#ofargentum

Stuck with me now. I was always too shy to approach, but muahaha. Now we know we are similar.

Okay but this came 110% out of the blue and I literally just woke up disoriented as hell after a long day and I’m....crying? Honest to god? I look at your writing and what you create with your muse and I honest to god think the same? ;-; I’m out here just flailing and trying my best to keep up with so many amazing writers, after a good few years of abandoning my passion for it and I just...

I can’t begin to put into words appropriately - despite all my thesaurus skills - how much this message means to me. Thank you for being such an amazing friend and so easy to talk to even in how little we’ve been following, and thank you for helping me remember how much I adore writing as both a hobby and something to fully enjoy. I am ecstatic people like what I can offer here, little as it is in just written word, and I am beside myself to every time I think someone like you - who I look up to as a writer and how you form your replies so beautifully with such an amazing voice - seems to like my writing ;-; So thank you, again, friend....

“There’s a place to camp just down by the river,” Noctis pointed out, leaning forwards a little from where he sat in the back seat to better allow Ignis to hear him. It would be a while before they came across any motels or hotels, which Noctis preferred to stay in, but at least near a river he’d be able to hopefully get some fishing time in. It’d been a while since he’d taken the time out of the day to do so, for lately the group was constantly on the go with new quests to carry out. After Ravatogh, at least taking a day to recover would be nice.

Resting was hardly ever in Loqi’s agenda, especially when injured. He had assured Prompto that he had faced much worse before while under the Empire’s command, that a few dozen stitches thanks to an unpleasant encounter with some daemons were nothing compared to the list of other injuries he had faced. 

Yet Prompto seemed to be the protective younger brother, for the time being, urging him to sit still and rest while his body recovered. The formal General could only grumble under his breath as he pouted and stayed in bed...Until Prompto wasn’t paying attention.