On Festivals and Birthdays
Or Carbuncle and the Prince. Some thoughts for Noct’s birthday.
When Noctis turns 21, he is inside the Crystal.
He was supposed to be married, and celebrating with his father, but…well, here we are, instead.
He had had such little happiness lately, Carbuncle thought, and so he worked with a dream. Bahamut would permit a dream for his birthday, after all.
So he thinks to the last time the Prince was happy–briefly, in awe of Altissia.
Carbuncle thinks of toy swords, of soft creatures, of cake and fireworks.
And so Noctis is brought to the Moogle Chocobo Carnival.
He is brought there for a few birthdays to follow.
When Noctis turns 27, he is missing his friends.
Carbuncle decides it’s time to change that, and quickly makes new plans.
He can’t remember all of the Prince’s friends, no, but he remembers the retinue, the mechanic, and the video game Noct spent so long playing.
This one needed more excitement, more of a challenge. And…sooner rather than later, he would have to wake up and become a king. So he works in the Empire, a barrier to overcome, a chance to win.
Carbuncle will never say so, but sometimes he wonders if this human can win with what he’s up against.
Noctis turns 27, and he is an assassin, able to defeat the Empire if only for a moment.
He can see Prompto beg for a photography magazine, get clues from Ignis on a scavenger hunt, and see Gladio flirt with the ladies of the city. He can wear a costume and eat meat skewers and not feel the weight of destiny…just the weight of the task at hand.
When Noctis turns 31, he emerges from the Crystal.
There is no time for a dream to celebrate. He nuzzles the man’s face for just a moment before Carbuncle takes his leave.
Carbuncle wishes he’d had more time. Noct deserved more happy adventures.
When Noctis would turn 32, Carbuncle can help him dream no longer.
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