#logicdive

Unfortunately, others in the group weren't as well versed, or nearly as tactful. “Out with it.” The glare Ignis shot their newest companion could have been daggers, for all the annoyance he held back. While the man was the son of the King’s Shield and would be a benefit in battle, he knew little of the world outside the walls of Insomnia. “So, are ya gonna explain?”

“Since Mr. Amicitia insists I be frank, I shall humor his request.”

“My names Gladio…” He corrected.

“Mr. Amicitia, may I give you valuable advice that may come in handy throughout your lifetime. When it comes to some situations, at times subtly is far better than running headlong without thought.” Hearing the man huff, he brought his attention back to Noctis and shook his head lightly. “I know you are confused, you have been brought to a time and place that is not your own. So I must be the bearer of bad news, your highness. While a temple may have stood there at one time, I am confident nothing exists there but ruins of forgotten wars.”

Nyx, who had only been listening up until now, regarded the blonde of their group as he bounced around the Hammerhead store. Prompto had been sent in to gather the supplies that Noctis had requested on their arrival at the small outpost, while he and Ignis tried to figure out where they were going based off information that was outdated by a few millennia. Observing their companion making his way up to the counter, Nyx glanced over at them before crossing the few steps that separated him from the map and checked the location as well.

“It’s been two thousand years, Ignis. If Noctis says it’s there, it’s there. After all, the King told us to take him where he wanted to go. That is where he wants to go.” Pulling his eyes away, Nyx glanced back at Prompto as he came out of the store, bag in hand. “Did you get everything Noctis asked for?”

“Yep!” His chipper voice echoed under the metal roofing that provided shelter for the gas pumps. Setting the bag in the front seat, Prompto glanced at the prince. “Well, for the most part. Um, they didn’t have candles.”

“We will have to make due,” Noctis answered, bestowing the man with a gentle smile. “After all, if what Ignis says is true, we may find no altar to place them upon.”

Briskly nodding, Prompto paused and gave them a look of confusion. “Huh? So where are we going then?”

“I believe we are off to Keycatrich Ruins,” Ignis replied as he grabbed the map, slowly folding it into a precise rectangle before depositing it into his leather pouch. “If the prince’s recollection is accurate, it seems a temple to the Archaeon once stood upon that spot.”

“Oh cool!” Hopping into the back with Nyx and Noctis, Prompto grabbed the seat in front of him and hauled himself closer to Ignis so the man could hear him. “You know dude; it kinda makes sense?”

“It makes sense, how?”

“Well,” Dragging out the word for a moment, he plopped back into his seat. “I mean think about it. We go on many hunts and always run into those strange buildings that are locked. The um, what were they called?”

Gladio glanced back and smirked. “The Tomb of the Ancient Kings, in general. Usually, each tomb has its own name, after the King who’s buried there.”

“Yeah, those,” Thinking for a moment, Prompto fiddled with his hair. “well it seems like everytime we find one there is something really important near it. But then we go to others, there's like, nothing. So, ya know, maybe at one time there was something important but it’s been destroyed.”

“I, well, yes.” Ignis stuttered, meeting Nyx’s eyes in the rearview mirror. “I believe our little sharpshooter has a valid point.” Nyx could only nod in agreement as they pulled out of the gas station and they made their way to the Prairie Outpost.

A few hours, a bit of rock climbing, and five complaints later the small band stood upon the hill that rose above the ruins. Before them stood a statue in ruins, a building lay close beside it in equal disrepair with another building set further back in a field. Noctis stood there, face pensive, his lips pressed into a thin line as he took the sight in.

Ignis, having never been there, looking concerned. “Noct, is this what you sought?”

A slow nod was his reply as the prince started walking towards the ruins that were set further back. As he did, Noctis motioned to the monument to his left. “He, the statue… was the Keeper of the Landforger. Protector of the Temple of the Archaeon, the first Priest of Titan.” The grass and leaves crunched underfoot as they pushed through the overgrown brush that had flourished since the area had been abandoned. “I remember, back in my time, people would travel for days to reach the temple. There were thousands of tents covering the valley below, their bonfires and torches lighting up the night. The celebrations would last for a week, but it was the equinox that we paid worship to him. When the light of day was equal to that of night, we would come here and honor the God of the Earth.”

“Never heard of a celebration for Titan.” Gladio pushed back a few branches, permitting the group to pass as amber eyes looked over the rubble. “My dad recounted the old stories to me, but none of what you’re saying came up. They are known as the slumbering gods now, and we do worship them, but not like you say.”

“It’s a shame.”

The shield seemed agitated as he released the branches. “What, that we don’t live how you lived? Sorry if we don’t meet your expectations, your highness, but this is who we are now. Ever since you woke up you’ve been judging us, and how we live our lives. Well, our bad, but lot's changed since you decided to take your little nap. Welcome to the future.”

Noctis paused, glancing back at Gladiolus. He beheld the man with, what seemed to be, a sense of disapproval. Yet, upon closer inspections, it was simply a look of sorrow. “While I respect your bravado when it comes to your kingdom, you are correct. Time does indeed change many things. I do not look down on your people for how they are, it’s merely a shame that so much has been lost to time…” Turning, he started to walk again, “and to lies.”

The remaining walk was spent in silence as all reflected on the spoken words of the prince. In many ways, it was hard for all of them to comprehend where Noctis was coming from. While the four of them were of different nationalities, backgrounds, and beliefs they knew of the world around them. They could understand one another.

Noctis was at a disadvantage; he’d been flung over two millennia into the future. Not only did he have to deal with the stark reality of a kingdom, he’d once been destined to rule, very much changed. But of countries, beliefs, and languages he’d never knew existed. Without speaking, all of them accepted they would have to give the man a bit of leeway. After all, any information that was given, even information thousands of years old; was something that could be used.

Pulled from his thoughts as Noctis quickened his step, Nyx hurried to catch up. “Hey now, little prince. What’s the rush?”

“This is it, the seat of the Archaeon!” What formerly was a stately temple, was now little more than a pile of rubble and brush surrounding a single stone room that was roughly two tents wide. He turned to look at Nyx, the excitement in his actions obvious. “What I anticipated lost, remains below!”

“Remains below?” The questioning in Ignis’ voice must have caught Noct’s attention as he looked over and nodded. “Are you saying, the temple is below us?”

An amused expression crossed his features, a light laugh pulled from his lips. “He is the God of the Earth. Where do you think we would worship him,” Motioning up at the stars that had begun to show above, he arched a brow. “the sky?”

While Ignis took that in and realized that, yes, it was indeed logical. Gladio had pushed past the group, a large broadsword appearing in his hands. “Stands back, I’ll clear the door for you.”

Doing as asked, Noctis bowed his head. “Thank you, Gladiolus.”

The man nodded, using his weapon and brute strength to clear the entrance within a matter of minutes. “It’s dark. Daemons?”

“Impossible,” The prince walked over and looked within. “this area is Astral bound, holy earth. Blessed by the Goddess of our star, Eos and her sister the Goddess of Death, Etro. No evil can pass through or desecrate such a place.”

“So in short, were safe?”

Glancing up at the Gladio’s comment, Noctis affirmed his words as a smile ghosted his lips. “We are safe. Though I cannot promise so outside of this building. Much has been lost to time, so the seat of the Archaeon may be all that is left protected.”

