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I have a suspicious feeling u and Leia are obsessed w bodyguard rowan

HAHAHAH we definitely are!!

Like flowers blooming through cracks in a sidewalk, tenacious and stubborn. Hidden away from the rest of Insomnia, the light of a dying sun through a break in the wall.

Or,

Prompto wasn't going to bother Nyx about this, the man had given him his number but that didn't mean anything. Besides, he can explore the Galahdian markets on his own.

Libertus thought that they were done with it, Nyx had finally seen the kid for himself again and confirmed that they were fine.

Unfortunately for them both, it seems their paths were always going to cross there.

The Galahdian aunties sense gossip like sharks smell blood in water, and Prompto is very confused as to why all these people seem to care about his well being. Characters: Prompto Argentum, Libertus Ostium, mentioned Nyx Ulric, Crowe Altius, Luche Lazarus Link here -> "He's the Flower Between The Cracks"

Dīpaphul are flowers that sprout in the wild winter through spring. They have a sepal that covers the entire bloom during the daytime. When night falls the sepal pulls away sorta like a tulip blooming and the small flower is protected inside. The flower itself is a small glowing orb, that will grow over the winter becoming bigger and bigger until the ball of light seems almost to big for the sepal to support. When spring begins to end and the nights are lesser the flower (the glowing orb) will detach and float away. The orbs float away upwards into the night and eventually descend and land elsewhere in the morning. The seed is contained in the flower orb.

This is usually celebrated by a festival in Galahd and the District. It's seen as the true ending of the darker winter nights, but also a time for letting go.

As the sepal is used as a rare spice, this festival is also a day of rest before people get to work gathering the sepal's before the remaining plant dies.

Because of these flowers, during the night in Galahd there's a natural light in most forests and the bottoms of mountains.

Paniphal - translates to - Water Fruit/Rainbow Berries Larger round berries that grow on bushes. Each berry has mixed swirling colours of pink, purple and blues - affectionately getting them the nickname of "Rainbow Berries."

Cor tried to organise his stream of thoughts. Something was up with the Glaives. The Galahdian Glaives? No not all of them, it was just Ulric’s group specifically.

Cor Leonis has observed the Kingsglaive for years. He can tell when something else has caught their attention, he just doesn't know what.

Nyx would prefer the Marshall straight up ask them what he wants to know. Nyx might not answer but it would be better then feeling his eyes following them! Really why couldn't these Insomnians be more blunt?

Scene from a future fic set somewhere in "For Hearth and Home,"