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Hearing his father was already going to bed, so the maid says, John sighs as he slowly opens the doors to the halls as he quietly goes down to a pair of large doors. Pausing for a moment, listening for any noise, he then slowly opens them to peek inside to check on the King to see if he was indeed asleep and well.
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"Ignis, I was just about to do some paperwork in the garden with some coffee. Would you like to join me?"
Unprompted Ask - [ ALWAYS ACCEPTING ] ;;
" That . . . sounds lovely, your Majesty. Allow me to fetch my briefcase, and I shall accompany you. "
“ don’t worry about me; are YOU okay? “ ((protective papa))
𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐎𝐑 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒
A strangled cry escaped him as his father's body collided with his own, knocking him to the ground. It had happened so fast. His dad had been the opposite side of the room when the shot sounded. There were people closer to him – people who could have knocked him aside – but his dad had been the one to warp and tackle him to the ground.
There was a lot of shouting, a lot of movement. He could hear Cor and Clarus loudest amongst them, calling orders to their men as they sought out the would-be assassin. It was an outdoor event which meant it could have come from anywhere.
Noctis wasn't even sure if he'd been the target or whether his dad had acted purely on paternal instinct as the gun fired. He hoped it was the latter – he hoped to the Six that his dad hadn't been hit.
"I'm okay, " he told him as Clarus approached them with a small squad of his best men. Aside from a few scrapes as he'd hit the ground, he was fine. "But you – you're okay, right? You didn't get hit, right?"
"We need to get the two of you inside, now." Clarus told them, somehow managing to appear relatively calm despite the situation. Having grown up around the man though, he could hear the suppressed worry in his tone. He knew Clarus would want to know of any potential injuries as soon as possible, but first, they needed to get somewhere safe.
❝ quick! there’s a secret passage this way. ❞ ((regis playing "let's hide from the guards" with noctis))
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A wide grin spread across the boy's face as the evaded Clarus and Cor, blissfully unaware that the men were simply playing along. To Noct's childish mind, him and his father had the upper hand and where making his uncles look pretty silly.
He was creeping alongside his father with big, exaggerated movements with a hand over his mouth as he tried (and failed) to suppress his giggles.
"Does it lead to the kitchens?" He whispered. "I want some cookies."
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" Say Chocobo Cheese! " shouted the sharpshooter as he set the camera on his tripod and jumped into the shot. " Okay! -- wait, let me che-- Gladiooo, you blinked, dude! Okay, c'mon -- one more time! With feeling! " Smiling, fair, freckled features beaming bright, accentuated by the heat of the sun's rays. A few stray strands of blond caressing his cheek, gently swayed by the morning breeze.
Prompto sets the timer and, once again, slides into the shot, pulling one of his usual photogenic expressions. And, upon return to his device -- " Aw, hell yeah! This looks pretty sick; check it out! " He exclaims, lifting his equipment and displaying the screen to his friends. " I'm definitely keeping this one! "
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The only thing worse than being sick, was being really sick. It started a few days ago with a small cough; Regis assured everyone that he was fine and wore a mask. But the cough got worse and worse until, he was perscribed bedrest with antibiotics. But a problem presented itself, the prince didn't want to be in the Citadel while sick... Or around Mors for that matter. Which is how Regis ended up staying at Clarus's house for the time being.
"Aulea is coming over with lunch later," he explained wearily to the specter shield. "I... I don't want to look like a mess..." Regis said, hoping it would be a good enough explanation as to why he's moving around when he shouldn't be.
Gilgamesh, contrary to what some people might have said once upon a time, could in fact take a hint and pick up on clues from the people around him. And while there was definite concern over the young prince's health, no one seemed as fearful as Gilgamesh honestly felt. He felt a little better after Clarus had gently taken him aside to explain this whole "antibiotics" thing, but the instinct was to hear that cough and fear.
But alright. Thanks to "modern medicine," Regis probably wasn't going to die from this. (More likely his own recklessness later.) He still had instructions from the healer to stay in bed and that did not mean being up and about preening for Aulea.
His scowl was unseen behind his mask, but his youngest descendant had assured him that it could very much be felt in his looming presence. He hoped so, as he approached Regis and listened to his excuses. "If she is your intended, she will see you in many states, not all of them good. If she is worthy, she won't care," Gilgamesh said. "You are ill, young prince. Get back to bed before we test how well I can carry you."
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Noctis had been looking forward to this for months.
His father had promised to take him on a fishing trip if his report card was good which it had been. He'd given it to the man a few days ago and as promised, his father had rearranged his schedule so they could go this weekend. Uncle Cor would be going with them since his dad had insisted Clarus stay with his own children. Noctis didn't mind too much that it wouldn't be just the two of them. He loved Cor and the man had promised he'd keep his distance so they could have father and son time.
They hadn't been for a while, but his family owned a large cabin outside the City. It was close enough that they were still well within their territory, even with the war going on, and reinforcements could arrive quickly if needed, but it was quiet and there was a really good fishing spot.
After arriving at the cabin about an hour ago, they'd unpacked and had a quick breakfast before heading to the lake. Noctis sat there, dangling his feet over the water as he cast his line.
"I'm totally gonna outfish you, old man."
"Hey Cor, we're going to the arcade. Come with us!" The prince gave the teen a big grin, but there was mischief behind those blue eyes of his as he sneakily wrapped an arm around the younger's shoulder.
Cor's first reaction was to raise an eyebrow as he gestured to himself and the fact that he was wearing his uniform. Then again, he was almost always wearing his uniform.
"I'm working, Highness," he told him with a soft sigh. "Besides, I've never been. I wouldn't know what to do."