As they entered the narrow room, Prompto looked back, noting the sun would be setting soon. “Hey um, guys? This took longer than we thought. If we are gonna make it back, we should leave soon.” But the others didn’t seem to share his concern, more interested in the small staircase leading downwards near the back of the room.

“Recommendation?” All looked at Gladio. “Don’t mind staying here if you know it’s protected. Still, I would feel a hell of a lot better if we check the area first. Any sign of daemons, we hightail it back to the outpost.”

“Agreed Gladio,” Motioning to Prompto, Ignis held out a hand. “I believe a bit of illumination is in order.”

“Yeah, totally.” Pulling out a few extra flashlights, they forged their way down the old stone steps that seemed never-ending. “Wow, how deep does this go? Stairs they go on, forever they go on. On and on and on. ♪”

“Prompto, honestly.” While Ignis sounded annoyed, Nyx couldn’t help but let out a chuckle as Gladio shook his head. Reaching the bottom, Noctis felt a hand on his shoulder holding him back. “Allow Gladiolus and Nyx to check the area first, just to be safe.”

Staying by his side, the prince glanced around and took in what little he could see with the light present. “It seems the old torches still reside, can we light them?”

“Yeah, I don’t see any daemons. Normally a place like this would be a breeding ground.” Making his way back over, Nyx looked at Noctis. “We have to make a fire, I can go back up? Grab some of the brush and dead branches that we passed?”

“If you would Nyx, and Gladiolus can you assist him?” The man nodded as both made their way back up, leaving Noctis, Prompto, and Ignis down in the darkened room. “How long has he sat in this endless night? In my day the torches and candles of worship would have set this place alight. He has truly been forgotten.”

“Not forgotten, as you were told by the King of Lucis upon awakening. He saved us from a cataclysmic meteor that would have destroyed Eos. Titan now sleeps within the Disc of Cauthess, that meteor still sitting upon his mighty shoulders. Those of Duscae think highly of him and worship him for his deeds.” Acknowledging his words, their attention was once again pulled to the stairs as their companions approached once again.

Gladio and Nyx set up the fire to the left of the stairs and lit it. While it didn’t brighten the room up in its entirety, tones of yellow, brown and orange began to shimmer in the darkness. The group was quick to gather any torches that remained, lighting them, before setting them back into the holders along the wall. As the light in the room grew, so did the details carved into the walls. Ancient symbols were written in the astral language, words of protection and prophecy. Great carvings cut into the very stone of the walls, and jewels in varying shades placed with care into the sculptures.

It was exquisite to behold, and the prince couldn't help but catch his breath when he saw what remained at the end of the room. The altar was carved from the same rock as the room, six pillars encircling it, standing taller than any man present. Each was carved from a precious stone, to represent the Six who watched over them. They noted the foremost one was of golden-yellow, representing Titan, himself.

“My word,” Ignis let out a quick breath, eyes locked on the beauty of it. “would you look at that?”

“Now that is amazing, dude. I have to get some pictures, am I allowed to do that?”

“Damn, to think all of this has just been sitting here.” Gladio glanced at Nyx as he spoke. “Thousands of years and we never even knew.”

“Yeah, and to think there are five more just like this somewhere out there.” He responded, looking at Noctis who had moved over to the packs they had been carrying. “Are you ok?”

“Yes, but there is a great deal to prepare. I must cook the ceremonial drink, make an offering and complete the ceremony of blessing before the sun rises once again.”

Kneeling down beside him, Nyx placed a hand on his shoulder which made the man glance up at him. “I got ya, but you’re not alone. The King asked us to bring you here, so let us assist you, ok?” Those words compelled the prince to relax as he nodded lightly. “Iggy’s one of the best cooks out there. He can assist you with the drink. What do you need for the blessing?”

“You wouldn’t understand…” Nyx tender hand cupping his face stopping his words as their eyes met.

“Try me.”

Biting his lip for a moment, Noctis nodded and let out a breath. “Dirt.”

“Dirt?” Gladio snorted, finally tearing his eyes away from the beauty of the place to look at them.

“Dirt.” The word was repeated as he sat back on his heels. “You must give what is most precious to you. A farmer must give from his fields, a blacksmith, from his metal. But I am…” Breathing out, dark eyes glanced over at the altar. “I am nevertheless a Lucis Caelum. I descend from the blood of the crystal that lights the world and will never die. What can we give?” He looked past Nyx to meet Gladio’s eyes. “We devote all we are to our people. So it is our land and our blood that we hold precious, it’s all we possess.”

“Fucking hell.” Nyx stood up, shaking his head as he smirked. “I get ya, little prince.”

“Wait, hold on. What do you get?” Nyx glanced over at Gladio as well. “You seem to understand this kid, so why don’t you clue in the rest of us?”

“Look, I don’t know if he got it from us, or we got it from them. What can a tribe give when all they hold dear is the land below their feet and people they protect? Blood and soil.” Gladio’s mouth opened, then closed as the words sunk in. “Nothing is more precious than the blood that runs through your veins and the lands you protect. Gotta remember, Gladio. You’re playing by rules that are over two thousand years old when dealing with him. Times have changed, but I would think you still comprehend the concept of honor?”

“Of course I do!”

Patting his shoulder, Nyx started for the stairs. “Good. Iggy help him with whatever it is he needs to cook up. I need to get some soil.”

By the time Nyx returned, the scene before him had changed. The sleeping bags had been laid out around the fire, and a collapsible cooking spit set over the fire. Prompto sat beside Gladio on one of the beds, flipping through the pictures he’d taken, after securing Noctis’ permission. The prince and Ignis kneeled beside the two metal pots as they spoke quietly. The smell of roasted stew mixed with the cloves, berries, and oranges of the spiced drink hit the hunter as his stomach growled.

“Hungry?”

“For your cooking, always Iggy.” Nyx made his way over to the prince, setting a cloth pouch tied off with string beside him. “Dirt. Hope you appreciate what I do for you,” His eyes went to Ignis, “and why is the bedding out?”

“Ah yes.” Motioning to the men around him, Ignis went back to stirring the stew. “We spoke during your absence. It seems that Noctis is quite right, and daemon cannot enter here. The majority ruled, and we have decided it would be most efficient to camp down here for the evening.”

“Majority meaning all of you and I don’t get a say, huh?” His words were teasing, and his friend simply brushed them off. Looking around once again, Nyx nodded and sat down on his bedroll. “Well it’s a good plan, and no one comes out here so we should be left alone.”

Soon the smell of food permeated the air, and all of them had moved a bit closer to the fire, awaiting the meal that had been prepared. Noctis helped by dishing out the soup as Ignis pulled out some bread Prompto had picked up in Hammerhead. Once everyone had some, the room fell silent, only the happy sounds of munching could be heard.

“Hey, Noct?” Scooting a little closer, the blonde grinned up at him as Noctis shoved another spoonful of soup into his mouth. “So that drink you made? When do we try it?”

Swallowing, he sat the spoon in his bowl. “It is a special drink that is given before one performs the blessing ceremony to Titan. Are you asking to complete the rite alongside me?”

“Um, sure dude why not!” Seeing that he hadn’t been expecting that answer, the prince let out a laugh. “What? I mean, can you like even do it alone?”

“While it is uncommon, yes you can. Giving the situation, I believe the Archaeon would recognize my position and forgive me. Anyway, you would have to provide an offering.”

