IC Contact | Hugtopia

[carbungle]

| voice | text | video | action |

Please use the new post going forward!

Comments

[carbungle]

Wow. Wow.

[Of course he goes for the hair.]

At least chicks are cuter than a rat's nest.

[scourgingstars]

Well, when an egg falls out of your hair, don't say I failed to warn you.

[carbungle]

Points for effort, deduction for originality. Nice attempt, though.

[He and Prompto have been doing the butt jokes for years, Ardyn has some catching up to do.]

[scourgingstars]

...Well, I did at least try.

[carbungle]

Yeah, you did.

[Noctis smiles faintly and offers the wine back. He needs to slow down or he actually will fall asleep.]

I guess being nice really does suit you. Keep it up, then.

[scourgingstars]

Sorry, I just don't have any clever teasing in me when it comes to you.

[He'd definitely be taking a drink, though.]

[carbungle]

See, that? Right there? That's too nice. I don't even know what the hell to say to something like that.

[Despite the words his tone is only half-heartedly begrudging; such a comment shoots right for the heart, and he's quieter than before, sinking down into the couch cushion and pressed more firmly against Ardyn's side.]

[scourgingstars]

I'm terrible like that.

[He hugged Noctis' shoulders a little more tightly, laughing softly.]

[carbungle]

[Noctis falls into a comfortable silence for a long moment afterwards; it might almost seem like he's drifting, with so much of the wine consumed; on good days his tolerance is mixed at best, and this has not been a good day. But finally he reaches up to take the wine back, draining another swig.]

...Will you be okay? I mean... for real. No bullshit.

[scourgingstars]

...Honestly? I don't know--maybe. I'm far better with you and the others here, I know that much.

What about you? Will you be alright?

[carbungle]

...I don't know.

[It's as honest as Ardyn's response, and equally noncommittal. Seems there's no easy way to tell.]

Maybe, eventually. As okay as someone can get when it comes to this kind of thing. [He purses his lips tightly, reluctant for a long moment before finally adding,] I wish... we could choose. I'd feel better about it if it was my decision, but it's not. Not really.

[Given the "choice" between sacrificing himself and abandoning the world to darkness, it isn't a true choice at all.]

[scourgingstars]

[Ardyn sighed, tilting his head to lean against Noctis'. It really was just painfully unfair, and had been for too long.]

So do I. I don't think it wrong, to wish for something like that.

[carbungle]

Whether it's wrong it not, it's how I feel.

[And as Ardyn had said earlier, he's allowed to feel however he likes about it. That's true for both of them.]

I hope, after everything... the world can exist without any more prophecies. Has this one done anything besides hurt people this whole time?