#royalbratprince

[queen-of-disney-castle]

@royalbratprince

"It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Your Highness."

[fujubun]

"Can't wait to see how I solve this." ((I feel like Noctis would say this to nearly anyone, really.))

Streamer Sentences | Open | Ignis

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" Truthfully, I'm rather curious as to how you'll solve this as well your Highness. " Ignis stated, at though to anyone else he may have sounded rather serious, Noctis could hear the pure amusement and even a little bit of smugness in his tone. He had warned Noctis to not store his fishing poles so close together for this trip, and now they were all completely tangled together.

" I could offer a few suggestions if you like, but I do feel as though this is the consequences of your laziness, is it not ? I rather just punishment, I'd say. " Ignis continued, arms crossing, " At the very least it doesn't seem as though we've lost any lures. "

[ardynzunia]

Nightmares

@royalbratprince  from here "No."

It was a promise.  From Bahamut himself, it was a promise.  He only needed to do one thing, just one, and live to see the world he was to save.  One more thing, one last act, but he wasn't told what.  just sent out with a sword in his hand, familiar and unfamiliar in steps, and that no one could go with him.  Something he had to do alone.

He didn't know what he'd been expecting.  Not this.

Everyone... everyone has suffered.  And for ten long years to everyone else, barely the space of a dream to him, they've lived in darkness.  Waiting.  Waiting for their designated savior to return.  Waiting on the sacrifice of years and sunlight and so many friends and family and things familiar...  The entire world had been waiting.

"No!  Do you hear me?  I won't do it!"  Noctis' voice broke with that scream, Ardyn looking right back at him.  Terrified and tired and--

"You can't ask this of me!  Or anyone!  You can't--"

There was no echo, no answer.  No response.

Noctis could hear his own breath, his own heartbeat in his ears.  He felt the weight of expectation.

Who else knew?  Did anyone?

"I won't do this!"

There was no jolt awake, no blissful realization that it was just a dream.

There was no waking up.

The last thing he remembered was his brother being pulled into a crystal. Hearing a scream from the others, not sure if it was for their king or for him. When he woke up, it was in an abyss, no light, trapped up to his waist in ooze. 

He called for what felt like hours, his voice going hoarse from the effort. Eventually a figure came approaching in the darkness. His brother! He smiled at first, only to see that while Ardyn hadn’t aged, his brother looked at least a decade older. He looked desperate and hopeless, and he was holding a sword. Ardyn frowned. Had he been sent to kill him? But Noctis didn’t want to, and Ardyn didn’t want to die. He struggled out of the muck he was trapped in, running to his brother with no thought of the weapon. Just a tight hug as he buried his head into the chosen king’s chest. 

“Let’s just go home, you don’t have to do anything!” He insisted, “We’ll figure it out right? Like family! Lets just find everyone else, Please Noct.” 

Tears fell down his cheek as he held on tight. Not looking at his brother, just hoping they could leave. To pretend this place didn’t exist. Things had to be better if they decided to be a team, right?

[electricea]

@royalbratprince continued from here.

"I mean, it's up to you," He was certainly glad that he wasn't going to be the one doing it - that wasn't to say he didn't have a bit of a daredevil's streak himself, but even for him, this just seemed too reckless, but on the flip side, he had to admire the guy's confidence! "Sounds easy enough - and it would definitely help me out," He was undoubtedly grateful, even underneath all his skepticism. "But how exactly does this, uh, warping thing work...? You just go from one point to the next...?"

"Cats, huh? Maybe you could spot a certain black and white one," He jokes, his friend's cat immediately springing to mind. "You much of a cat guy?"

[leorugiet]

@royalbratprince liked for a small starter

"Your highness..." Cor carefully puts his hand to Noctis's face when he speaks, hoping to rouse the man. "I'm going to bandage you. Please stay still." Cor had ripped a large segment of his jacket apart, and held it to a fresh wound on Noctis's body. "... Your highness, do you remember what happened?"

