' C o n t r o l ' is so /overrated./

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--- oh, dear. Thought not his INTENTION to make it so obvious, he supposes there is but so long he can attempt to MASK it until the masking, too, becomes a reason for his exhaustion. Bags 'neath his eyes, a yawn, sometimes two, every few minutes--- commanding a nation will surely be his journey to an EARLY grave, but the people have decided he is best suited to bear the honorable burden.

He can't let them down... not like the OTHERS who came before him.

Sheepishly, the Lord Commander shakes his head, lowers his utensil, and tears his eyes away from the perpetual stack of IMPOSING paperwork sat afront him, eventually meeting the frighteningly OBSERVANT eye of the concerned dragoon. " Nigh impossible not to be, aye? Ishgard requires so much... 'tis truly never-ending, but rest assured, I am... fine. "

There's a strange tone to the word ' fine. ' Quiet, ripe with uncertainty, as if he can hardly believe it himself despite his attempt to convince Terence of its authenticity.

" --- nonetheless, how do YOU fare? Regardless if you are well or otherwise, is there aught I might do to help? "

𝔜𝔬𝔲𝔯 𝔤𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔱𝔢𝔰𝔱 𝔣𝔬𝔢. ♡~

My top 3 'experienced / naughtiest ' muses are:

" I--- aha. Well... thank you! "

It won't be until after Evercold is out, because the writer of said fiancé wants his FC family to attend, and there is sure to be a resurgence of players for the new content.

--- would it be so bad to admit that he was, for once? Terribly, permanently? To be wholly and entirely transparent in front of one of FEW people who would understand and not judge him?

" I am... fine, Noct, " he whispers, more to himself than to the heir apparent, as if attempting to convince himself he was. They're all tired, nigh impossible NOT to be with all that troubles them and the world AROUND them; what right has he to COMPLAIN?

" If another Ebony still sits within the cooler... I shall happily take that. 'Tis all I need, rest assured. "