[ It must be nice, sleeping for a thousand years. Noctis is drowsy, pleasantly so, tracing idle patterns over his chest as he contemplates the logistics of sleeping for a thousand years. ]
So her true love is way younger than her? Did she turn into some weird skeleton?
[ Because a thousand years, dude. ] Why was she sleeping?
[ Clearly, despite glaring plot holes, a certain young king finds himself interested, reminded of the many nights they'd spent together like this when they were children. ]
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[ It must be nice, sleeping for a thousand years. Noctis is drowsy, pleasantly so, tracing idle patterns over his chest as he contemplates the logistics of sleeping for a thousand years. ]
So her true love is way younger than her? Did she turn into some weird skeleton?
[ Because a thousand years, dude. ] Why was she sleeping?
[ Clearly, despite glaring plot holes, a certain young king finds himself interested, reminded of the many nights they'd spent together like this when they were children. ]