#chosenrite

                           She was not usually absent minded                            but her new years kiss was still on                            her mind as she wiped at the glasses                            neatly lined up in front of her, blushing                            ever so slightly, and she did not notice                            the prince entering her bar.

               ❝ We’re not open yet! ❞

                   She nearly squeaked as she finally saw                     the prince entering her bar. He really did                     catch her off guard, she only now realized                     the prince had entered her bar.

               ‘  they’re adorable, aren’t they ? ‘  

                               as silly as it may have been, she had come far simply to see some of these graceful little beasts. chocobos weren’t too terribly common in her home, a place too far from this one to measure, but she was told about them by peers who had managed to visit the towns outside of insomnia. now, her hands run through plumage gently, body pushed to the very tips of her toes to cover as much surface as she can. 

Her death had been painful. It had been slow, torturous. Beaten with anger trying to draw out answers she refused to give. Did they really think she would betray her King? She had known her death would be that way, ever since she was a little girl. She remembered it as if it were a movie playing over and over in her head. She had screamed, in her head, to the gods asking for the ability to protect her King. Just a little longer, just until his quest was complete. He would not need her after that. 

She awoke with a gasp, and a jerk, wounds sealing together into crystallized scars, it was in her veins, the lifeforce of the gods. It allowed her to move even though her heart was no longer beating and her lungs no longer had the need for air. At least, at least she was there. She was undead, not alive, but there

She could, and would, keep Noctis safe. And now with a body that could not break, it could not bleed, it could not breathe, dead for all extent and purposes. But she could move, she could fight. That’s all she asked. She did not know how long this would last. She assumed until he defeated the darkness that covered their land. Until her body fell apart she would keep fighting. 

She blinked as she was pulled close and gathered him closer to her letting her head press against his shoulder. She sighed softly reaching up to cart her fingers through his hair. He was taller, she thought, then he had been. How long had she been dead? She would ask when the wounds weren’t are painful. 

u can be gay and have an exception its like...OK im a gay guy, love boys, identify better w/ gay but i have a gf bcus i love her? sexuality and romance are Weird and not a straight cut "im gay/bi/pan" all the time. i use bi to avoid confusion too but i wouldnt actively seek out women. iggy is the same i iamgine??

Yeah, I mean it’s like, as a dude who has a few friends who are gay dudes, I’ve had conversations with most of them where they’ve expressed something along the lines of “yeah I’m attracted to men, but I’m not going to discount the possibility of me ever falling in love with a woman.”

It is late -- far, far too late, Ignis thinks, as his vision blurs when he looks at the digital clock on the dashboard of the Regalia, blinking 1:15. Similarly, the next place they are able to feasibly stop for a rest is in Meldacio HQ. And it is still 20 minutes away.

Ignis can’t recall a time he has been more exhausted in his life. 

He wishes that there was someone else in the car with himself and Noctis, to take over the wheel, but the prince is curled up on the backseat, a seatbelt wrapped awkwardly around his limbs as he slouches down enough to sleep. 

They only need to make it to Meldacio. He’s already told Gladio that they were running late, and bloody hell -- he only needs to make it twenty minutes.