LIGHT OF THE NIGHT SKY

   Her smile spread wider, as she took a step closer, her own hands going up to rest upon his cheeks. Mirth danced in her eyes as she looked upon him, so happy to be in this moment.

          “It is me, Noctis. I’m home. You’ve set me free…”

   For once, she found it hard to form words, her joy overwhelming her heart and mind. Instead, feet padded forward two more steps, hands moving so that her arms might be around his neck, she tucking her face into his shoulder.

          “Thank you… Thank you for restoring the dawn, thank you for saving everyone….” Voice wavered now… “Thank you… For saving ME.”

   Shoulders began to quake as her grip on him tightened, emotions painting themselves upon her body. They could finally begin their happily ever after…

Relief and fear were mixing together, battling for dominance and making it difficult for the king to decide what to truly feel. Part of him believes that this was real, that his beloved Luna was finally here with him. The other part of him believed that she would disappear like all the other times. He just wanted her to stay. He wished for nothing more than to give her the life she deserved, ruling side by side and hand in hand the way it was meant to be.

“Luna...” The reality that this could in fact be real was now beginning to settle into his mind, for Luna’s arms had wrapped themselves around his neck and her face was pressed against his shoulder. Moving one of his hands to cradle the back of her head, he then placed a kiss atop of it and found tears beginning to well up in his eyes. Not tears of sadness, no, but of joy. To finally have her here with him after all that time spent grieving and longing for her; wishing that he could have done something differently to keep her alive. Gods, how he had missed her.

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My Opinion on;

Character in general: (While you have multiple, I’ll speak of Ignis for this! <3) I could almost cry just thinking about Ignis okay this man makes me emotional too. His loyalty and dedication is just...Breathtaking, honestly? I loved him from the beginning, and it hurt my soul to see him struggle through the dungeons while blind (Ignis likes his world crystal clear. Ugh that quote) but to play his episode and understand how he became blind? Holy shit. I think my Ignis love is just disgustingly overflowing now. I love his comments and quotes, and how even though he’s the more serious one of the group, he has some really damn good sass. I appreciate that. He cares so deeply and it shows and I just *inhales* I love Ignis. He’s so strong, and you can see his frustration with himself while he’s blind and falling down but still he pushes on and doesn’t let it ever hold him back. Another character I could go on and on about for paragraphs.How they play them: Actual Ignis? Hello? Is that you, specs? Lmao, in other words, it’s a portrayal to the T. The words Iggy uses and his way of speaking is understood so well, it’s clear that Amy has a really good grasp on the character. The first time I wrote with Amy I was actually like, holy shit, wow, I’m impressed because everything was just so in character and i could visualize / hear everything so well. Their love and understanding for Ignis really does shine through and I admire it so much. Honestly I do.The Mun: What an absolute joy of a human. We’ve had minimal ooc interactions, but from the little we have talked, I have nothing but kind and good things to say. So sweet and polite and just overall thoughtful. 

Do I:

RP with them: Yes! Lucky me hehe ♡Want to RP with them: Sign me the fuck up for more threads anytime -slides on shades-

What is my;

Overall Opinion: Another blog that I don’t know what the heck ur doing if u aren’t following. Fo’ real. Following Amy is a must.

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My Opinion on;

Character in general: Prompto, an actual fuckin puppy dog. I really love him and the comedy he brings to the group. (Prompto in a British accent while looking for ore: Please sir, can I have some ore?) Yet...He also has such a tragic story and hides so much and it just breaks my heart to know how much he suffers and how hard he tries. Everything about him, I just fell harder and harder for this character. I just wanna scoop him up and give him cuddles. He’s so much more layered and complex than some people give him credit for? Like there’s more than just one to side to him, and I’m glad Taylor shows that. Prompto can manage to make me smile too even in grim moments of the game. Tbh I could rant about this character for a few paragraphs but I will stop here lmfao.How they play them: Flawlessly. The way of speaking is so on point and I can hear Prompto in every reply so well, I often find myself grinning. Not only that, but Prompto’s thoughts and feelings are well understood too and mun does a great job of show that with both Prompto’s internal thoughts and outward mannerisms to express what he’s feeling. It just all blows me away and really allows to me to get a feel for the vibe/mood of the thread. Also, reading other stuff, I can say the same as above. Simply amazing!The Mun: We haven’t spoken too much, but I can only say good things from what I’ve seen on my dashboard and what @ofliminality has said. Definitely a lil gem of a mun that I’d also happily get to know better! (And I’ll take those veggie-less meal ideas in a heartbeat lmao)

Do I:

RP with them:  Yep! And happy I get the chance to ♡Want to RP with them: Yes, always! I’d take on 100 and more threads with them lol

What is my;

Overall Opinion: I absolutely adore this Prompto and idk what the heck ur doing if u aren’t following Taylor because this definitely isn’t a blog to miss out on folks.