[themageofmany]

(From here from @royalbratprince because I'm inspired)

"Uh." Feeling his own intelligence drop was a little weird. Itchy, kinda.

"Right, well." It's not like he had to lie, obviously. Not that the truth was any more believable than any lie he could have told. And she definitely already knew that he wouldn't have just invited himself into her space on purpose unless it was an emergency.

Which left accident, or emergency... or something combined but far dumber. Clearing his throat, Noctis admitted in a rush, "I was warping and I landed on the wrong ledge, but then I realized I needed to rest a little sooner than I expected to and I kind of dropped onto your balcony and someone noticed the noise and looked out their window so I'm just hanging out here for another couple of minutes then I'll be gone, I swear."

He should have lied.

-

Skylar paused, eyes narrowed as she tried to concentrate on the word vomit coming out of Noctis' mouth. So, he warped wrong and broke into her room while she was changing because he was worried someone would see him? The crown prince hanging out on some random woman's balcony?

"You're a moron." Skylar stated flatly, still hugging her towel to her chest. "But that begs the question..." in no time, her look of suspicion morphed into something akin to sinful glee.

"Whose balcony were you aiming for?"

[sharp-shot]

"I'm not giving up on you."

the blond sighs, soft and wistful, as the prince talks to him. he knows in his heart that noctis means it because that's how noctis is. he doesn't say something if he absolutely does not mean it. but there is always that piece of prompto's mind that harbors doubt like a disease; eating away at the security he's trying so desparately to build within himself.

" what if i want to give up on myself? " he asks, not realizing that he's speaking out loud.

[intxlligibility]

@royalbratprince said "Hey, Iggy. Is there... anything I can do to help..?" Was it like him to offer help making dinner? It absolutely wasn't. But he had before! Sometimes! Every once in a great while, and often after they had a disagreement or something, but... can't a guy just want to help? Be close to comforting sights and sounds and smells? And if he just happened to be able to hide any vegetables, that may or may not be a bonus.

The caffeine seeps into his bones with each sip, steadies his hands and mind in such a manner he assumes should be a concern, yet with the list of other things to turn his attention towards, this simply slips his mind as a small inconvenience.

When Noct speaks, he has resumed the task at hand; cooking, and with the kitchen knife in hand he continues his work.

"I appreciate the offer, highness, but I am quite all right. Perhaps, if you've a mind, you could aid me in cleaning some of the dishes in the sink? Or; while I've got my mind on it, I specifically remember a certain someone complaining about his laundry earlier today, it's not going to do itself after all"

Once more, he raises the can of ebony to his lips, green eyes sparkle with a certain mischief when he casts a glance Noct's way; the smallest hint of a smirk tugging at his lips.

[novuscaelum]

"You probably can too...if you kiss her a lot or while I'm writing the law up, you can keep her distracted. You just gotta do what Dads do or however you make Mom happy."

@novuscaelum

After a quick breath and a glance around, the king remained silent for a few more seconds before trying again. "I don't think your mother would let either of us get away with that, but if you can convince her..."

[painedprince]

@royalbratprince from x

"Hey." Gladio clapped his shoulder. "Look at me. You're not disappointing anyone, at least not me."

"...Only thing you could do to disappoint me is give up." He grunted. "But you won't. You know how I know that? Because you could've given up any time. You had all those chances. No one would've blamed you." Well. Gladio might...

"Instead, you keep on fighting. You walk tall. You give a shit. You give it all you got. If nothing else? You're one persistent son of a bitch."

...Clearly, he was no good at handling crying people, but- He hoped he was being encouraging, at least?

[soulsxunbound]

@royalbratprince continued from here X

Everything hurt and he was disoriented. All he knew was he felt blood forming from his...head? He couldn't tell exactly where, everything was a blur to him. He glanced at the other a small hiss of pain falling from the blonde's lips.

"What...? MT's?"

He winced again as he gripped onto the prince's arm.

"Just...get it..."

