#rogueoracle

“Oh I don’t know… probably the way his eyes light up when he’s spotted his favored dessert or the way he mumbles in his sleep…”

@rogueoracle

The war had ended years ago, that day in Tenebrae. Having expected the possibility of an attack, crownsguard, Kingsglaive, and Tenebrae guards had been posted at the ready around where the Oracle was to heal the ailing prince.

The soldiers won against the Empire and took down Glauca, whom in the battle was discovered to be the traitor Drautos. The tide turned and a treaty was brought forth which brought the endless war to a halt. Queen Sylva of Tenebrae healed Prince Noctis of Lucis in a world finally at peace.

Now the prince was happily awaiting his friend, Lady Lunafreya, so they could head out on a journey to Altissa. With a chaperone in the form of Gladiolus of course. Even in times of peace two royals would never be allowed to leave home without a bodyguard. That and Noctis was not trusted to steer the boat.

“I–”

He’d already started the answer before he’d properly heard the question, but the mortification was instant.  Whatever panic he thought he should probably be feeling in that moment was nonexistent, making him wonder if he had indeed found something beyond panic.

Prompto tried to clear his throat.  Unsuccessfully once, then again.  “It’s–  Uh.”

Another throat clear.  A little less high-pitched that time.  “It’s a–”  Then again because his voice broke like a teenager.  “A skinny, kind of… pretty guy..?  I guess?  Basically?”  Yes, that was good.  It was true and it was simple and no one would glare at him for that.

Then his mouth just kind of… kept on going.  “Noct’s got all the twink qualifications, too.”

. // for every @ i get, i have to tag someone i love/look up to!

@rogueoracle / @thelastkingoflight 

“I mean I wasn’t going say kill it.” As uncomfortable as they made him he wasn’t going to kill it for something as silly as that. 

“How did the two of you survive to adulthood?”

“Hey Luna!” The boy yelled as he wheeled over to her, the colourful cosmogony practically cradled in his lap. He knew a little about the Astrals, but he was really enjoying learning more about them since he came to Tenebrae. In his wheelchair he couldn’t be as active as he liked, so he was spending a lot of time reading.

“Can we read the Cosmo-cos-cosmogy?”