#rexelectus

What If..? Scenarios | accepting but slowwwww

He didn't-- He didn't know why, he didn't know--

Their numbers were starting to dwindle. The daemons. They were still fighting, yeah, but he noticed it on reloading. A few less emerged from the shadow on the ground each time a new wave came, and then...

"You guys got this." He'd already turned to sprint up the stairs, just knowing. It was a feeling in his gut, it was an instinct he couldn't define, didn't understand, didn't want to understand, it was--

Prompto had no memory of the elevator ride. Little memory of the direction he sprinted in, but he knew, he knew where to go, he knew where Noct was, he knew...

And in some ways, he also knew what he'd find. It wasn't like they hadn't been told. At the campfire. Like he didn't try his best to hold in the sadness and the rage and smile.

Like the weak smile that greeted him after he'd managed to take the stairs three, four at a time, managed to face the throne and-- It--

Noct. He couldn't say it. The... the sword through his chest. The look on his face, the...

He smiled. One more moment. Smiled at him, and then his eyes just sort of...

Dimmed.

So did Prompto. Falling to his knees at his king's feet. Laying his head in his best friend's lap. Sobbing for--

More. More than that. More.

Kin assign me || @rexelectus

" . . . "

@rexelectus. → unprompted ask.

" If you could count the flower petals as the rose dies , are you dying with it . . . or is it living beyond you ?"

❛   that's   a   loaded   question   ,   don't   you   think   ??   ❜ stil   ,   it's   one   cassius   actually   has   to   think   about   for   a   moment.   immortality   had   somewhat   skewed   his   perception   of   death   ,   cassius   finds   ,   it's   difficult   to   think   about   it   when   he's   been  so   distant   from   it   for   millenia   .   one   hand   reaches   out   to   trace   the   petals   of   a   nearby   flower   in   a   vase   as   he   thinks   ,   carefully   choosing   his   words.

❛   the   simple   answer   is   neither   ,   i   think.   you   simply   become   a   spectator   to   death.   the   philosophical   answer   you   want   is   that   the   rose   lives   on   ,   dying   only   when   you   forget   about   it.   ❜ 

a   beat   of   pause. 

The treaty signing was only a few weeks away and just about everything was in place. He had steered a good number of the Glaive to his side and made plans to keep those he couldn’t away. Noctis was the one person he was struggling to factor. He’d always had a soft spot for the Prince, but despite his attempts to distance himself, they had grown closer over the last few months.

He didn’t want Noctis to get hurt and he certainly didn’t want to be the reason he did. Regis needed to die though. Titus had decided that much, years ago. If all went according to plan, Noctis would be far from Insomnia by the time it fell. He would be off on his merry way to meet his bride-to-be and that would be the end of it.

Hopefully Titus Drautos would be announced killed in action and Noctis would never know of his involvement.

The bleak thought was pushed from his mind as a knock on his door was followed by the appearance of the Prince himself. Speak of the devil, hm? Titus gestured for him to take a seat.

manhandling symbol starters. -- @rexelectus.

he had been quiet today, he knew that. it wasn't something that happened all too often, but the times it did usually had it boiling down to one or two things. remembering was usually the cause. he'd been staring at the sky for... well over at least an hour, just standing there in thought. deaf to anything around him or anyone trying to catch his attention, but still surprisingly alert. it wasn't intentional, of course, it just was. he didn't know what had caught his attention first, the familiar approach of footsteps or the hand reaching up to grip at his jaw, that broke his reverie. but he'd wager it was definitely the grip on his jaw. he certainly couldn't ignore it, especially when it forced his attention away from the sky to, instead, settle on a welcome face. he blinked, surprise briefly registering in his eyes, as they sought out and locked with the other's own.

『 ❝ Noctis? ❞ 』 curiosity in his tone as he spoke his name, tipping his head just a tad to the side, 『 ❝ what's up? sorry if you had said something... I didn't hear it. is everything okay? ❞ 』 he grinned, softly, apologetically.

@rexelectus said: He doesn't want to interrupt his focus , so Noctis takes care to bend the tea that had now gone cold in Zuko's cup , form it into a heart , before setting it on Zuko's desk next to his hand . Crystal , ocean blues settle on the brush as it took the last stroke along the parchment . ❝ I figured you needed something to look at that wasn't a scroll . ❞

Zuko’s brush stilled as the little heart settled beside his hand, and he stared at it, the sharp crease on his forehead easing as realization caught up with him. After hours buried beneath scrolls written in suffocatingly formal script, the tiny shape looked almost absurdly soft sitting there against the dark wood of his desk.

A quiet breath escaped him that was dangerously close to a laugh as golden eyes flickered toward Noctis. “You bent my tea into a heart,” he said, his tone delicately soft. “This might be the sweetest use of waterbending I’ve ever seen.”

Leave it to Noctis to find some impossible way to pull him out of his own head without demanding anything from him.

Carefully, he nudged the little heart with the back of one finger so he wouldn’t ruin its shape, then his gaze dropped back to the parchment, though his attention clearly wasn’t on the scroll anymore. “It helped,” he admitted, the corner of his mouth twitched upward faintly before he finally set the brush down altogether. “Thank you.”