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Noctis sat on the bed, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes as the sun rose in Galdin Quay. Slightly less sleepy than usual; it seemed as though they'd let him sleep in a little for a change. That was kind of nice, actually, especially with all of Gladio's early morning sand jogs. The next thing to greet him was Prompto's equally sleepy but much more cheerful voice.
"Heya," he said, simply enough, "morning!"
But something didn't sit right with Noctis. Maybe it was just his nerves getting to him, his anxiousness, the fact that nothing on this trip seemed to be going the way it should. You'd think a simple trip to Altissia would be just that...simple, but so far, it had been anything but. Knowing their luck, that Dino guy had been lying about being able to obtain a ferry for them, and they were just about to find themselves snared in another delay. Meaning the next few days would be a whirlwind building up to the wedding, but, hey. Once they finally got there, he and Lunafreya would actually be married. It was honestly kind of a lot, so it wasn't much of a surprise that he hadn't slept well, even with the extra time he'd been given that morning. Sighing slightly, he pushed himself up to his feet, and turned toward where Prompto and Gladio were ready and waiting to complete their voyage, finally.
But then Noctis frowned, noticing a significant absence in the well-lit room. "Where's Specs?"
"Should be back any minute now," said Gladio, and Noctis, impatient, nervous, anxious, drifted toward the large windows looking out over the sea, toward Altissia, the black smear of Angelgard's sweeping peaks dominating the view.
( Then, the door opened, and Ignis stepped through... - CW for war stuff and ~drama~ )
All eyes fell toward their prince.
No. Not their prince.
Toward their king.
Their king who was not ready for this. Not ready for any of this. Noctis dropped his head, staring into his hands in his lap.
He may not be ready.
But he didn't have a choice.
"Yeah," he breathed out, lifting his eyes again. "Let's go."
[[ NFB, NFI, TBC, OOC a-ok. Dialogue heavily taken from Final Fantasy XV, Chapter One: Departure ]]
"Heya," he said, simply enough, "morning!"
But something didn't sit right with Noctis. Maybe it was just his nerves getting to him, his anxiousness, the fact that nothing on this trip seemed to be going the way it should. You'd think a simple trip to Altissia would be just that...simple, but so far, it had been anything but. Knowing their luck, that Dino guy had been lying about being able to obtain a ferry for them, and they were just about to find themselves snared in another delay. Meaning the next few days would be a whirlwind building up to the wedding, but, hey. Once they finally got there, he and Lunafreya would actually be married. It was honestly kind of a lot, so it wasn't much of a surprise that he hadn't slept well, even with the extra time he'd been given that morning. Sighing slightly, he pushed himself up to his feet, and turned toward where Prompto and Gladio were ready and waiting to complete their voyage, finally.
But then Noctis frowned, noticing a significant absence in the well-lit room. "Where's Specs?"
"Should be back any minute now," said Gladio, and Noctis, impatient, nervous, anxious, drifted toward the large windows looking out over the sea, toward Altissia, the black smear of Angelgard's sweeping peaks dominating the view.
( Then, the door opened, and Ignis stepped through... - CW for war stuff and ~drama~ )
All eyes fell toward their prince.
No. Not their prince.
Toward their king.
Their king who was not ready for this. Not ready for any of this. Noctis dropped his head, staring into his hands in his lap.
He may not be ready.
But he didn't have a choice.
"Yeah," he breathed out, lifting his eyes again. "Let's go."
[[ NFB, NFI, TBC, OOC a-ok. Dialogue heavily taken from Final Fantasy XV, Chapter One: Departure ]]
