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@hypnoswake asked: "You’re okay!"

"P-Prince   Noctis?"        His   arms   wrapped   around   Sarah,    enveloping   her   in   warmth   yet   she   remained   cold.           Cornelia   was   on   the   brink   of   catastrophe,       lingering   scents   of   copper   filled   the   air   and   though   she   wished   she   didn't,    the   Princess   knew   exactly   what   it   was   and   where   it   came   from.    Blood,       the   blood   of   her   soldiers    -    ....    

her   friends.     

Their   screams   shook   her   to   the   core   and   yet   she   could   do   nothing.     

Trembling   fingers   clung   to   the   material   of   his   clothing.       "I    ..."    her   voice   cracked   but   she   managed   to   hold   back   tears.         

"I...   don't   know   what   to   do    ....    my   parents,   they're....   -"       no,   there   was   no   time   for   mourning.        

"You   ...   you   have   to   get   out   of   here!    The   city   is   too   dangerous....       please."       and   then   she   pulled   herself    free   of   his    embrace.       Steps   distancing   them.         

"You   can   still   get   out."        If   Cornelia   was   to   fall,    she   would   fall   along   with   it.

@hypnoswake asked: "I think you’re beautiful."

Delicate   fingers   brushed   back   a   lock   of   golden   hair   behind   her   ear.   A   shy   smile   pulling   along   rose-tinted   lips.   "D-Do   you?"   she   could   feel   the   heat   upon   her   face   and   silently   prayed   she   wasn't   'visibly'   blushing.

    "I   am   honored   ..   thank   you,   um   ...   it   may   sound   strange   ...   but   I   could   say   the   same   about   you."   Most   men   probably   would've   preferred   compliments   that   referenced   them   being   rugged   or   handsome   ...   but   Noctis   held   a   dark   beauty   that   she   sincerely   admired.

    "You   are   beautiful   ..."

@hypnoswake  asked: "why are you frowning?"

The   Princess   was   particularly   good   at   hiding   her   true   feelings   behind   an   elegant   facade.   She   spent   years   mastering   the   PERFECT   smile   after   all.   Yet   even   she   could   grow   weary.   The   evenings   festivities   had   been   pleasant   but   the   standing   and   dancing   for   hours   on   end   had   started   to   take   it's   toll,   mostly   on   her   feet.   The   pristine   heels   she   wore   may   have   been   beautiful   but   were   far   from   comfortable.   Sarah   wanted   to   sit,   maybe   take   a   breather   and   venture   out   to   the   garden   for   some   air.

    However   it   was   her   duty   to   stay   put,   entertain   the   guests   -   leave   a   good   impression!

    And   she   thought   she   was   doing   a   fairly   good   job   of   it   until   she   was   approached   by   the   Lucian Prince.

    "I....   I   was   frowning?"   she   paused   briefly,   delicate   fingertips   ran   down   her   ivory   cheeks   cautiously,   expression   perplexed.

    (when   did   she   let   the   mask   slip?)   "My   apologies,   I'm   not   troubled   ...   if   that   was   what   you   were   worried   about?"   and   then   she   turned   to   face   him,   a   polite   smile   pulling   along   her   rosy   lips   followed by  a   soft   bow   of   her   head.

Love is in the air?

The Lucis Caelum family were names of legend within the capitol city. They had absolute control, and imposed an insular structure to the society within their walls. There were people who had never known the outside world, who didn't know any different. Stories about the royals were darker than the suits they wore... and yet, there could still be worse.

And what a great honour for a refugee to be invited to a formal celebration of achievements within the city. Like being handed a golden ticket, opportunities to network at such an event were worth a person's weight in gold. In honesty, the night seemed to be more about the display of wealth and power than it was to congratulate honour roll students and top performers, but wasn't that part of it all? To see first hand how untouchable the king and crown prince were.

In the midst of intermingling and feeling quite certain the whole night was wasted on the likes of a glorified gardener, the last person she expected in the entire nation approached and requested a dance.

The crown prince himself.

Perhaps he was on the clock and he sought to have a moment with everyone on the list, building up his own connections. Perhaps he was simply bored.

@hypnoswake asked: dearly held

"Noctis?   -   ...."        Her   lithe   form   was   held   firmly   against   his,    so   close   she   could   feel   his   rhythmic   heartbeat.       Though   he   was   embracing   her,   Sarah   felt   something   was   .   ...    wrong.               He   held   her   in   a   way   that   almost   felt   ...   desperate.        

That   wasn't   like   him.       Had   something   happened?    Was   he   seeking   her   comfort?     

--   Whatever   the   case,    in   his   time   of   need   she   refused   to   push   him   away.        Instead   her   own   arms   wrapped   around   him   in   return,    forehead   resting   against   the   crook   of   his   neck.     

"I'll...   stay   for   as   long   as   you   need   me   ....    "

❝ hey! hey! noct!❞ she darted across the street, purse bouncing. lucky seemed to shine brightly on the teen since she managed to dodge every oncoming vehicle. horns blaring, beeps & some profanities aside, diana made it safely to him. ❝ phew, wow ... tough crowd. anyways — ❞ the girl grabbed onto his arm.

❝ you knooow what's coming up? my birthday! & youuuuuu should take me on a spree! let's go to the mall! what's the biggest one? you know i don't know way my way around the city.❞

[x]

things that they've seen, the actions taken to demonstrate some level of commitment. or other potential signs and motivations, there was often too many for one to name and too many potential variations in context. but it was all very interesting to be around, to observe - seeing any kind of details that the entity would want to explore a little more.

it makes sense that some of the things they observe, that they state might not make too much sense.

"yeah, it's something i've been ruminating over for a little while.. "

is there context to it? atieno wonders.. there has to be, some kind of context. if they notice the details on noctis, they don't trouble much about it. if nothing else they do feel for the sheer weariness that they see on his face though.

that kind of deep tiredness is something else.