#apocalypsiscaelum

               ❝Hug the floor. Hug me. Hey!❞he exclaimed, though it was                intended to be at conversational volume. ❝Group hug!❞

         -╳-             A new city, a new life - or so the brochures he had seen once upon a time had read. Time had been unkind t the youth pacing the streets; torn clothing and appearance of filth deterring any folk from seeing his company. Indeed, with the sling looped around the arm of which he wished to hide giving him an aesthetic of someone posing of more trouble than he was worth, he decided that keeping to himself was rather his best bet. Paces eventually came to a stop as exhaustion took over, the once-hunter seated upon a wall where he could take his weight off of his feet and merely admire the scenery for a moment or so, deep breaths drawn and released to steady his dizzying mind. How long had it been since he last ate? Since he was last able to rehydrate himself? Honestly - he could not recall and it poised as a lesser in his mind than it should have. Instead, he thought of finding somewhere relatively comfortable to spend the pending night - somewhere warm would have been wonderful, but somewhere dry was more likely. An alleyway of some sort? Time would tell. 

Listen!!! I’ve never STOPPED wanting this!!! xD

Finally, mud and grass gave way to concrete as they stumbled clumsily over the guard rail and trudged toward the caravan. “Almost there, buddy,” he informed, as Ignis went on ahead to grab more supplies. “How you holding up?”

Billy Costigan: [in Costello’s bar] Frank, how many of these guys have been with you long enough to be disgruntled, huh? Think about it. You don’t pay much, you know. It’s almost a fuckin’ feudal enterprise. The question is, and this is the only question, who thinks that they can do what you do better than you?Frank Costello: The only one that can do what I do is me. Lot of people had to die for me to be me. You wanna be me?Billy Costigan: I probably could be you, yeah. Yeah, I know that much. But I don’t wanna be you, Frank. I don’t wanna be youFrank Costello: Heavy lies the crown… sort of thing.

Really??? I would absolutely love to! ;v;

Who asks the other on dates: noct gets frustrated bc sora is v cute and affectionate but doesn’t make a legit move so fuck it he’ll ask insteadWho is the bigger cuddler: sora def but noct gives him a run for his money when he’s sleepingWho initiates holding hands more often: sora, esp in big important meetings where they’re sat next to each other where he can hold noct’s hand under the table (and squeeze it when noct starts dozing off)Who remembers anniversaries: noct, sora’s a scatterbrainWho is more possessive: noct, don’t even look at his cute baeWho gets more jealous: noct, he assumes the kissing cheek thing is a culture thing but doesn’t stop him glaring at whoever sora’s smoochingWho is more protective: both lmaoWho is more likely to cheat: i don’t like this one lmao, neither?? im assuming theres a line of conversation and consent if someone wants something on the sideWho initiates sexy times the most: noct, sora is such a tease but hardly ever starts itWho dislikes PDA the most: noct always rolls his eyes and sora smooching on him and hugging him but sora knows hes secretly loving itWho kills the spider: noct but he hates bugs and he doesnt get why he has to do it bc sora’s the one from a tropical island don’t u get all kinds of gross bugs thereWho asks the the other to marry them: they both know it’s on the table (arranged marriages obvs) but noct’s the one who asks and makes it officialWho buys the other flowers or gifts: neither really? ? sora’s more likely to be the one like hey look at this cool shell i found earlier (noct treasures it lmao)Who would bring up possibly having kids: sora wants the lil babs, noct thinks he’d be a gr8 dadWho is more nervous to meet the parents: sora doesn’t show it but he’s super nervous when he meets regis, tries to just laugh and smile and not to let his hands shakeWho sleeps on the couch when the other is angry: noct has the worse temper and ends up storming off before he makes it worse (he wakes up to sora with him on the couch, he felt too bad about the argument) Who tries to make up first after arguments: sora, he’s v quick to forgiveWho tells the other they love them more often: sora says it so much and rlly doesn’t mind that noct’s not at the same level of comfort to say it back every time, he knows he means it when he does and learns how noct says ‘i love you; without actually saying it