“Oh! Can do, buddy!” Yanking his bag over, the blond pulled out a packet. “So like, I guess my thing is pictures. It helps me remember stuff, so I can give him one of those.” There was uncertainty in his eyes as those oddly colored violet-blue orbs met the princes. “I mean, do you think he’d like it?”

Noctis teared up, coughing as he looked down at his bowl for a moment. “I think Titan would find it appropriate.” The words were whispered, but his appreciation was clear as he glanced back up. “The very fact that you wish to learn my ways, I… thank you, Prompto.”

In the end, all four had decided to complete the rite with the prince, seeing how important it was to him. Each finding something of themselves they could offer up to the Astral. Now they stood close to the fire as Noctis finished up the explanation of how the ritual would proceed. “I am no Priest of Titan, but I will perform the rite as well as I can.” Handing each a cup, he filled it with the hot liquid. “Please, do not drink until the time has come. Just do as I do, as I have instructed you.”

Ignis looked at the other three, then nodded. “Understood, we trust you Noctis.”

Bowing his head, Noctis made his way to the altar of Titan as the other four remained a few feet behind him. They stood there quietly when suddenly one of the most lovely tenors Nyx had ever heard exited the man's lips and echoed through the chamber. It created a reverberation within the room that was one of the oddest sounds the man had heard in his life. Orange, yellow and brown gems within the walls pulsed with power. The room glowing bright and dim as Noctis continued the song that had no words, and yet seemed to speak volumes. Then the trembling came, it wasn’t a violent crash but a gentle rocking that seemed to sweep through the room then recede.

“Nu mañ vaju jachu fax chadañ!”

The deep voice seemed to come from everywhere, and yet there was no presence other than the five of them. Looking upon the altar, Noctis held the cup up with both hands. “It is I, Noctis Lucis Caelum. First son of Regis Lucis Caelum, the Third King of Lucis. Blessed of Shiva, Beholden to the Goddess Etro, who reigns over life and death.” A rumbling occurred once again as the four looked at one another, but the Prince didn’t falter in his words. “Chosen of the crystal to become the King of Kings, that our light may forever shine and see the scourge, and the accursed be abated!” His words were greeted with silence, dark eyes closing. “I have come seeking your blessing upon the fall equinox, as all of my blood have done since the rise of Solheim. Will you accept?”

It seemed as if they were holding their breath, the stones around them continuing to pulse with power. But it was the silence that reigned.

“Noctis.” Nyx went to move, an odd feeling filling him, telling him that he should be at the man's side. Seeing the prince shake his head, Nyx stayed where he was.

“I have done all you urged.” His words were a whisper, but the room amplified them. “I know I have failed once, and the Gods saw fit to take all I knew away!” Noct’s voice hitched, eyes squeezing closed. “I have nothing left but the prophecy that the Gods placed upon my shoulders as a child. I will fulfill my calling, but you must have faith in me!”

Once again there was silence, and then a rumbling. “Gud…”

Letting out a shaky sigh of relief, Noctis nodded and drank from the cup in his hands. The other four did as well. “God of Earth, Archaeon, mighty Landforger. I beseech you to recognize this offering for it is all I am and all I will ever be.” Setting the dirt on the altar, he opened up the cloth it had been wrapped in, then grabbed his knife. “The land that I preserve, the people that I have been sworn to safeguard.” Wrapping his hand around the blade, he pulled quickly as blood flowed from his closed fist onto the dirt. “The blood of my line, the name of Lucis Caelum that was granted to us by the crystal. This I give to thee, Titan Lord of the Lands.”

Bowing, he stepped back as the others went up to the altar and uttered their names. They, also, left their gifts but Nyx seemed more concerned with Noctis than trying to win over an Astral's favor.

As they made their way back to the fire, Nyx held out a hand. “Let me see the wound.”

“I’m fine.” Noctis seemed tired, drained now that the rite had been concluded.

“That wasn’t what I said, or even asked.” Hauling him over to their camp, Nyx pushed the prince down onto his bedroll and rummaged through his bag. Grabbing a potion, he saw Noctis shake his head. “Let. Me. Help. You.” When it was obvious the prince wouldn’t oppose him further, Nyx started to clean the blood away. “So, wanna explain all that?”

“Not really."

"Fine, then suffer in silence." That got Nyx a look, but the younger man soon gave in.

"Some Gods are harder to convince than others. Due to what occurred before I… slept, It is obvious a few may feel my failures are not yet forgiven. They may not be as willing to speak or recognize my words.”

“Fuck em.” Noctis hissed as the hunter pressed the cloth against the cut. “You do what you need to do, don’t let them hold you to some higher standard. You’re never going to please a god, and you’re smart enough to know what has to be done. Anyway, the King asked us you help you out for a while… and until he says otherwise I plan on doing that. Not that I needed a great deal of convincing, it’s obvious that you need someone to watch over you.”

“Do I?” He was amused, and a bit flatter as well. Not that he would admit the last. “Your concern and continued help are appreciated, Nyx Ulric.”

“Good. You’re stuck with me, little prince.” Seeing that the wound was clean, Nyx poured a bit of the potion onto a fresh rag and pressed it to the wound. “Stop hurting yourself to make them happy. Understood?” Hearing a light yawn, Nyx glanced over at Noctis as he nodded.

Moving a bit closer, the prince curled up against his side as Nyx continued to clean the myriad of cuts on his palm and fingers. “I hear your words, and shall follow if you wish it.”

“Stubborn brat.” Taking his time to wrap each cut, Nyx allowed Noctis to fall asleep against him.

Nyx village laid on the opposite side of the island. It was far from the noise and vibrancy of, what many considered, a tourist town and Noctis couldn’t help but be grateful. The holiday decorations that covered the homes here were subtle, yet more heartfelt. Sprigs of an evergreen mounted across doorways and wrapped around windows. Family colors hung from the branches or laid entwined among the greenery as ribbons and colored beads caught the light. Doors remained open in welcome, despite the chill in the air, as the fire's heat poured out onto the narrow streets and people came and went.

Noctis took this all in, dark azure eyes were hidden by equally dark fringe, peaking in the homes and watching the ensuing chaos that came with it. A few villagers had stopped them, greeting Nyx, and welcoming him home for the holidays. He’d found dried fruits and warm drinks pressed into his hands, making Prompto giggle as Ignis commented on the friendliness of the villagers. Throughout the walk, the Lucian Prince had remained silent, minus a few whispered words of thanks. It was understandable, Nyx knew that the Galahd Noctis expected and the one he saw was different, so he let the man soak it in. If he had questions, they would come in time.

When they had made it to his home, his mother had greeted them with surprise at seeing her son, but joy, nonetheless. Hours later, after she’d fussed and filled their stomachs with rich stews and warm drinks. After she had straightened up the few extra rooms, with Ignis’ help, despite her scoldings and insistence that he rested. And they had agreed on the sleeping arrangements, finally feeling at ease with their surroundings. Once the others had laid down, and he had placed a tender kiss on his mother's forehead as she made her way to her room; that was when he’d grabbed a fire-warmed blanket and gone looking for the prince who’d slipped out at some point. It hadn’t taken long for Nyx to locate him beyond the house, standing on a hill that overlooked the ocean.

Wrapping the blanket around his shoulders, they both stood there silently for a time as Noctis pulled the warmed material closer. “... Den her helligdag?” His words were breathy and soft, kept low, cautious. Perhaps he was afraid someone would overhear them, question the language he spoke, and Nyx could understand why.

