#cursedaskara

Noctis smiled at her, glad she wouldn’t mind his company. “It really is beautiful out here at night.”

@r0uld

She turns as she’s pulled by her sleeve, blinking at him before reaching for her phone, “He might just take one hostage anyway. Or worse...” She dials 911, reporting the suspicious activity before the sound of gunshots can be heard from inside. 

She grabs his sleeve, pulling him close to the ground just before the window to the building behind them shatters in a spray of glass.

“O-oh, my apologies! I never meant to offend, was only offering up some sage advice. You know… I rather like the smell of toil and victory…” she says with an impish grin, “But if you wish to cover it up,” shrugs, “then you do you.”

Those very few people he’d actually told about his plans had been understandably surprised.  After all, he’d sworn to himself that he’d never venture into Niflheim again, let alone anywhere near Gralea.

That’d been before Prompto had so much time to think about it.  Really think about it; all of those places that hadn’t been destroyed, completely ravaged.  But also the buildings which remained standing, all the places that might hold more than daemons and MTs, where people might be waiting to be rescued.  Or maybe... maybe not-quite-MTs.  A false hope, but a bracing one.

People had been there after already, sure.  Aranea had been “all over”--from the air.  She only stopped making trips back once there was no movement beyond daemons, once it seemed that there was nothing human remaining.  That should have been enough to assure him, to crush the last bits of optimism in the idea that there might be anything or anyone left worth saving.  But...

But I’m an idiot.  It had been a mantra from the moment he’d seen the crater, nevermind every step he’d taken toward the entrance of a building he’d rather not remember.  Cold and dark, everything was cold and dark, every shadow cast by his flashlight threatening to swallow him up, likely hiding something that would indeed devour him.  Particularly because he’d had to break in, doors sealed and locked from the inside.

The who might have been responsible remained a mystery.  The why... well, Prompto didn’t know for sure, but working his way through yet more sealed doors (Like an idiot!), he’d started making unfortunate discoveries.  Piles of MT parts.  Dried streaks of black goo.  A few daemons he knew he’d never seen before, which took a hell of a lot longer to finish off than he wanted to think about, but he’d made it.

He knew he should have left at that point.  Turned tail and called for help.  Except that no one would have showed up.  Hunters were out there helping people, sure, but not in Niflheim.  The entire continent had been abandoned, with good reason.  There were probably far more horrible things the further he went in.

But the doors had to have been sealed from the inside, right?  Did that mean someone might be alive in there?  Holding out in the core of the facility like the population of Lestallum, filled with survivors and trying to drive away the daemons with light?

Yeah, he was an idiot.  But when he noticed enormous claw marks on one door that had only scratched and not penetrated, he got more curious.  Calling out might have made sense, if he weren’t sure the gunfire had already started attracting more horrible things, and he knew he was going to have to shoot to get in the door, so trying to warn whoever might be inside was kind of pointless if he wanted to rescue anyone.  Sound enough logic.  Probably.  Too bad there was no signal on his phone or he would have called Ignis.  And probably gotten yelled at.

“Unfortunately – yes. What’s it to ya’?”

@commodorexaranea

She shrugged as she sat down at the table across from her, straddling her chair and setting down a bottle and two glasses. She poured the amber liquid into each glass, sliding one in the other’s direction as she shrugged.

Rules: Answer the twenty questions and then tag twenty people you want to get to know better!

Name: Can just call me Sulky

Zodiac Sign: Virgo

Height: 5′1″

Languages Spoken: English (Though I’m trying to learn Spanish as well)

Nationality: American

Favorite Fruit: Blackberries and strawberries

Favorite Scent: I have a few depending on my mood. Rain, crisp autumn air, apple spice and cinnamon, and fruity tropical smells to name a few

Favorite Color: Don’t have one

Favorite Animal: Cats

Coffee, Tea, or Hot Chocolate: Coffee for sure

Favorite Fictional Character(s):  Prompto Argentum, SImba, Gon and Killua, and probably lots more

Dream Trip: Japan, Poland, Thailand, or NYC

When Was Your Blog Created: A couple years ago I think??? Was it rlly that long ago? Idk...

Last Movie Seen: Re-watched The Lion King 2

Songs You’ve Had On Repeat: Lots of songs by Twice and Never Be Alone by The Fat Rat

Favorite Candy: Jolly Ranchers, taffy, sour Skittles and Sweetarts, Zero bars, and Reese’s cups

Favorite Holiday: Halloween

Random Fact About You One: My favorite kind of hand soap is milk and golden honey

Random Fact About You Two: I have 3 rats named Pip, Squeak, and Luna

Random Fact About You Three: I’m a bit of a completionist when it comes to videogames 

Noctis chuckled, well able to imagine spooked guards. “Well, so long as they aren’t rude to you, it’s all good.”

Noctis smiled at her, “That is very true.”

He wasn’t really sure what to talk about, if anything, so he fell silent for a while as they moved about. Occasionally he would study the way moonlight and showed danced across Eevie’s form, making her skin glow. He breathed deep and slow with every inhale, trying his best to keep his instincts in check and his mind on the beauty of the gardens. It wasn’t so hard to do really, the smell of growing things was always calming, and the light breeze was nice, helping to soothe his overheated skin.