( Lots of things should mean something, like the easy joy that comes from sitting with his friend in the open air, the warmth that puts his mind and muscles at rest despite the cold and the last drops of his late night dip casting goosebumps across flesh.
But no one ever said Noctis was ever particularly good at figuring anything out (just ask Iris).
For these moments, they are safe. Nothing wants to come near the runecast stones that are havens for hunters and others alike, and everything is as close to normal as it can be. For the time being he's nothing more than Noctis, the guy with three great friends. No titles, no epic quests or being told he's the "Chosen One" bullshit, just - Noctis.
Noctis, the guy who tilts his head and watches Prompto flutter his bangs in the low light, whose eyes linger just a little too long on the way the campsite washes bright blue across Prompto's features. )
I'm with you there. Wish we could just use giant bug spray and never have to see 'em.
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But no one ever said Noctis was ever particularly good at figuring anything out (just ask Iris).
For these moments, they are safe. Nothing wants to come near the runecast stones that are havens for hunters and others alike, and everything is as close to normal as it can be. For the time being he's nothing more than Noctis, the guy with three great friends. No titles, no epic quests or being told he's the "Chosen One" bullshit, just -
Noctis.
Noctis, the guy who tilts his head and watches Prompto flutter his bangs in the low light, whose eyes linger just a little too long on the way the campsite washes bright blue across Prompto's features. )
I'm with you there. Wish we could just use giant bug spray and never have to see 'em.
( Noc...tis... )