Noctis had habitually spoken in Nyx ancestral tongue when they were alone, though the Lucian tongue had changed little and he could speak it fluently. In his homeland, they called it the language of the ancients, of the original tribes. A dialect that had slipped through their fingers as time had passed; as Galahd had become part of Lucis and their words became influenced by a foreign kingdom that had formed over the generations. Considered a dead language, it was a part of Lucian history. Studied by those who would recreate the past, as young scholars came seeking primeval relics to prove theories and facts. It was something they taught in the villages of his people, so the newest generations wouldn’t forget where they’d come from. All born on the islands knew it to some extent, and small children used it as a secret language in their games. But, as they grew and found little use to hold onto the old tongue, most had let it slip away.

So, to hear those words spoken fluently, full of confidence and without relent? Well, it had been eye-opening to see. His mother’s tongue had flowed like the rivers of his homeland, calm and serene. Noctis spoke, and the words were likened to waves crashing into the rocky cliffs below. It was awe-inspiring to hear the language of his forefathers spoken as it would be thousands of years ago, and Nyx, well he couldn’t deny the words falling from foreign lips were anything but beautiful…

"Nyx, fortæl mig hvad denne helligdag går ud på?"

Pulled from his thoughts, the hunter turned those words over in his mind and smiled. Somehow with his, somewhat vague, recollection of his childhood studies and Noctis grasping how Galahdian had changed; the two had come to an understanding. “This holiday is the winter solstice. Replying to the question asked. “Didn’t you have anything like this?”

“Similar, but not like this… our focus lay on the Astrals.”

“Ah, I don’t know. I guess it’s more a celebration of Shiva if you want to look at it like that.” He spoke slowly, knowing that like himself, Noctis would have to take in the words to understand his own tongue.

“Shiva?” Lips pressed together into a thin line as dark eyes glanced back to the ocean. “For Shiva?”

“Yeah,” He thought for a moment, of the old stories and tales his father had told him and his sister when they were young. “I know what you’ve told me.” Walking over to a log, he sat and patted the space beside him. With hesitance, Noctis made his way over and sat as well. “When I was a little brat and don’t say anything… believe me, I was a brat.” Nyx saw a hint of a smile as the prince buried his face in the blanket. “I was told stories of Shiva’s wrath and that all of this was done to honor and placate her. Offerings for the winter to be kind, that her ill favor wouldn’t fall on our people.”

His nose scrunched up as those words hit him, tilting his head to meet icy eyes. “Why would Galahd incur her ill will?” To him, it made little sense but he now knew of the histories recorded. The lies that had spread across Eos and Nyx could read it in his eyes.

At times the Lucian came off as cold, unmoved by the world and people he met. But those eyes, like the clear night sky, enveloped in stars. He had marveled at the pure emotions that his eyes alone could hold once he’d learned to read the man. It wasn’t that he didn’t care, but that the world around him was so unfamiliar, he was unsure of the proper way to react. “You know why, due to the fall of Solheim. Ifrit had given the humans fire, knowledge, allowed them to prosper and grow. Then betrayed them, destroyed them. Shiva, who loved the people, cursed Ifrit and his followers… we are the people of Ifrit. Many are superstitious that her wrath will fall on us if we do not show her we regret what Ifrit did.”

“Mm, you are the people of Ifrit.” He repeated the words, thought on them for a time while they sat there. In all honestly, Nyx figured that the conversation between them was over at that point. So when he finally spoke, the hunter had jumped before looking back at him. “Do you believe? Believe that Shiva would do such a thing, that Ifrit did such a thing?”

“I know what you have said, and you were there.” Noctis bit his bottom lip but didn’t look away from Nyx gaze. “I have been raised to believe this my whole life, Noctis. Ifrit, Shiva, the fall and the Astral’s war… it’s in my blood, in the very person I am. So you tell me? Should I believe?”

“No.” Noctis didn't hesitance in his answer, watching as the man, the hunter, the Galahdian beside him relaxed. “Ifrit was honorable, and Shiva benevolent. She would never bring her wrath upon those that her beloved adored.”

Nyx allowed those words to take hold, running them over in his mind. It seemed odd to hear that everything he’d ever thought true, was a lie. At the same time, it brought with it a strange sense of relief. “We should get inside.” Standing, he brushed off his pants and held out a hand for Noctis. Feeling the chilled hand slide into his own, Nyx took his other and placed it on top. “You’re freezing, and it looks like it might rain so we should get in. I guess it’s a good thing we are sharing my old room, won’t wake anyone up.”

“Yes, it seems you desire to keep me close by.” While he’d meant as a comment, Nyx could hear the question lingering below the surface. Noctis’ curiosity, an inclination to understand him as much as Nyx was trying to understand this prince that had become entangled in his life.

But, he didn’t understand his own feelings and knew he wouldn’t be able to explain the whys of what he did. Not now. Not when he was looking at him like that, so he laughed and brushed it off. “You want to know the ironic thing about winter solstice?” He was rambling, avoiding the question he didn’t know answers to. Trying to ignore the warmth inside himself that inevitably pulled him back to the pale beauty before him. “It never snows. I mean, we do get snow a month after but mostly it rains. Shame, we won’t be here long and I haven’t seen much snow since leaving home.”

As the last words left his lips, a drop of water hit his face, but it wasn’t what he’d expected. It was soft, chilly, and melted against his skin before running down his cheek and soaking into his shirt. His eyes shot up, widening as fat white flakes cascaded from the sky at a slow, lazy pace. For a moment he thought he was seeing things, it hadn’t been cold enough for snow. Yet there was a sudden drop in the temperature, and he could feel the chill run through him.

“Snow.”

Nyx turned on the smaller male, mouth opening and closing a few times as tried to properly form the words he wanted to say. “Did you do this? Shiva, she saved your life, right? Did you ask her to do this?”

“Do you see Shiva?” Nyx gaze fell to the little smile playing at the corner of Noctis’ lips. “It must be a change in weather patterns.”

Nyx shook his head, knowing he wouldn’t get anything but that from the man. Watching the snow reminded him of stars tumbling from the sky, and he couldn’t help the grin that spread across his face. A puff of white, foggy air, left him as Nyx continued to stare in awe at the puffy flakes. “Thank you.” He barely registered the whispered ‘you’re welcome’, as Noctis took his hand and moved closer to his side.

By morning the ground was pure white with a good foot of snow. The clouds above continuing to drop soft fat flakes throughout the day into the following night in a slow, but a steady storm. A fire burned throughout, keeping the house warm as Prompto dragged Ignis outside and played with the other children that had gathered. Gladio took it as the time to catch up on the book he'd been wanting to read, and Nyx and Noctis? They sat side by side, sipping on warm spiced teas and continued to watch the snowfall.

-

He’d lost his home, his family, his traditions… living in a strange city where everything around him made Nyx feel like a stranger. This wasn’t his world, there was no smell of the ocean or richly flavored kebabs cooking on the outdoor grills. He couldn’t hear the rivers in the distance while they hunted in the forests that surrounded the village, or the many waterfalls that made a slow decent’s in the canyons beyond. When he looked up there wasn’t the deep blue of the ocean out to the horizon. Or the infinite blue of the sky, stretching out, and there was no end.