Somewhere beyond the windows of their chosen vessel lies journey’s end, somewhere beyond their current space is the knowledge that somehow good things will prevail. They have to … the blonde boy knows this to be right. Fingers intertwine in further knots, if skin could remove its like then surely the palms of his hands would be naught but blood and bone… but thoughts are too focused on the friend at his side to notice, too focused on the ill omens that they seem to face. “Gladio is just … “ Just what? A million adjectives run through the boy’s mind, but each syllable betrays one friend or the other. How do you keep a sinking ship afloat? How do you keep hands from wrapping around a once friend’s throat? “He’s just worried about you, Noct. We all are … “ 

A sigh escapes him as he leans forward, aching fingers coming loose as elbows rest on the hard points of his knees. They had sent out for a wedding .. a wedding ! .. Astrals. How did that seem like such a long time ago? “.. I … yeah.” Admitting to the other’s question seemed its own sort of betrayal - he wasn’t supposed to think of these things. He wasn’t the friend who pushed, or had all the answers .. he was the friend who was just there, every time that Noctis needed him to be. Teeth rake over his bottom lip as he lets out another sigh, weight shifting once more as he sits up to press fully against the seat at his back.

How long are they going to be trapped on this train?

Teeth nip along the edge of one nail as blue eyes follow his friend’s gaze to the ring sitting upon his palm. It was strange that so much rested on something as small as that, that the world rested its weight upon it. “I don’t know anything about any of this, dude … you know that.” That was an understatement. “.. But I do know, despite what you may think, Gladio and Iggy .. they still have your back. When we left Insomnia, you had a job to do. You still have a job to do. And us? Its our job to help. You just .. gotta start letting us in again, dude.”

Gladio had always had a more brash side to him, which admittedly could be useful to keeping motivation high if it ever began to dwindle, but this was...different. It was tense between them, the words harsher than they were uplifting. He made it sound so easy to put everything behind him and just get on with it. Noctis would’ve done it by now if that were the case. Putting on the ring wasn’t just like slipping on any regular old piece of jewelry. It was painful and exhausting and the depressive spell he’d fallen into certainly didn’t help push him at all. Though, Gladiolus’ attempts at pushing him were pissing him off more than anything. “Yeah, well he has a funny way of showing it,” the prince replied with a hint of bitterness in his tone.

Closing his fingers around the ring once more to conceal it in the palm of his hand, Noctis exhaled another sigh of frustration. They were probably all thinking the same thing; waiting on him to use the ring and wondering how much longer he’d stall for. Gladiolus had been the only one to actually voice his frustrations.

Tired eyes were met with Prompto’s as he continued to speak and explain his point of view. It sounded a little better coming from him at least. He didn’t feel like he was cornered and needing to defend himself for being spoken down to. “I know what my job is and I know what needs to be done,” he responded perhaps a little more harshly than intended. At his next words, however, his voice and expression both softened a little. “And I’m...I’m trying.”

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✌: favorite video game: Uhh…Too many. FF15, Life Is Strange, Detroit: Become Human, Dead By Daylight, Amnesia, Heavy Rain, Nancy Drew games. The list goes on. I really like horror and ones where you get to choose options & it will determine the outcome of your game though.

1. My wonderful amazing boyfriend.

2. Writing! Whether solo or online, I just love writing. And my rp partners.

3. Video games. Especially horror games or Nancy Drew games.

4. Baby animals. A puppy randomly came into my house the other day after I opened the door and it made me so incredibly happy??? Animals are the cure for sadness.

Out of all my muses, Noctis is probably the one I have the most in common with actually. When I first started writing him back when it was still Versus 13, I never expected to be able to relate to him so well in the years to come lmao.

1. A strong dislike for vegetables and insects. I’m trying to get better at eating vegetables but god it’s hard. I really don’t like the taste of them. Especially celery. And the texture of mushrooms is so gross don’t even get me started.

