[Unapologetically obstinate even now, swathed in bandages and propped up in a bed, eyes wet and pain written in the creases around them from injuries he surmises are worse than he can see.
Somehow that's reassuring. Some things haven't changed when it seems everything else in the world has. The coil in his chest relaxes a little.]
Speaking of your travels, you didn't mention you planned to go around waking up gods when you visited the Crown City.
[There's a lot unsaid in that one statement, a lot Nyx now realizes Regis and Lunafreya had known but hadn't disclosed. The ruse behind the treaty and the wedding, for one. Maneuvering Noctis outside the Wall before it could fall, for another. And now astrals, as if the rest wasn't enough.]
And here I thought the title of Oracle was just for show. We heard what happened at the Disc of Cauthess from what's left of the Crownsguard when we caught up to them--you and Prince Noctis have put on one hell of a wild goose chase. [A glance at the dogs curled up on the bed before he casts around him, finding a chair and pulling it close to sink into. Now that the chase has finally come to an end and he's found the prince and princess in one piece, the pumping adrenaline keeping him on his feet slows to a trickle.] I was hoping to catch you both, I just... didn't imagine it like this.
[He won't pretend he knows what the fuck is going on, that he should find the last remaining Caelum communing with the Six. (This started being above his pay grade the moment he slipped that ring on his finger and heard Regis' voice. A little before that, if he's being honest.)
Simple is best. He likes simple. Prefers it. Once upon a time, that had been his life--straightforward, uncomplicated. Gaze trailing over her, the sentiment that enters his voice is just that--plain and unornamented gladness, subtle but there in the inflection in his words, the corners of his smile. Gods are walking the earth, but some blessings are small.]
It's good to see you still in one piece after all this time.
[Words don't do it justice, even if he were good with them, which he isn't.]
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Somehow that's reassuring. Some things haven't changed when it seems everything else in the world has. The coil in his chest relaxes a little.]
Speaking of your travels, you didn't mention you planned to go around waking up gods when you visited the Crown City.
[There's a lot unsaid in that one statement, a lot Nyx now realizes Regis and Lunafreya had known but hadn't disclosed. The ruse behind the treaty and the wedding, for one. Maneuvering Noctis outside the Wall before it could fall, for another. And now astrals, as if the rest wasn't enough.]
And here I thought the title of Oracle was just for show. We heard what happened at the Disc of Cauthess from what's left of the Crownsguard when we caught up to them--you and Prince Noctis have put on one hell of a wild goose chase. [A glance at the dogs curled up on the bed before he casts around him, finding a chair and pulling it close to sink into. Now that the chase has finally come to an end and he's found the prince and princess in one piece, the pumping adrenaline keeping him on his feet slows to a trickle.] I was hoping to catch you both, I just... didn't imagine it like this.
[He won't pretend he knows what the fuck is going on, that he should find the last remaining Caelum communing with the Six. (This started being above his pay grade the moment he slipped that ring on his finger and heard Regis' voice. A little before that, if he's being honest.)
Simple is best. He likes simple. Prefers it. Once upon a time, that had been his life--straightforward, uncomplicated. Gaze trailing over her, the sentiment that enters his voice is just that--plain and unornamented gladness, subtle but there in the inflection in his words, the corners of his smile. Gods are walking the earth, but some blessings are small.]
It's good to see you still in one piece after all this time.
[Words don't do it justice, even if he were good with them, which he isn't.]