[He can practically imagine it in Somnus's voice, serious and solemn and difficult to read, but so often conveying an earnest message so rarely found in people. He said little, but he meant what he said. Noctis didn't take particular joy in his ancestor's company, that wasn't the nature of their relationship as far as he knew. What he felt from it was comfort- that he was cared for, that he was important. That he was allowed to be himself, that his destiny would come for him when it was time and not before. And he tried to offer some comfort back, even if Somnus never seemed to need it: that he'd purge the darkness and free the souls trapped within the ring, so the world and their family could finally know peace. Somnus represented many things for him, but more than anything else, a need to right the wrongs of the past, and hope for the future.
Noctis uses their joined hands to tug Pyra closer, winding his free arm around her to hold her close in a hug. His hand loosens around her a little, if she wants to let go and make it a proper one, or if she refuses him and pushes him away- he'll accept whatever she chooses. But her tone of voice, so rarely vulnerable this way, tells him this is better.]
When I got here I moved in with Prompto, you know, not my dad or Ardyn. Family's more than blood, it's more than the same country or the same world. It's who we choose. Every day it can change, if we want, so every day it's a choice.
[He says it without regret; even now, knowing how those he loves can vanish or fall ill in an instant, he's still living in that house he'd made into something of a home with his best friend. Even though waking alone in that same bed is agony, even though his father had fallen asleep that very same day and he'd only heard about it through Cor. Even then. Because he's happy there, because he feels warm and welcome. And in part because Prompto would be alone if he left- as Pyra would be, if Somnus did. And they all know what it feels like to be alone, so why would they force that feeling upon someone they care about, so unnecessarily?]
He chose you. Every day, he chose you. You've got nothing to feel guilty about.
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Noctis uses their joined hands to tug Pyra closer, winding his free arm around her to hold her close in a hug. His hand loosens around her a little, if she wants to let go and make it a proper one, or if she refuses him and pushes him away- he'll accept whatever she chooses. But her tone of voice, so rarely vulnerable this way, tells him this is better.]
When I got here I moved in with Prompto, you know, not my dad or Ardyn. Family's more than blood, it's more than the same country or the same world. It's who we choose. Every day it can change, if we want, so every day it's a choice.
[He says it without regret; even now, knowing how those he loves can vanish or fall ill in an instant, he's still living in that house he'd made into something of a home with his best friend. Even though waking alone in that same bed is agony, even though his father had fallen asleep that very same day and he'd only heard about it through Cor. Even then. Because he's happy there, because he feels warm and welcome. And in part because Prompto would be alone if he left- as Pyra would be, if Somnus did. And they all know what it feels like to be alone, so why would they force that feeling upon someone they care about, so unnecessarily?]
He chose you. Every day, he chose you. You've got nothing to feel guilty about.