No, the city was industrial and cold, built from concrete and shades of grey. Food that meant to mimic his homeland smelled fake to him and sat heavy in his stomach. The magical wall that protected them closed in around him, and the walls made everything feel so confined. At times Nyx felt like he couldn’t breathe…

Nyx had been in Insomnia for 10 years when he first met the prince. He’d reached a point where he didn’t know what he was doing anymore, what his purpose was or why he was even still there. King Regis had always been his reason, his excuse… but even that had lost its meaning. Then there was Noctis. He had started as this quiet boy, hiding in a library on his birthday trying to bribe him with chocolates. It was amusing, cute even. Then he’d come to train with him and suddenly there was this spitfire of a boy, a man, who was pushed into his life.

He could breathe, and the world around him seemed to change. Suddenly, the deep blue of the ocean that he’d missed so much was echoed in the prince’s eyes. The endless sky, found in the crystalline blue of his warps. His gentle chuckles and fits of laughter flowed like the waterfalls and rivers of his home.

Nyx wanted to live again, for this man he’d never expected to need. That was, until this moment…

Pale blue blinked, as he tried to process exactly what was happening. “This is revenge, isn’t it.” Noct shook his head, not understanding the comment, looking at the plate of food and then at Nyx. “This is what I get for making you try to eat vegetables a few weeks ago.”

Snorting, the prince picked up a fork and took a bite from his dish. “Is it really that bad?” He had to admit, it did taste a bit… off.

“Noctis, baby. I love you more than life, but this… what is it?!”

Pushing around the food, he picked up a card that had been laying on the table. “Well, Ignis left this card here and it sounded good. It’s supposed to be Fish Tacos.” Nyx gave him a look of confusion before regarding the food on his plate again. “Look I didn’t have everything, okay? Like canola oil? What even is that? So I used some butter, cuz it’s kinda oily. Oh, and lime juice? Well, I had orange juice and I figured that was close. I mean… they are both a kinda fruit, right… and a juice. Chili powder, well I know its kinda red, and cinnamon is kinda red…”

“Noctis… baby.” he had to stop him, because honestly - he didn’t want to know what else he’d substituted to make this disaster. “Love of my life…”

“Yeah?”

“Please, just leave the cooking to me.” His nose scrunched up, looking a bit upset and Nyx knew he’d tried his best. Walking around the counter, he placed a light kiss on his nose and then a proper kiss to his lips. “How about I teach you a few…simple, really…really basic recipes. You can surprise me next time?”

“You mean it?” Nyx hated seeing him upset, and it was obvious the prince was. “I mean, I didn’t think it was that bad.”

“It was very…interesting. I mean, I’ve tasted worse?” That seemed to make him happier, sniffling a bit as he looked up. “I swear, it’s not awful. I mean I won’t die from it.” At least he hoped he wouldn’t die. “I know a really nice, simple fish recipe and I know how much you love fish. Is there any left?”

“Yeah, Gladio and I went fishing a few days ago while you were busy.”

Of course, they did, explains why the prince was so excited to surprise him. “Why don’t we bush this off as learning, and make something together. I’ll even let you do all the work. Ok?” That made him brighten up, standing on his toes to place a kiss to the glaives lips.

“You’re the best boyfriend I could ever ask for, Nyx.”

He smiled, placing a kiss on his forehead. Thank the six he had a strong stomach. Taking the dishes, he dumped the food into the trash and Noctis grabbed a fresh fish out of the fridge so the two could start over.

Closing the book, his worry prompted him to stand, making his way over to his charge. “Noct, if I may, it would seem that you are highly distracted by unspoken thoughts. Therefore, I wish to offer my services, as your friend and adviser, if you wish to speak to someone.”

He glanced up at the sandy blonde, releasing a noise that resembled one of annoyance as their eyes met. Soon, Ignis found the prince distracted as the city occupied his attention, disregarding his attempt to speak. Taking that as a sign, he made his way over to the coffee table, gathering his papers. He wasn’t one to push Noctis to speak. In the past, he'd found that forcing the issue never worked, and Ignis knew that he would come to him in time if allowed to think on his own. Picking up his leather case, he was ready to depart when the Prince called his name.

“Yes, Noct?”

He continued to look out the window for a moment, before finally speaking. “I want your opinion on the Kingsglaive and the immigrants of Insomnia.”

Caught by the unexpected question, Ignis considered the words as he moved closer to Noctis and took a seat. “May I inquire the reason behind such a question?” A light pink stain covered the heir’s cheeks. “Would it have anything to do with the gentleman who came to pick you up last week?”

“I'm asking for your opinion on a subject, not for you to analyze my reasoning behind it." The words and posture presented to him were defensive as Noct finally glanced over at him. Whatever the reason, he knew he wouldn’t get it by forcing his hand. At times Noctis’ mood could change rapidly, and he could be unpredictable. Ignis found it better to humor the man, rather than test him. “Now, will you participate in this conversation or not?

“Forgive me, your highness. I will gladly answer any question you wish to present." Ignis hadn’t seen the prince like this before, interested in the affairs of his kingdom, and it intrigued him.

“Good.” A light hum fell from his lips, glancing back towards the window. “I am requesting your personal opinion when it comes to the glaives and the immigrants that live within the walls of Insomnia.”

Sitting back in the chair, Ignis tried to find the best way to word his answer, but he couldn’t find one. “If you are requesting my opinion, then I am afraid I’ll have to be quite blunt.” That caught Noct’s attention, as he motioned for him to continue. “As Your Highness knows I am not from Lucis, having moved here from Tenebrae at a young age to become your advisor. In that light, the citizens of Insomnia might consider me an immigrant if it were not for my place at your side. That said, I feel they are treated unfairly.”

“Who?”

“All of them, Noct.” The prince’s eyes fell to the dark wood of his desk, considering those words as Ignis continued. “As a member of the Kingsglaive, one is required to risk their lives for the protection of Insomnia. If that is the accepted role, explain why they do not receive the same respect as the Crownsguard, who protect within the wall?" His words were upsetting the prince, a frown marring his features as his attention turned back it his adviser. “Our nobles would treat them as if they are a means to an end, that a life given by a glaive is less than one given by a Crownsguard. I am afraid that I dislike that attitude greatly.”

“I see.” He whispered as Ignis pulled off his glasses to clean them.

“The immigrants within Insomnia fare no better, Noct. Many are seen as an unwelcome guest within the city walls, yet a great majority of them are Lucian. That said, those born within Insomnia are held at a higher worth than those who are not.” He could see understanding dawn in the midnight hues of his prince, sliding his glasses back in place. “Is this the information you sought?”

Nodding, Noctis remained silent for a time and thought over what his adviser has said. “It is. I think I've always known this, but I never felt it was my job to fix it. I am not their king.” Ignis let a quick breath escape him as Noctis frowned. He noted the doubt forming as his words processed, overwhelmed by the information. “I just… I don’t know what I’m doing anymore Iggy. I feel like I would fuck it up worse than it is! What’s the point of trying if I can’t help anyone?”

“Noctis…”

“I’m right, aren’t I?” The chair scraped across the floor as he stood, walking towards the windows. “Everyone knows how worthless I am; even I know how worthless I am!” A hand clutched his left wrist, as dark eyes fell to the equally dark fabric. “I am no threat in the nobles eyes. I’m so pathetic someone tried to kill me… and they would have succeeded if that damn glaive hadn’t of gotten in the way. Maybe it would have been better,” Pausing, his hands fell to his sides and he rested his forehead against the cool glass. “everyone on the Council knows what I did. I’m a fuck up, and I’ve let my father down in the worst way possible.” His eyes turned glassy as tears formed. “I can’t change how I am, and at this point, you’d make a better heir than I ever would.”