2. Napping / sleeping. I love sleeping but I’m guilty of oversleeping which tends to make me feel really groggy and overall crappy when I wake up.

3. Love for video games. Preeetty straight forward. I’m a gamer & a dork.

4. Fondness for animals. (Koalas are my fave though!)

   Alerted now to his precise location, his hand came to rest gently upon the other’s knee. His face tilted more towards Noctis now so that he might be ‘looking’ at him. 

          “I know you would.”

   How he had he kept his voice from straining during that? He knew his king would die.Fingers squeezed Noctis’ knee, a sign of their companionship.

           “I foresee that we will make it to the endgame of all of this. Trust me, Noctis, we aren’t going to sacrifice ourselves unless it is the ONLY choice in the matter. Just like how I made the choice to. The gods had pity upon me and allowed me to escape the punishment for using the ring. I’m thankful… I’d hate for our journey together to be cut so short, so soon.”

   Hand moved carefully up from knee, to his shoulder, hand snaking across so he might give the prince a half hug. He didn’t know, after all, how many more times he might give him such affection. 

      His own personal emotions came to light… Things he would be silent about he supposed.

Fingers squeezing at his knee was a small gesture of comfort and reassurance, but Noctis still couldn’t help but feel badly about the events that had taken place. The loss of Luna and Ignis’ eyesight was something he would take with him to his grave, he was certain of that. Even if they had both done so willingly, it pained him to have not been able to do more to help them. He wanted to be stronger for his people and friends alike.

“Yeah...Guess you’re right,” Noctis said after a moment of thought. It could have been much worse and Ignis was lucky to still have his life. “One day I’ll find a way to repay the favor.” Maybe one day, some time in the future, he’d find a way to restore his vision. Unlikely? Yes. But he would remain hopeful.

Crystalline eyes watched the other’s hand find its way up to his shoulder, where he was then given a half hug. The group didn’t exchange hugs too often, usually just having their arms slung around each other at most, but it was welcomed nonetheless.

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          “Hey Noct…”

   The blonds voice wavered slightly… He had been snapped out of thought, his mind having decided to plague him in the morning hours. With what? His past, his true past, not the one that while it HAPPENED, was still full of half lies. 

      He was still trying to come to terms with who he was in reality. Still. He was doing better than when Aranea had originally found him, so points for that. It… Didn’t help that he had been plagued with nightmares from the whole incident on the train.

          “Let me guess, can’t sleep?” Tone perked up a bit. “Wanna like, play some? Or do you want to start talking until we devolve into nothing more than memespeaking and laughing our asses off at the smallest thing?”

Usually Noctis was the king at sleeping. As of late though, he’d been having some trouble falling asleep. There was a lot weighing on his mind, and as their journey progressed, everything became increasingly heavy. His eyes were tired, begging for sleep while his mind was wide awake and riddled with too many thoughts to clearly make sense of.

“You’re lucky I’m awake,” he replied, for anyone who knew him would know that he wasn’t a morning person and he didn’t like being woken up. It wasn’t that he was mean, but rather just a little grumpy and sluggish. Pulling the covers down, he got out of the bed and rubbed at his eyes tiredly. “Half awake,” came a sleepy correction. If he could, he’d go to sleep right here and now, yet something told him that his friend needed his company right now. Ever since they’d reunited with him, he’d been a little off.

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Setting: Episode Ignis Alt Ending. Noctis saving the world set Luna’s soul free and now she can be with him.

   The dawn… What a beautiful sight for her to first see upon re-entering the realm of the living. Her king… Sitting upon his throne, staring out the window at the dawn rising. She could see it in his shoulders… Even from this angle that despite the victory his soul still weighed heavy.

      Reaching down, she quietly removed her shoes, setting them aside so she might approach quietly. How nice it felt to feel something solid pressing up against her feet against each step! She had been in the aetheral plains for so long she forgot what solid things felt like… Even to touch upon herself felt strange in that place.

   She paused upon getting to the throne, a hand resting upon her breasts, curled tightly as she watched him. He wasn’t aware of her presence yet. The tiniest fear gripped her heart that perhaps… Perhaps he’d not still desire her after all this time. 

      No. No, that was foolish, she had seen it painted on his face every time she appeared before him. How much it pained him that he couldn’t reach her, couldn’t be with her. So thus, steeling herself, she reached out, gently placing a hand upon his shoulder as she stepped further forward so that when he turned she’d be more easily in his line of sight.

