#nagasrays

An ache begins to plague his arm from holding it up over his eyes for so long. The bench isn’t the comfiest thing in the world. Especially when it’s a few minutes past noon and he’s about half a foot longer than it. The prince gives a groan as the sunlight only seems to get brighter. He wouldn’t be out here if it weren’t for Ignis getting at him for never leaving his apartment. Of course, Ignis’ nagging only got worse when Noctis decided to stay in Ignis’ apartment all day instead.

Noctis peaks out from behind his arm to see a robed man standing a few feet away. An idea strikes him and he reaches out towards the others, waving his arm. When it fails to garner any attention, he escalates his rudeness a bit. He’ll apologize later- right now he needs a nap.

And right now, what he needs is... well, alright. Maybe he doesn’t necessarily need it, but the stall filled with scarves of all kinds was calling his name. If there’s one thing he can never get enough of, it’s scarves. And besides, the cooler months were going to be here soon, right? Having a variety to choose from and coordinate was important to him!

“Mmm... this one is nice,” Kaito muses to himself, running violet fabric in between his fingers. He’s so engrossed in his thoughts for a moment that he doesn’t quite notice the person nearby until he finally lifts his head. “Oh, um-- were you wanting to look around too? I didn’t mean to be in the way!”

The android shifts to the side, peering thoughtfully at the stranger for a second. Whether they’re actually looking here or not, he’s not sure, but either way he can offer some help. After a second, the scarf he was holding is swapped for a lighter, more subtle colored-one that he holds up and nods.

“If you’re looking for one of these--I think this one might be a good color!”

    So would the curtain close around her life. Her memories set to flash by in a fleeting moment. She had only existed in this time for little more than two weeks. A span of fourteen days which would change her forever. It would change the life of the boy who sat upon her now. Desperation on his face when he heard her wheeze breath back into her lungs. Her eyes yelling at him to do it. 

Sometimes the best way to save another was through death.

While it was not the outcome she had wished for, it was what was best to protect him. Already had she broken her oath enough as is. She wanted to hold on to this at least, the scattered remains. So she closed her eyes in waiting, braced herself for the kiss of steel; freedom.

Instead did sense warp. The dampness of the cavern replaced with an open breeze. The silence made way to the sounds of a bustling city ahead. It wasn’t still she realized there was no weight upon her though that she sat up quickly.

“Alive.”

Quietly did she speak the words as she looked down at her form. Her wounds were healed yet that was not was caused a mixture of emotions to run across her face. No longer was she blackened. Her armor having returned to its silver brilliance, her dress shimmering a royal blue. No longer where the red seals of contamination running across her body.