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So, today was the birthday of Noctis Lucis Caelum, crown prince of Lucis, and King Regis decided, for some reason, to make a big deal out of it. There was an elaborate parade planned through the major streets of the city center, to be followed by a formal ball held in the prince's honor, though, considering the amount of representative delegates from various points around Eos, it was becoming a bit clearer that perhaps this wasn't entirely all about Noct's birthday. Which was an odd relief for Noctis, who hated being the center of attention, but only to an extent as Ignis sort of broke it down for them: there must have been some shift in the way things were going in the war with Niflheim. The parade and the celebration were clearly tactics used to inspire the people of Insomnia, spark in them a sort of national pride for their beloved monarchy. And the ball to follow was likely to involve a lot of official delegates huddled in small groups, speaking very carefully with each other over their goblets of wine and delicate little finger foods.
Which was kind of a bummer, really. This whole political intrigue, potential turning point in the war stuff really put a damper on the party mood of the whole thing, if you asked Prompto. But he supposed he should have expected as much.
( Cut like a birthday cake, yo. )
"You know," he said, partially because he felt he should at least say something, but he hardly knew what to say, afraid that the wrong thing would just end up breaking the weird, wild enchantment of the evening, "one of the first things that really blew my mind about Fandom was getting to see the night sky for the first time. I still think about that a lot, actually. I started to think it was kind of lame, you know? Sort of a dumb thing to be so impressed by, but then I come home like this, and I look up...and it makes sense. I get it, and I miss it. I mean, can you imagine seeing stars for the first time after a lifetime of looking up and seeing...that?"
As soon as he said it, he regretted it. What a stupid thing to say. But he'd said it, and he lowered his eyes again and glanced toward Yang. "Are you cold?" he asked, as if to just push all that star talk away. "Do you want my jacket?"
Prompto, your girlfriend was practically a walking combustible and you ask are you cold.
It was a miracle any of this had even survived this long.
[[ hey, thanks for reading my 4 am FF XV fanfic, everyone! For that lovely lady who was shamelessly modded alllllll over the Citadel! ]]
Which was kind of a bummer, really. This whole political intrigue, potential turning point in the war stuff really put a damper on the party mood of the whole thing, if you asked Prompto. But he supposed he should have expected as much.
( Cut like a birthday cake, yo. )
"You know," he said, partially because he felt he should at least say something, but he hardly knew what to say, afraid that the wrong thing would just end up breaking the weird, wild enchantment of the evening, "one of the first things that really blew my mind about Fandom was getting to see the night sky for the first time. I still think about that a lot, actually. I started to think it was kind of lame, you know? Sort of a dumb thing to be so impressed by, but then I come home like this, and I look up...and it makes sense. I get it, and I miss it. I mean, can you imagine seeing stars for the first time after a lifetime of looking up and seeing...that?"
As soon as he said it, he regretted it. What a stupid thing to say. But he'd said it, and he lowered his eyes again and glanced toward Yang. "Are you cold?" he asked, as if to just push all that star talk away. "Do you want my jacket?"
Prompto, your girlfriend was practically a walking combustible and you ask are you cold.
It was a miracle any of this had even survived this long.
[[ hey, thanks for reading my 4 am FF XV fanfic, everyone! For that lovely lady who was shamelessly modded alllllll over the Citadel! ]]