“And yet, for better or worse, you are the heir and this will be your kingdom one day, Noctis. You have seen the world for what it is, can you stand idly by and allow such conditions to become commonplace?” Taking a few steps towards the prince, he didn’t dare touch him. Not in his current mindset. “No one is holding you back from achieving all that you can be, from being a good king, but you. Those people out there, they are your people! If you can’t believe in that singular fact, how can you trust them to believe in their King?”

“I know you’re right, I just…”

“No, Noctis. I am right, and you will be a good king. If you can’t have faith in that, well then I shall have faith for you until such time that you can see how right I am. The people care about you, and so does your father.”

An undignified snort fell from the prince, deep blue gazing over at him as he pushed away from the window. “They only see a prince, a part that I play - supposedly for the greater good. They have no idea what I have done.”

“It doesn’t matter, one cannot look back and change what they have already seen. You can use what you have done, to change what you will do with your future.” Ignis didn’t know how many times he’d told him that in many different ways. Still, the stubborn man held onto a past he could do nothing about. “Now, since we have that behind us, shall we continue with this conversation?” When Noctis didn’t object to his suggestion, Ignis sat back in the chair he’d been occupying. “What brought about this sudden interest in the immigrants of Insomnia? It wouldn’t happen to do with a certain, and a quote, ’damn glaive’ who saved your life and took you out last week, would it?” He'd already asked once but felt that he might receive a response to his inquiry this time.

“Maybe,” The words were soft, reaching for the pen he’d sat down as his fingers started to idly play with it. “When I was with him, and I met the other glaives, they treated me like I was a nobody.” He was quick to add, “I mean it in a good way.” Those words relaxed the elder before him. “I wasn’t mocked for my station or looked down on. They didn’t hold my title over my head or treat me like I was glass. I received the respect that they gave one another, and it was…refreshing. I can’t understand why the Lucian people can’t treat them as they treated me?”

“Ah,” That was the true question, and unfortunately Ignis knew Noctis wouldn’t like his answer. “many feel that one’s breeding justifies their character and place in society. While they are part of the Kingdom, they are not looked at as Lucian, but Galahdian. Therefore, they justify their actions that not all are created equal by exaggerating minor differences.”

The clattering of the pen as it hit the desk was the only sound in the room. Noctis leaned back into his chair, eyes locked on a random point as he took in those words, but they felt so wrong. “We would look down on those who serve us, forgetting they are the ones who make this freedom possible. Their lives are worth more than this,” Pale fingers tugged at his sleeves, eyes narrowing as dark orbs met the aqua blue of his friends. “you will help me change this.”

“Always, Your Highness.”

A smile pulled at his lips, resting his arms on the desk as he moved closer to Ignis. “I want you to find all the reports that have been submitted that reference the immigrants and glaives. Suddenly, I find myself very interested in what it is the council has been doing for my people.” He could see that Iggy seemed pleased with these words. “It’s odd, I feel so awake. Like, I’ve been sleeping in a never-ending night and now dawn is finally breaking. This glaive, he’s making me see things I never knew I was missing. I don’t know if I’m excited or scared for my life… but I will follow do what I feel is best for my people.

”Spoken like a King, Your Highness.“

He reached back to rub his neck, a sign of nervousness that Ignis knew well when it came to his young charge. “Mm, not yet. I’m not ready, and I haven’t earned it yet. I’ve been sleepwalking for so long and just playing a part, my people deserve better. You know Ignis,” He hummed lightly, to show Noct that he was listening. “sometimes I wonder, why me? Why was I born into this, and why did the crystal and the gods decide I was meant for this role? I’ve messed up so often, you’d think they would have abandoned me by now.”

“Having said it multiple times, I’ll say it once again. Stop doubting yourself, have faith that the Six know what they are doing.”

“I know,” There was a hesitation, it was hard for him to believe in himself when he’d been doubting for so long. “Just… Ignis do as I ask. I’ve had enough of lectures for the time being.”

Standing from the chair, Ignis bowed but didn’t move from the spot. “I shall do as you wish, but we need permission.”

There was the part of politics that was more of a game, something that Noctis honestly despised. Nothing could ever be easy, it was all ass kissing and playing nice. “Fine, and I’m guessing I’ll have to go through the council if I want this information?” While the idea didn’t appeal to him, he was invested in this and would do what he had too.

“No, you simply need to ask your father for access to the records.”

“Tch,” Pale hands fell to the desk as he pushed himself up. “That’s better than the council. I suppose I should be the dutiful son and go ask him? At least, I’m guessing that is the point you’re trying to make?”

A smile pulled at his lips, responding with complete innocence. “Your Highness, I would never dare to tell you what to do. Simply, advise you on the course of action that should be taken. On that note, I believe your father would be relieved to see you showing interest in a kingdom that you will one day run.”

“Yeah, guess you’re right.” Making his way into the hall, Noctis shoved his hands into his pockets and looked to his adviser. “Dads in his office right about now, yeah?”

Ignis pulled a small planner from his coat pocket and glanced over it, nodding. “Your father should have completed his afternoon session with the council, assuming the schedule hasn’t changed.” Closing the book, he placed it back into his pocket. “If it hasn't, then yes. Your father would retire to his office, so checking there first would be wise.”

Noctis, once again, thanked the gods that his father would be within the part of the Citadel that many considered their home. A handful of trusted nobles were the only ones with access to these floors, unlike the Council Chambers and Throne Room, where members of the King's staff conducted much of their official duties. There, one could find businessmen looking to win the government over for their own goals, and representatives from outside the wall scattered throughout the halls as they conducted talks. While he wasn’t King, and many on the council knew of his disinterest, that didn’t stop others from looking for his favor. “I want you to wait outside while I speak with my father.”

“As you wish.”

The Crownsguard ignored him as he made his way to them and knocked on a pair of dark double doors. Little time passed before one opened as the elder Shield came into view. “Clarus,” He could see the displeasure written on his face, and if it was due to the argument with his son or the council, he wasn’t sure. “I need to see my father, alone.”

“Noctis?” Regis smiled as he motioned for his son to enter. Standing slowly, he used the edge of the desk to make his way towards his son to hug him. “Look at you, so very handsome.” Placing a tender kiss to his forehead, the prince blushed and rolled his eyes.

“Really dad, you’re acting like you haven’t seen me in years.”

“Son, when you’re in my position a few days of dealing with the council can feel like years.” The comment made them chuckle, as he motioned for his son to sit and made his way back to his chair. “I heard you say that you wish to speak with me alone?” He nodded, and Regis looked over at Clarus. “Could you wait outside, my friend.”

It wasn’t a request, and the Shield knew it. “Majesty,” He spared one last look at the two, exiting the room.

“Finally, a bit of time alone together.” Noctis could see that his father’s pleasure in having a bit of time together, knowing it wouldn’t last long and made it a point to come see him more often. “Now, let’s talk a bit… Clarus informed me of an argument between Gladio and yourself. That you left the Citadel without your Shield?” He went to speak but saw his father wave off the explanation. “Ignis has informed me of the glaive who saved your life, that he was the one who took you out that evening?”

