Ah. The one he's been sneaking food to? I've noticed that.
[It is, after all, the duty of a mom to notice these things. Regardless, the more Noct settles in, the more he's correct about Ignis treating him like a warm, comfortable pet; they're idle little touches, designed solely to please, and mostly subconscious in the way he offers them up.]
Mmm. Well. The elder prince took up his younger brother in his arms, and kissed his furry head, and smiled at him one last time as he whispered his last words to him for three years: believe in me. And then he rose up, and told the fairy that without his brother, he had no reason to smile or laugh, and so he accepted the burden of freeing him, wholeheartedly.
He spoke that oath, and around his wrists wrapped two black streaks of something that looked like ink — magic, coiled around his body like a cat's tail, sealing his vow.
And with that, he settled his brother onto his shoulders and set out, stone-faced, to silently begin gathering his nettles.
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[It is, after all, the duty of a mom to notice these things. Regardless, the more Noct settles in, the more he's correct about Ignis treating him like a warm, comfortable pet; they're idle little touches, designed solely to please, and mostly subconscious in the way he offers them up.]
Mmm. Well. The elder prince took up his younger brother in his arms, and kissed his furry head, and smiled at him one last time as he whispered his last words to him for three years: believe in me. And then he rose up, and told the fairy that without his brother, he had no reason to smile or laugh, and so he accepted the burden of freeing him, wholeheartedly.
He spoke that oath, and around his wrists wrapped two black streaks of something that looked like ink — magic, coiled around his body like a cat's tail, sealing his vow.
And with that, he settled his brother onto his shoulders and set out, stone-faced, to silently begin gathering his nettles.