          “Well done, my king.”

To get to where he was now had been a long and painful journey, and though in the end Noctis had proven victorious, he couldn’t have gotten to where he was without the help of those who accompanied him on his journey. Prompto, Gladiolus, Ignis (the man who had nearly sacrificed his own life for him in the end) and Luna. Dearest Luna. His heart ached and longed to be reunited with her once again. Too soon she had been taken from him, stealing away not only his friend, but the woman he had wished to marry.

Sitting upon his throne, blue eyes held a distant look as he gazed out the window. The ring was certainly a heavy burden to carry, but like his father and the kings before him, he would see it through until the end of his days--no matter how it wore on. At least he wasn’t having to put up a barrier like Regis, which was one of the major contributing reasons to his decline in well-being. For now, things were peaceful, but he had to be prepared for a turn of events.

A gentle touch to his shoulder pulled the king from his thoughts, his head turning to look at the unexpected presence. Luna. He had to be dreaming or seeing things again. She’d appeared before him a few times before, but every time he would reach out to try to embrace her, she would be gone. It pained him deeply with out fail each time, for it felt like he was having to say goodbye all over again.

          “While I wasn’t directly there to see the events unfold, as far as I’m concerned you did everything you could in the moment. I feel Lunafreya would have stated the same. However… Noctis…”

   He shifted himself so that he might be facing him more, hand lifting… But then recalculating. Noctis sounded like he was sitting out of his reach, so hands would remain where they were.

          “While we are your friends, your brothers even, you forget that all of us – Even Prompto – Have undertaken an oath to keep you safe no matter the consequences. In our hearts and minds YOUR safety is first and foremost. We would give our lives without a second thought, if it meant you lived to rise another morning.”

Maybe Ignis was right. Maybe he had done everything he could in the moment, but he couldn’t help but feel that he could’ve done more. Why did he get to live while others died around him? They sacrificed so much for him and he wished that there was more he could give back. If he could, he would give Ignis his own two eyes to allow him to see again.

Taking note of the way Ignis tried to shift to face him, hand lifted as if to reach out, the prince moved a little closer to tap his shoulder; a small action to give him a better idea of where he was. “Right here,” he said before getting comfortable once more in a somewhat closer proximity. His gaze landed on Ignis’ glasses, still able to make out his silvery gaze from behind the lenses. It had to have been painful, having his eyes burned like that. Another wave of guilt, the prince’s gaze instead downcast.

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          “Noct,  I might be blind now, but I can still tell you’re staring at me. Pray tell, what’s the matter? You usually are a little more open with me.”

  Things had been… In tatters. At least they had Prompto back, but Ignis knew everything was still disrupted in their group of four. It… Hurt. To feel the distance that had wedged itself in between Noctis and himself.

          “If you are blaming yourself for the choice you made, I warn you that is a rather foolish outlook. I chose my path, I regret nothing. You are safe and that’s all that matters.”

The guilt that was written across Noctis’ features was quickly replaced by momentary shock, the prince caught off guard by Ignis’ accusation. Even without vision, he knew he’d been staring at him. “That obvious?” He replied bleakly, his expression falling once more. Since the death of Luna, he’d grown especially quiet and withdrawn. Not only was he sad about the loss of Luna, but at the loss of Ignis’ vision.

For a while he said nothing, instead just trying to collect his thoughts and decide how to deliver his feelings through words. He was never very good at it, preferring to keep things to himself rather than burdening others with his problems. But Ignis was right. There was an obvious shift between not only the two of them, but the group as a whole. He’d been finding it difficult to look Ignis in the face without feeling a wave of guilt wash over him.

Gladiolus had always been quick to come to Noctis’ defense, whether it was to protect him from physical blows or from words meant to get under his skin and go straight for the heart. He couldn’t imagine someone else being a better, more reliable and honorable shield than Gladio. He still remembered the day he got the scar across his face, when he was protecting him from a drunken man with a knife trying to cut him.

But words were only words, and he would be setting a bad example if he were to allow his shield to go around decking everyone who dared to question Noctis’ title as king. His hands remained pressed against the taller male’s chest. At least he was listening to him by remaining in place, despite his words making it clear that he wanted nothing more than to push him aside and deal with the people opposing him.