“Yeah, to all of that dad. We fought, and I left with one of the Kingsglaive.” His fingers idly played with the arms of the chair as he watched his father, who seemed highly interested in what he had to say. “Um, he took me down to the immigrant districts and I understand if you’re upset but I was safe the whole time. There were these two other glaives, and they kept an eye on me. Gladio just worries too much.”

“For very good reason, my son.”

“I know because I’m a fuck up and none of you think you can trust me.” Noctis could see his words upset his father and looked away. “I’m trying hard dad… I haven’t had any more…” The frustration he felt didn’t help the conversation and knew it upset his father to remember his past indiscretions. At times he wished they could forget everything, and that everyone could trust his judgment. Then, he realized that he deserved this type of reaction and had only brought it on himself. “Dad, I had a good time with him and I wouldn’t mind seeing him again.”

“I see,” They both fell silent for a moment, Regis clearing his throat. “Well, I know I shall receive a lecture for what I am about to say.” Noctis glanced back at his father, the slight confusion obvious due to his words. “As long as you are with this glaive, this…”

“Nyx, dad. Nyx Ulric.”

“Yes, this Nyx Ulric, I’ll allow you to leave the Citadel without your Shield.” He could see his son’s face light up at those words. “But as a caveat to that, should I find that you have fallen back on old habits then I will not allow you out of this building.”

“Fair.” It was, and considering he hadn’t come here with such a conversation in mind, Noctis felt lucky to see his father was starting to trust him again. Feeling now was a good time to bring up his real reason for coming, he leaned forward in his chair. “Not that I don’t enjoy our father and son time, but I did have a reason to come see you. I want you to allow me access to the records room.” He could see his father becoming highly interested in his words. “I require the records pertaining to the glaives and immigrants for the last five years.”

One hand rose to run through his beard, watching his son intently and to his credit, Noctis didn’t look away. “May I be nosy and ask why?”

Noctis knew his father had a right to know, after all, he was the King. “When I was with him, I saw things I didn’t like. That I couldn’t agree with. I want to know what resources are going into the Kingsglaive and the immigrant districts.” Lacing his fingers together, he squeezed tightly to calm himself. “I want to help them if I can, no it’s more than that. I need to help them; they are Lucian as we are, and they deserve better.”  

At first, his father said nothing, didn’t acknowledge his words in any way, but then Regis smiled. “Granted. You know you can do little without my support, so I want weekly reports. You will inform me of your findings, and how you suggest we fix the issues you have come across.”

“Agreed, and Ignis will have access to the records room so he can help with my work?”

“Of course, my son.”

“Seems we understand one another.” He went to rise, but his father’s voice caught his attention.

“This glaive,” The look he gave Noctis was curious and yet amused. “the one who inspired this change in you. Shall we be seeing him again soon?” A light blush rose on the prince’s cheeks as he said those words, playing with the ends of his sleeves. “Might we be interested in this glaive, my son?”

“…interested is a word for it.” He whispered, biting his lower lip in thought. “Yeah, definitely interested.”

“I thought you might be.” Reaching for a folder, Regis pushed it towards his son. It took him a moment to move closer, but Noctis took it and looked inside. “You can choose to look or to leave it be. I was curious about this man who inspired to you run off with him.” That wasn’t exactly what had happened, but he knew better than to argue with his father - especially when he was in a teasing mood. “When the man saved your life, his name rang a bell. Though, it wasn’t until you left with him that I actually looked into the glaive.”

“Oh, and he's…”

“A bit of a troublemaker.” Normally he would see that as a bad thing, but the amusement on the King's face spoke otherwise. “He doesn’t like to follow rules, and Captain Drautos has vented about this particular glaive numerous times. That said, he’s saved many of his fellows out in the field while on missions. He’s decorated for his bravery and valor, and a loyal member of the Kingsglaive.”

Pulling the folder to his chest, Noctis bowed his head. “Thank you, Dad.”

“You may go now, but we will have dinner this Sunday evening. I’ll see you in my private rooms at seven sharp, and I want to know more about this gentleman.” Huffing slightly, Noctis made his way out of the office as Clarus re-entered.

“Do I want to know what that was about?”

“Mm, about glaives, immigrants, and interests.” That made the Shield arch a brow. “Tell Gladio to be patient with Noctis. I’ve decided to give him a bit of freedom and see what he does with it… and this glaive? He’s no danger to Noctis, this may end up helping both of them.”

“As you wish Majesty, I believe my son will be pleased as long as the Prince is happy and healthy.”

“I couldn’t agree more, my friend. I want to believe the problems of the past are behind him.”

)o(

Pale blue orbs watched the cup in his hands, tanned fingers running up and down the sides. The amber colored liquid that filled said cup sloshed lightly within, though the glaive wasn’t paying attention to the contents. It had been a week since he’d last heard from the little prince he’d saved out of instinct, and Nyx wondered if he’d done something wrong? Perhaps it had been the kiss, but the prince had kissed him first. Had he been too touchy?

He wanted to text him, ask if he had offended him in some way. After all, he was a simple immigrant who got lucky in the Kingsglaive, not some noble who could do as he liked. Then, he thought maybe he was being paranoid and Noctis, he was busy being the Prince of Lucis. Frowning deeper, a hand smacked him hard on the head and pulled him from his thoughts. Golden liquid sloshed from the cup and across the table as Nyx looked up at his company. “You owe me another beer.”  

“Well damn, you’re a fucking cheap date then.” Crowe smiled, taking the seat across from him as Pelna gave him a light pat on his arm and joined his girlfriend. “Thought you could hold your liquor better than that, glaive!” The words were teasing as she grabbed a few napkins and started to mop of the mess on the table. “Anyway, you weren’t even drinking it.” Piling the napkins to the side, Crowe pulled the cup from his hand and took a drink. “So, can I ask what has you so distracted, or can I guess? Would it be a cute little thing that spends his days locked up in a castle tower?”

“Crowe,”

She waved off the warning tone and sat the cup down. “He seems like a really sweet kid, obviously has issues, but sweet. On top of it, you really seem to like him.”

“Doesn't matter.” He could see the questioning look she gave him. “Seriously, do I need to spell this out for you? I am a glaive, Crowe. An immigrant glaive to make it worse, and these people…they see us as a means to an end.”

“You honestly think that kid sees you as a way to get something?”

Taking the glass back, Nyx downed the remaining liquid and started to play with the cup again. “No, I wasn't saying that. He’s a good kid, but when it comes down to it I’m a glaive that got lucky saving his life and got a date out of it.”

Rolling her eyes, Crowe glanced at her boyfriend who continued looking at Nyx before speaking. “Yeah, but you also told him you’d take him out again and he agreed. So it’s not just one date, Nyx. You’re already making it more, and he doesn’t seem to be putting up much of a fight over it.” Pointing at her boyfriend, she gave her friend a look that was an obvious: I told you so.

Nyx being Nyx, pointedly ignored the woman. “Fine, you got me there, but nothing can happen between us.” Frowning at the looks he was getting, he sat the cup back on the table. “I’m serious, he’s a sweet kid and really needs to get out more, but that’s all I can do for him. This is all I can do for him… all I can be for him. Some glorified bodyguard.”

“Mm, a bodyguard who cuddles and nuzzles him. I bet you fucking kissed him, you asshole!”

