The Mystic

[...............................hi

i was thinking about my trash son again and that got me missing his dumbass.

....uhm

ive been playing a lot of ff x i v...which explains a lot about my absence.

I hope ya’ll doin’ okay out there right now. it sucks out there right now.

;v;

im going to attempt to be around more often. my session box broke so im stuck with google incognito lmao. im stuck at home “working” from home (im still not set up to today that yay...) so i have a lot of free time.

i hope regardless you guys are doin’ okay

lots of love,

“Oh shut the hell up. It was not!”

[anyway imma head off for the night 

i wanna concentrate on my game some lmfao 

Gilgamesh just stares and walks back to his cave…Alone…cursed…wounded…

ignis vc: noct’s shield dont dunk us in water at least :(

“…Like you sullied mine?”

cre vc while hiding from her shield: you aren’t wrong

“You deserve it and more.”

“You certainly deserve it.”

Gil stops before Somnus.

With this, he grabs the man by the collar and throws him over his shoulder. “Maybe, but as King, you are REQUIRED to be an example for all.” Obviously, Ardyn cares not to listen and be the better example. “Least you could do is be that for them while others choose not.”

Kicking his legs and beating his fists against Gilgamesh’s back, Somnus groaned. Of all the things!!!!

“I did. Shall I say it again?”

“No.”

“Make me.”

“…”

Slowly he walks over to him. “Excuse me?”

He could feel his eyebrow twitching. 

“…”

Say that again?

Crepera knew she was right, the lingering thought they were using their final descendant to rid the sin they’ve brought onto the land. To be a lamb ready for the slaughter, to carry so much weight upon his shoulders was hard enough to think about. Truthfully, they weren’t meant to discuss such a fate, because regardless of what they might do to prevent such, it was inevitable. Bahamut would have made sure of that but that didn’t necessarily mean they couldn’t discuss it.

Pouring another glass of wine, she slid it across the table to the founder, black painted fingernails tapping themselves against the surface of the table. ❝It’s selfish, to expect so much from him. He’s young still.❞ The truth of the matter, it did feel wrong - more than wrong. Their descendant didn’t deserve such a fate, but unfortunately for the old Kings, they could not stop the wheel from turning.

❝Isn’t there something we could do? Not to upset Bahamut, but Noctis doesn’t deserve to die for our sins.❞

@founderkcng

And that was the crux of the matter, was it not? Noctis did not deserve to die for their sins. He never deserved to die. He deserved to live. He had every right to live. Not to spend the after life with them. Not to become one of them. Somnus wanting nothing more than to defy Bahamut. But to defy him....What would that take? How would they defy him? 

That was a question that plagued Somnus daily. While he did not regret his actions all those years ago, he never thought his descendant would be made to pay for his crimes. It was his sin to bear. Not young Noctis’. 

And yet.... 

Reaching forward, he picked up the glass. He looked at the wine for a moment before taking a slow sip. He glanced at Crepera, biting his lip. What to do....?