince  from here "No."

It was a promise.  From Bahamut himself, it was a promise.  He only needed to do one thing, just one, and live to see the world he was to save.  One more thing, one last act, but he wasn't told what.  just sent out with a sword in his hand, familiar and unfamiliar in steps, and that no one could go with him.  Something he had to do alone.

He didn't know what he'd been expecting.  Not this.

Everyone... everyone has suffered.  And for ten long years to everyone else, barely the space of a dream to him, they've lived in darkness.  Waiting.  Waiting for their designated savior to return.  Waiting on the sacrifice of years and sunlight and so many friends and family and things familiar...  The entire world had been waiting.

"No!  Do you hear me?  I won't do it!"  Noctis' voice broke with that scream, Ardyn looking right back at him.  Terrified and tired and--

"You can't ask this of me!  Or anyone!  You can't--"

There was no echo, no answer.  No response.

Noctis could hear his own breath, his own heartbeat in his ears.  He felt the weight of expectation.

Who else knew?  Did anyone?

"I won't do this!"

There was no jolt awake, no blissful realization that it was just a dream.

There was no waking up.

The last thing he remembered was his brother being pulled into a crystal. Hearing a scream from the others, not sure if it was for their king or for him. When he woke up, it was in an abyss, no light, trapped up to his waist in ooze. 

He called for what felt like hours, his voice going hoarse from the effort. Eventually a figure came approaching in the darkness. His brother! He smiled at first, only to see that while Ardyn hadn’t aged, his brother looked at least a decade older. He looked desperate and hopeless, and he was holding a sword. Ardyn frowned. Had he been sent to kill him? But Noctis didn’t want to, and Ardyn didn’t want to die. He struggled out of the muck he was trapped in, running to his brother with no thought of the weapon. Just a tight hug as he buried his head into the chosen king’s chest. 

“Let’s just go home, you don’t have to do anything!” He insisted, “We’ll figure it out right? Like family! Lets just find everyone else, Please Noct.” 

Tears fell down his cheek as he held on tight. Not looking at his brother, just hoping they could leave. To pretend this place didn’t exist. Things had to be better if they decided to be a team, right?

[leorugiet]

@royalbratprince liked for a small starter

"Your highness..." Cor carefully puts his hand to Noctis's face when he speaks, hoping to rouse the man. "I'm going to bandage you. Please stay still." Cor had ripped a large segment of his jacket apart, and held it to a fresh wound on Noctis's body. "... Your highness, do you remember what happened?"

[sylleblosscm]

@royalbratprince​:

"Who said you’re not important?" ((An attempt was made, I have made an attempt.))

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Do Wee Oo

It is the very response she has come to expect from Noctis, yet still it throws her off-guard. While it is not exactly what she said, she still finds herself floundering most ungracefully for a response. 

 ❝I--no, it is...I simply mean that the needs of the many outweight the needs of but one. I have always known that to be this world’s Oracle is to sacrifice oneself. If not my life, then my heart and soul. It may not be my choice, but it is my honour nevertheless.❞

 Luna clasps her hands before her as if in prayer, but there is nobody to pray to on this. It is merely how she was born to be. ❝I promised you once that I would not allow your destiny to go unfulfilled. That I would ensure the path to your fate would be as inarduous as I can make it. I do not intend to go back on my word.❞

[triggerxhappy]

@royalbratprince​ said: He really didn't like talking about the accident, about where his scarred back came from and... what happened before. He didn't want to lie and he didn't want to dismiss the curiosity, but it was still a thing for him. "Long story short,  it was a bad time." EVERYTHING HAS CHANGED | ACCEPTING

Prompto nodded, letting sadness cross his features. Of course, he wished his best friend would open himself to him more sometimes, but he understood and couldn’t force things. He would just gladly open himself, if Noctis ever ended up deciding to talk about it.

“Alright. I understand.” He replied, letting a brief smirk cross his features. “Just... don’t forget I’m here to listen if you ever want to talk, about anything.” 

[intxlligibility]

@royalbratprince​ said  "No, no, no, you’re going to scare the ghosts away."  ((Greetings! This jumped out at me... for some reason.)) | His highness. | Meme accepting. 

One blink. Twice. He stares at the prince in a silence that lasts for another short second, then frowns. Brows quirking into a look of near disbelief, yet he does not cease from lighting up the torch which illuminates a small portion of the area. Speaking from experience, darkness meant trouble. Not so much the ‘ ghosts ‘ but rather the daemons that so happened to dwell in the dark. 

“Is that not the whole point? If a red giant were to rise, I feel ghosts would be far from the mind. Besides, it’s superstition. This place is not haunted” 

Always the logical voice. Perhaps even one to put a damper on fun, but Ignis prefers caution over recklessness, and to seek out protentional danger like this... it simply does not sit well with him. 

And on that note-- hauntings? Not very likely. 

[themageofmany]

(Hi! I wrote this to feel pain!) @royalbratprince

(elements of body horror, I suppose? I’ll put it in a read more.)

Floating in the endless nothing, trying not to think about whether or not he even had a body anymore, and if not then why did his chest hurt and his skin burn and his heart ache–

Well… well.  They were at the end.  Over the precipice and there could be rest.  Completion.

But he didn’t want to… he didn’t want it to be a fight anymore.

Noctis drew nearer with a thought, tired but smiling, sword in hand and arms open.  If this was the fate of both of them, then…  “Come on.  I’m not going to let you be alone for this.”

There was nothingness, and it felt so right and comforting. It was warm, looking at Noctis brought a smile to her face. This was her end and she was ready for it.

Skylar reached forward for him before stalling, brow furrowed. Her thoughts were becoming...disjointed. She tried to shake her head free of them, to think clearly and to go ahead. But her thoughts started racing, jumping from thing to thing, half-formed and cloudy. It didn’t feel like peace.

Though Noctis and Skylar could best be described in their current states as something like “nebulous thoughts”, her skin felt like it was burning. But she didn’t have eyes with which to look at it, down at her skin peeling away from muscles and bones, hair dissolving into a disgusting black sludge that dripped off her body.

Fear.

Fear gripped her like a vice, knocking what could be breath out of her lungs. No. No no no NO! It wasn’t supposed to end like this! She was supposed to rest!

Her clear, pale skin turned ugly and charred, twisting and stretching and distorting down her face, leaving bloody, limp muscles and wet bone in its wake. Empty sockets stared, unseeing, at the king.

“Noctis- I----”

I can’t

All at once she shattered, leaving nothing but bits and chunks scattered before dissolving just as her skin had, only an eerie and empty silence remaining.