“On the forehead!” The words came before he could stop them and the woman across from him smirked. “I hate you so much. Pelna, tell your nosy girlfriend to stay out of my private affairs.”

“Hey, she’s her own woman and I let her fight her own fights. Don’t try and get me involved.” Nyx knew that Pelna was a very wise man. “So, how did the rest of the date go?”

“Why do I feel like you two are working together? Both shrugged and looked as innocent as a regime of Nif’s coming to attack the wall. “I hate you both.” He also knew better, and Crowe had a way of getting information if he wanted her too, or not. “I took him down to that pier I’d found and we watched the fireworks. He seemed to enjoy it, but it got cold so I took him home. The kids different…”

“Well, that sure was an understatement.” She hummed, “So?”

“I mean it, Crowe. He smiled and laughed, but I never really saw it reach his eyes. He’s got some nervous ticks as well, and it wasn’t because of the situation. You don’t get ticks like that out of the fucking blue.” Both nodded in understanding. “Anyway, what kinda royal wants to hang out with the people that protect them?”

“So what you’re saying is the kids got some warning signs? Everything’s not all happy up in that pretty palace he resides in, which wouldn’t surprise me. Sometimes it’s easier to have nothing, then everything. Got a hell more to lose sitting up there living the high life.”

Pelna couldn’t help but agree with Crowe. “As for the ticks, everyone gets them Nyx. Usually, they are connected to some kinda trauma or event in their life.”

“My thought exactly, Pelna.” Crossing his arms on the table, he leaned closer as his voice lowered. “Look, when we first came here there were rumors. Something about the prince and an incident, and over the years he’s always been mentioned but we rarely see him.”

“I know what you’re talking about, but it was very hush-hush, and we were never told.” Brushing her hair back, she leaned her chin on her hand. “As for me, I figured we didn’t see him, so the King could protect him. Harder to target someone when you don’t know what they look like.” Crowe watched the two as they fell silent, contemplating her words.

“Still, something odd is going on.”

“I agree with Pelna, and now that we are talking this out… it’s really starting to bother me.”

“What happened to only being a glaive, not getting involved because that’s all you can be? You’re really concerned for this kid, aren’t you?”

He glared at her, but it didn’t last long because she was right. “Did you hear me say that?”

“No, you didn’t, but you sure as hell are acting like it.” Where did Pelna know little of his past; Crowe had grown up with him after becoming an orphan. She knew Nyx never did anything by halves and put his whole heart into everything. That was the issue, was this prince worth that kinda of time and effort or would it be wasted on him? “Look Nyx, I’m gonna be really blunt and you’re gonna hate me for saying this but I have too.” Taking a breath, she met his glacial eyes. “How do you know he’s any different from the rest of them, and this isn’t some damn game? They enjoy what we give them, the freedom we allow them, but they don’t respect us. When that kid becomes King he’ll forget everything you did for him, he will support the true citizens of Insomnia and we will be forgotten. Again!”

“He’s not like that Crowe,” Arching a brow, Nyx let a sigh escape him. “I know something has happened; he’s been hurt in some way. He’s hiding it, but it’s there and I see it in his eyes.”

“I get that, but it’s not your job to fix him, Nyx. This isn’t Galahd, and he isn’t Selena.” As soon as it left her mouth she regretted saying it.

Pale orbs widened, feeling sick at the mention of his little sister's name. “You need to really think about what you’re gonna say next.” He warned.  

Maybe she had overstepped her bounds accidentally, but it had been the truth. “I… just stop trying to save everyone, Nyx. Every time you do, you’re the one who ends up hurt and you only do it to make some amends for the past. I know that you believe she sees the good you do, but this won’t bring them back and some of us give a shit about you, asshole.” Pushing back from the table, Nyx grabbed his coat and walked out of the little bar they had found him in. “Shit, Nyx! Stay here, Pelna…” Running after him, Crowe spotted him going into a small alley and ran to catch up. “Nyx! Stop…”

“Why, wanna push the knife a bit deeper?” He snapped, turning to look at her.

Shaking her head, Crowe took his hands in her own. “I was wrong to bring it up, and I'm sorry, I just want to know that all of this means something to you. That… you’re not getting all twisted up inside over some kid that will end up using you. I like him; I really do. But is he worth protecting? Is he worth helping?”

Nyx glanced at the wall across from them, he could understand why she worried over him. Galahd had been hard, and he wasn’t going to deny he had emotional scars, nightmares. He’d done everything in his power to save his family, and it had been for nothing. But some unseen force was pulling him to the prince. It reminded him of the Lucian magic that ran through his veins. He couldn’t see it or explain it but it was there and he couldn’t walk away. “Would you believe me, trust me, if I said yes?”

A laugh left her as she shook her head, meeting his eyes. “Do I have a choice? Someone needs to make sure your ass stays out of trouble, you know.” Resigning herself to his whims, Crowe shrugged. “So only thing to do now is to find out what is going on with this little prince of yours.” All the tension he’d been holding in dissolved at those words, a smile pulling at his own lips.

“Thank you, Crowe.”

Wrapping her arm through his, she tugged the older glaive back towards the bar. As they entered, she could see her boyfriend relax as well, knowing he’d been as worried about them and she had been for Nyx. Walking back to the table, Crowe pushed him back towards his chair and took a seat again. Nyx went to sit as well, pulling off his coat when his phone buzzed. “Hm,” Pulling it out, Nyx sat in his chair and unlocked the phone, smiling as he saw the text and who it was from.

“You two ok?” He whispered, leaning over to kiss his girlfriends cheek.

“Yeah, thank’s Pelna.” Again, the phone buzzed and she watched as Nyx smiled. “Let me guess, the cutie trapped in the tower?”

“How did you know?”

“You look disgustingly happy at the moment. So what does he want?”

“Mm, I promised to take him fishing.” While Crowe wanted to know more, but even she could see that he was devoting his attention to the conversation that was taking place via text.  

“And… we’ve lost him.” Pelna gave his girlfriend a sympathetic look and went to get them something to eat and drink.

[16:38:26] Noct: Ah, so I didn’t bug you. What are you doing now?

[16:39:03] Nyx: Obviously more than you, seeing you have time to bother me.

[16:39:47] Noct: Says the smart-ass who answered me. I want to go fishing this weekend, are you available?

[16:40:34] Nyx: Let me get back to you on that.

[16:41:12] Noct: Ok, but it isn’t nice to keep your date waiting.

Shaking his head in amusement, Nyx glanced up as Pelna came back to the table with a pitcher and a tray. “Hope you got me something too.” He said, grinning as the man handed him a plate. “Thanks, hey do you know if we have anything scheduled for this weekend?”

Crowe looked over at Pelna as the man thought over their schedule. “Not that I’m aware of.” Looking back at his food, he grabbed one of the skewers. “Being summoned?”

“Yeah, fishing trip.”

“Do you even know how to fish?”

“It’s been a while,” If he was being honest, it had been longer than ’a while’. “but it's like riding a motorcycle right? Don’t forget how to do it.”

“If you say so.” Somehow he doubted that was true.

[16:44:46] Nyx: Hey there little prince, fishing is a go. When should I pick you up?

[16:45:31] Noct: Meet me at the underground garage Saturday at 6 am, I’ll drive. We need something bigger than a motorcycle.

[16:46:52] Nyx: Sounds perfect, see you there little prince.

Setting the phone aside, he turned his attention back to his friends, enjoying their company for the rest of the evening.