Going. Going towards the stairs. Going to what lies beyond the stairs. It feels like some horrible movie, like he's nothing more than an actor watching his own body move under another's power, because absolutely none of it feels real. Really, a lot of the times, nothing had felt real in his life since he and Noctis had become friends fifteen some odd years ago. Everything he's done since then, everything he's learned, everything that's happened to him...
When do I wake up from it all?
Because even if waking up from that long dream meant to lose it all, he isn't sure if that notion is worse than the pain in his heart right now.
His feet carry him up the steps, with Gladio leading the way back into the Citadel. Back through the black marble and up the elevator. Everything in him feels simultaneously numb and utterly over sensitive until a vague thought comes into the back of their head - that he left his guns out there. Come to think of it, Ignis left his daggers, too. Gladio's sword is no where to be seen.
It's a thought that gets him up the elevator ride, but when the doors open, he freezes.
I can't do this. His mind is conjuring up what he imagined happened, leaving Noctis' body flat on the floor before the throne or perhaps slumped in it like he's sleeping, like all he'll have to do is go over there and shake him and call him princess and he'll wake up.
The reality is worse, but he can't manage to even come up with that horror in his mind.
Never a worry on my part if you need to take your time. <3~
When do I wake up from it all?
Because even if waking up from that long dream meant to lose it all, he isn't sure if that notion is worse than the pain in his heart right now.
His feet carry him up the steps, with Gladio leading the way back into the Citadel. Back through the black marble and up the elevator. Everything in him feels simultaneously numb and utterly over sensitive until a vague thought comes into the back of their head - that he left his guns out there. Come to think of it, Ignis left his daggers, too. Gladio's sword is no where to be seen.
It's a thought that gets him up the elevator ride, but when the doors open, he freezes.
I can't do this. His mind is conjuring up what he imagined happened, leaving Noctis' body flat on the floor before the throne or perhaps slumped in it like he's sleeping, like all he'll have to do is go over there and shake him and call him princess and he'll wake up.
The reality is worse, but he can't manage to even come up with that horror in his mind.