--- Oh, how much Somnus hated the bureaucracy of the modern times. Sure, his rulings millenia ago had to be documented as well. But not to this extent. And he did not like the fact that he already had paperwork. Which he didn't understand all that much. For some godly reason he understood modern Lucian, but so many words were new. And he didn't quite get them for the most part

--- Somnus was told that whenever he had trouble he could direct himself to one man who would help him with any issues his had. And so he did. He approached Ignis, holding a small stack of papers.

( sms | groupchat ) Okay what did you guys do to Noct? ( sms | groupchat ) He won't stop singing off key. ( sms | groupchat ) I have to wake up at 4am.

There had been a time when Noctis had wanted nothing more than to leave home and spread his wings. He loved his dad, and he loved his home, but he was twenty years old. Life in Insomnia could be suffocating and he grew up listening to stories about all the adventures his father had been on with his friends when he'd been his age.

Now that it was almost time to leave though...he was nervous. He supposed part of it was down to the abruptness of the upcoming trip. Part of it was down to the fact that the idea had been suggested by the Chancellor of Niflheim. A wedding between himself and Luna. An essential part of the treaty.

It didn't sit well with him. Luna wasn't Niflheim royalty so they had nothing to gain from wedding her to him. Noctis didn't like that his father was sending him away before the treaty signing either.

"I should be there, Igs" he mumbled as he relaxed against his couch, painfully aware that he'd have to clear out his apartment soon. "The signing. I should be there."

It was the height of springtime, trees readying themselves to flower, while the landscape became a smattering of different hues- all rich and lively green. The stone statues of famous Chevaliers past formed a broken circle around the training courtyard where Ravus was practicing with a well balanced sword, an older blade with a sure grip and live steel. 

The young man was dressed more casually than he typically was when Fenestala Manor received guests, even good friends such as the Lucian prince and his loyal steward- a simple, loose linen shirt with vines embroidered on the cuffs and neckline and worn in trousers that were tucked into his leather boots. Clothes that allowed a range of movement and wouldn’t get caught on obstacles, though learning to deal with setbacks such as unwieldy formal attire might as well have been a lesson all unto it’s own.

Fleuret was lost in concentration, moving gracefully thanks to countless hours of drills and practice, his body not quite one with it’s weapon but getting there. When he finished practicing his form, he quick-stepped ahead into a forward slash against his imagined opponent, then side-stepped a counter that might follow, going for the major arteries and ligaments. No move was wasted, no attack without express purpose.

Stopping for a breather, Ravus glanced down at the many blisters and callouses marring the now tougher and more resilient skin of his palm with a satisfied kind of self-assurance.

The sound of footsteps approaching made him raise his head, craning his neck to the side to try and make out the silhouette walking behind the climbing roses. 

@intxlligibility​ said: “  please don’t look at me like that.  ” MORE ANGST FOR YOU LOSERS | ACCEPTING

Of course, there were concerns in Prompto’s features. He couldn’t really do otherwise. Ignis was doing so much for Noctis and the others; the blonde was almost scared he would lose himself in the process. And it was even worst since Insomnia had fallen. Ignis was not just the advisor; he couldn’t be just the advisor. He was probably suffering, too; hiding it was a way to help the others, but it wasn’t necessarily good.

@intxlligibility​ said: “  i can’t be angry. i’m too tired. i just want it to be over.  ” MORE ANGST FOR YOU LOSERS | ACCEPTING

There was SADNESS in Aranea’s features as she listened to Ignis talking. It was the first time she saw him in such a vulnerable state, but of course, it had to happen. So much had happened to the four men since they had left Insomnia, and it had become even worst since the events on Altissia.

The dragoon wasn’t food at comforting people in general. But she wanted to be there for him; she felt like if there was someone who deserved it, that was surely him. She gently put her hand over his arm, but remained silent for a short moment.

@intxlligibility​ said: “ you are someone too. ” MISC QUOTES MEME | ACCEPTING

Prompto smiled with RELIEF at those words. Of course, it didn’t mean he agreed with Ignis; the blonde didn’t consider himself as important as the others, who were true members of the royalty, but at least, Ignis didn’t consider him as a burden. It was something Prompto was really scared of, since the beginning of his journey with his friends.