Seeing their perspective was never so odd to me, as it was an ability I've had since I first awoke. Experiencing them is ... 'weird', yes.
The first memory was.
With hand to chin, Somnus leaned forward to scrutinize the pieces. Even he could tell that he had lost.
When Ardyn took the king, Somnus had visibly sagged in disappointment. He had clapped his hands upon his lap as he straightened up, Ardyn watching him closely the whole while.
"You really are amazing, brother." His voice was so very young and childish; filled with emotion he shared openly. "This time we'll do as you say."
"This time?"
Ardyn's voice was filled with such mirth, not yet weighed down with sorrow. He extended his hand for his brother, and Somnus all but jumped at the opportunity to take it.
He was so happy. Walking together, hand-in-hand with his beloved older brother. He could not fathom life without him by his side.
[ She can't help but find the humour in being told that as an amnesiac. ]
I think...
Aera would have finally made Ardyn her husband. They would have been happy, and had children. Ardyn would have been both joyous and terrified beyond measure, constantly doubting his abilities as a father.
Somnus would have reassured him when necessary, and teased him ruthlessly in his own way when it wasn't. He would have loved his nieces and nephews as fiercely as his own.
[It's a nice mental image, at least. those what-ifs.]
lucis could've been very different, if it wasn't built on what it was. maybe our whole line would have a different fate.
[wouldn't that be nice.
instead, as things stand, the first and the last of the family kill each other and die, with no family left behind to carry on after. only friends to remember.]
its ok. there's no going back, but its almost over
[for better or worse, the journey of two thousand years is a few steps away from finishing. it's not okay, but there's at least a little comfort in that, right?]
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[they never talked about that, never got that far. like when they were children, she was here and gone too quickly.]
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I have some pictures from your father's birthday, if you would like them.
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not yet
i can't look at those
[A different sort of trauma, that one.]
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They will still be here when you're ready.
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[Ahhh hell, he does not want to think about this. Anything, anything- oh.]
so.... you saw them as kids? in the echo
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[He knows his wasn't, so.]
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The first memory was.
With hand to chin, Somnus leaned forward to scrutinize the pieces. Even he could tell that he had lost.
When Ardyn took the king, Somnus had visibly sagged in disappointment. He had clapped his hands upon his lap as he straightened up, Ardyn watching him closely the whole while.
"You really are amazing, brother." His voice was so very young and childish; filled with emotion he shared openly. "This time we'll do as you say."
"This time?"
Ardyn's voice was filled with such mirth, not yet weighed down with sorrow. He extended his hand for his brother, and Somnus all but jumped at the opportunity to take it.
He was so happy. Walking together, hand-in-hand with his beloved older brother. He could not fathom life without him by his side.
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[That could be a double meaning, there. Both are true.]
i know what-ifs are kinda dangerous but still
wonder what they'd be like now if things hadn't gone the way they did
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I think...
Aera would have finally made Ardyn her husband. They would have been happy, and had children. Ardyn would have been both joyous and terrified beyond measure, constantly doubting his abilities as a father.
Somnus would have reassured him when necessary, and teased him ruthlessly in his own way when it wasn't. He would have loved his nieces and nephews as fiercely as his own.
They would have been a family.
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[It's a nice mental image, at least. those what-ifs.]
lucis could've been very different, if it wasn't built on what it was. maybe our whole line would have a different fate.
[wouldn't that be nice.
instead, as things stand, the first and the last of the family kill each other and die, with no family left behind to carry on after. only friends to remember.]
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I am sorry your family has been dealt such a miserable hand, Noct.
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[for better or worse, the journey of two thousand years is a few steps away from finishing. it's not okay, but there's at least a little comfort in that, right?]
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pretty much.
dunno what i'll make it yet but i'll work on it. thanks.