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stop putting yourself in danger / accepting / @hamletsboy

the skin still feels hot to the touch, like the kings of yore are still burning him from the inside out. if he could see in a mirror if he could see anything , he would be ashamed of the scars. he was supposed to be better than this. he was supposed to keep them alive, fed, and in as best spirits as possible. but how can he when he can barely walk without stumbling into a wall.

when noctis spoke, ignis turned to the direction in which he thought noctis was, and frowned. and to his horror, he can feel his eyes start to sting. the doctors told him that crying was one of the worst things he could do in this situation, even if he should be greatful he could even cry at this point.

She had faith in the purpose behind it, in any case; her duty to enter communion with the gods, the progressions done each year to tend to people's ailments, the prayers she oftentimes offered to higher beings to watch over that boy.

The purpose of it all.

Luna smiled while riding the car, in front of Noctis. "It's been a while, your highness."

𝐔𝐍𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐃

Honestly,  it  was  a  lucky  shot.  Sure,  his  training  ensures  a  moving  target  can  be  hit,  but  with  how  suddenly  things  escalated,  his  nerves  still  naturally  kicked  in.  Unlike  like  the  other  guys,  he  thrives  at  a  distance  in  the  midst  of  battle.  Waiting  for  the  opportune  moment  for  an  open  weak  spot  is  crucial,  especially  when  Noctis'  swift  strikes  happen  in  the  blink  of  an  eye.  One  wrong  warp  and  he's  left  vulnerable ᅳ which  is  exactly  what  happened.  Two  other  retainers  focused  on  the  other  side,  the  reliable  best  friend  is  left  with  the  opening  that  determines  a  critical  injury.

His  ears  are  still  ringing  from  the  blast,  yet  the  adrenaline  still  lingers  as  celebratory  love  is  spread  all  around.  That  excited,  bright  look  in  his  eyes  is  reciprocated  as  his  joins  in  the  laughter.