#angelicdinmortem

[♾] As one of the first keyblades ever made, it was no surprise that the other attracted... interesting company. Even if most of her company was dead. The blind fae sat quietly, simply enjoying the peace and quiet for once. After all, it was rare for her to be able to get a moments rest. At least it had been when she had been passed on from apprentice to apprentice. But now she was back with her first official wielder. Since even though the Master of Masters had lended a hand in creating her, they had never really formed a bond. Not like her and Luxu. Sensing the fluctuation nearby but noticing its unfamiliarity, she let out a soft sigh but made no move to turn her head.

Noctis looked up when he heard a voice, usually it was Gladio or Ignis finding him since they could always tell he couldn’t sleep. He turned around on the couch and saw John at the door. He smiled weakly at him. “Hey, just got off work?” He asked.

Angelic will just be hiding in a dumpster where he belongs.

“Grapes. Yes.”

The hooded man chuckles and bows. “Ah, but you must trust me, you are that of a cherry blossom, blossoming with pure colors at such warm gentle words, heh.”

Noctis looked up from grabbing the tv remote. He smiled a little when he saw the other. “You can say that. Hope I didn’t worry you. Was trying to be quiet so I wouldn’t scare anyone.”