[It's been two days since Noctis awoke to the bitterest of news and the weight of the world clutched in his hand. Two days and a lifetime since things felt as though the made any sense. But even when the world doesn't make sense, it still goes on, and Noctis knows - he knows - he must pull himself together, push aside the lingering aches and pains from a hard fought battle and plan for what lies ahead. But he can't yet, and as today is the first day he's felt strong and steady enough to venture out of his borrowed rooms, late morning finds him meandering out to one of the nearby terraces.
He had intended to sit on the bench there (it was amazing how much effort climbing a flight of stairs takes even after resting) and just... listen to the waters but the bench, it seems, is already occupied - as Noctis discovers when he lifts his eyes from bricks beneath his feet. He freezes when he realizes it's Ignis, torn between turning around and taking a seat beside him anyway.
Outside of a few scattered inquiries, they haven't really spoken - well, Noctis hasn't really spoken to anyone since waking up outside of unavoidable responses to questions about his physical health. But with Ignis in particular, he doesn't know what to say.
So he just stands there a few paces away, hovering like an idiot unable to tear his eyes away from Ignis' new dark glasses and the freshly scabbed wounds beneath. He doen't know which will be worse: Ignis telling him off for the un-princely behavior of gawking or Ignis not noticing him there at all...]
SPOILERS HO! also i haven't settled on icons yet so you get king of cup noodles. sorry not sorry.
He had intended to sit on the bench there (it was amazing how much effort climbing a flight of stairs takes even after resting) and just... listen to the waters but the bench, it seems, is already occupied - as Noctis discovers when he lifts his eyes from bricks beneath his feet. He freezes when he realizes it's Ignis, torn between turning around and taking a seat beside him anyway.
Outside of a few scattered inquiries, they haven't really spoken - well, Noctis hasn't really spoken to anyone since waking up outside of unavoidable responses to questions about his physical health. But with Ignis in particular, he doesn't know what to say.
So he just stands there a few paces away, hovering like an idiot unable to tear his eyes away from Ignis' new dark glasses and the freshly scabbed wounds beneath. He doen't know which will be worse: Ignis telling him off for the un-princely behavior of gawking or Ignis not noticing him there at all...]