Happy birthday!

Send “I saw the test in the trash” to confront my muse with suspicions that they might be pregnant || Meme

Noctis didn’t react outwardly for a moment, not when his stomach seemed to liquefy and threaten to make him throw up. His scent likely reflected his unease as he continued playing his game. 

“Yeah,” he muttered. He didn’t want to think about what was happening to his body, he just didn’t. The realization that there was a person inside of him settled in the center of his chest and made him feel like he was choking. At least, it had when he first found out. He’d cried, wanted to scream, but he couldn’t make the noise - just a small, choked whine.

His character died.

           he didn’t like to be watched. ardyn could see that in the pose of the younger man, the tension in the shoulders, the way one foot seemed to shift time and time again in response to the weight of eyes of cold yellow glass weighing on his back, but it didn’t mean he took his stare away. it had been a whimsical thing, easy enough, to suggest that he aid them in getting to the disc. after all, he could have said if they pressed the issue, it was important for the young king to get his arms, was it not? but none of them had asked and he had been kind enough to put them up for the night at a travel caravan, and to even spare some money for ingredients. it would be a cramped sort of night and he thought, absently, of bedding down in the back seat of his car. she had seen him in there before now, many a time, his feet propped up opposite of where his head would rest against the frame of the vehicle, and ardyn had passed more than one night like that, parked underneath the bright lights of the parking spots where travelers stuck on the road at night could pull over and be safe from daemons.

           still, he had not done overmuch to disrupt the routine of the four friends as they had set up for the night; the tactician remained the cook as well as caretaker, nanny, and driving force to ensure that things would be fine. the bodyguard remained near his royal charge - whom was busy, it sounded like, arguing with his friend on whether or not they would have cup noodles or not. he rather doubted it, given the way those green eyes had gleamed in reply to the suggestion, sharp and dangerous, but also entirely ready and willing he could imagine to give them nothing more than toast for their supper if they annoyed him enough. so that large form rose from the shaped plastic of the chair ( and he absently wondered how they made them; was there a mold, somewhere, to churn these out in mass production? ) and drifted over to the pulled out stove, purring casually as he did so.

Happy birthday~! ������

“You are a fool,” he spat. “You do realize that the only reason I even let you acquire the power that you did was so the Chosen King wouldn’t be lost to us? You’re lucky The Father vouched for you as he did.”

He snorted. 

There are so many delicious recipes that call for- or specifically feature vegetables. I have several such favorites recorded in my recipe journal. It’s a shame I can’t seem to get Noct to eat them more willingly- and on a regular basis.