#ringburdened

@ringburdened​ || ❛ people always say life is full of choices, no one ever mentions fear. ❜

                           ANASTASIA ( 1997 ) SENTENCE STARTERS. ( accepting )

     The newest member of the Crownsguard looked at the raven haired prince for a moment, allowing the comment to fully sink in. In a way... Cloud could understand Noctis’ statement, having been in the same boat when he had been just a few years younger. No one would ever speak of the underlaying fear that came with certain decisions and choices made. Who would want to admit that they had ever been scared, most seeing it as a sign of weakness in themselves? Cloud had once been one of those people.

@ringburdened​  ||   |  𝐿𝒾𝓀𝑒𝒹 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝒶 𝒪𝓃𝑒 𝐿𝒾𝓃𝑒𝓇

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           a nonchalant shrug was offered in response, without a word. Noctis didn’t offer much else then that. with a quiet sigh, the Prince dropped himself down into the nearest chair, settling there for all of thirty seconds before he stood again, opting to begin pacing a small line instead.            how long had it been since he’d slept last? it felt like ages. but, honestly, it couldn’t have been no more then at least twenty four hours or so. maybe. probably. it was hard to tell time with his head as muddled as it was and not getting any better. sleep had been getting difficult the past few nights. plagued by nightmares and the like. or even simple discomfort. and Noctis, of course, was stubborn and refused to let lack of sleep stop him during the day.            he had a reputation, after all. and things to do. people to see. ugh, his head was beginning to hurt again. dammit.

                       『 ❝ I don’t know… maybe over twenty four hours? ❞ 』

Sephiroth watched silently, determined to keep his expression neutral.  As much as possible, at least.  Having the opportunity to be around Noctis more often had revealed a number of things about him; mainly that this sort of thing happened sometimes.

That didn’t make it any less concerning.  “Noct.”  He hoped the soft nickname would help break Noctis out of the rut he found himself in, enough to see the taller man with one arm spread wide, the other hand beckoning him over.  “Sit for a while?  I can try to work the tension out of your shoulders...”

⌜☬⌟ ➡ "Head down!" Shout came from the raven as he sprinted forward blade launching towards the Daemon that had jumped towards the male. The blade connected sending the creator flying backwards from force as Vanitas easily removed a second dagger from leg. Spinning it within hand he would slash the monster once, the poison coated blade making swift work before he turned back to the other. "You'll die out here if you don't pay attention." Little did Vanitas know who he was talking to due to the little light around them.

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𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃 𝐎𝐅 𝐅𝐎𝐎𝐓𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐏𝐒, 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐍 𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐒𝐄𝐓, 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐃 the blond to turn slowly. The boy in front, whom was protected by the one with glasses and the other rather large male, was one he recognized instantly. Noctis Lucis Caelum. The one hundred and fourteenth heir to the Lucian Throne. Leaning to the side, he caught sight of a blond boy, appearing to be around the Prince’s age, standing as backup for the other two he imagined.

Cor couldn’t help but blink while looking at the younger male. titling his head for a moment he moved to place his hand on the other's shoulders. Now it wasn’t that long he was gone --- he had work to do, so this was off for the other to be upset that he was gone, but Cor shrugged it off.

Prompto sweat dropped as he didn’t mean to embarrass his best friend like this after they dealt with a few monsters, he sheepishly grinned before replying.

“Sorry there dude, was a spur of the moment but it’s true what I just said, you’re funny, awesome and the bestest friend anyone could ever ask for! Never change man!”

He replied, raising his right hand into a thumbs up to Noct.