Prompto shot one of the MT's that were missed in the face. He was nothing if not a good shot

"Let's just...deal with this." He wanted nothing more than this pain to go away

[triggerxhappy]

@royalbratprince​ said: He really didn't like talking about the accident, about where his scarred back came from and... what happened before. He didn't want to lie and he didn't want to dismiss the curiosity, but it was still a thing for him. "Long story short,  it was a bad time." EVERYTHING HAS CHANGED | ACCEPTING

Prompto nodded, letting sadness cross his features. Of course, he wished his best friend would open himself to him more sometimes, but he understood and couldn’t force things. He would just gladly open himself, if Noctis ever ended up deciding to talk about it.

“Alright. I understand.” He replied, letting a brief smirk cross his features. “Just... don’t forget I’m here to listen if you ever want to talk, about anything.” 

[novuscaelum]

"Wow! I actually got it? Really?" A grin appeared on the child's face as he registered the age. Here he thought Noctis would switch his number candles but nope, not his Dad! He was actually 27!

Prompto couldn't help but snicker and chime in as well once he overheard Novus’s answer. "Yeah, he's the ripe old age of...27. Always and forever. Right, Noct?" Novus couldn't help but glance at the blond as he spoke.

"Wow. Dad, you're really gonna be 27 forever?" That sort of made a bit of sense. "Is that cause of the crystal? Is that how old you were when you went in and then you just stayed that age? Does that mean that you're always gonna be..." The boy trailed off. "Wait..." He then registered the laughter. "You guys are joking aren't you? If you're not 27 then how old are you, Dad?"

@novuscaelum

Noctis felt like he was shriveling with age just sitting there. It must have shown in his face, because the room was initially silent. Then, as the king stared at his son, trying to come up with a response--

He heard Gladio's very valiant attempt to not laugh somewhere behind him. He appreciated that!

He didn't appreciate how quickly the effort was abandoned. Muffled or not, his Shield was still laughing.

Clearing his throat, Noctis did his best to ignore it. "27, yes. I'm 27, thank you, what a good guess!"

[ardynzunia]

@royalbratprince  from here He's so sure he has a response to that until he actually tried to answer.  All Noctis can do it open his mouth to no sound and then close it again, swallowing.  He's got a point, doesn't he?  They're half brothers, his father's sons, and to be separated as they had been feels... wrong.

But it also feels wrong to try and wish any of the pressure or worry he's felt on Ardyn.  Not that he'd have had to deal with much, Noct doesn't think; still the elder brother, the next in line, he'd still have gotten most of the... the everything.  But it might have been a kinder life for Ardyn and his mother and...

The what-ifs are awful.  Their dad... cared, right?  But he didn't... was it enough?  Did he do enough, did he--

Nocts swallows again.  Offers a slightly croaking, "Yeah.  I... think, probably.  Might have been... nicer."  Too late to worry, isn't it?

Maybe not too late to make up for it, even if it's not his responsibility.

“Maybe,” He agreed. “I still wouldn’t give up home for anything. But maybe if we’d known each other, visited all the time? Maybe it would have been better.”

He sighed and leaned back. It had been good to find out Regis didn’t know. That his mother had been protecting him. Had been good to know that it was the assistants that were xenophobic and not dad. But yeah, some part thinks family reunions would have been nice. Seeing Noctis for birthday’s every year and telling him about Altissia. Them planning to go together one day.

“At least we’re together now though,” He said. “It would have been hard, if we were separated like Iris and Gladio. And I’ll be able to show you Altissia right? Actually enjoy it while doing all the work.”

[ironchefignis]

"If I ever did a crime, I would come and confess it to you. You would understand me."

{ @royalbratprince } { Dorian Gray Starters }

"And then you'd expect me to help you cover it up, wouldn't you?" He was joking, mostly. More seriously, Ignis answered quietly, "Although yes, I do believe I would, no matter the crime."

[strictomiles]

@royalbratprince​ sent: It was impulsive. Not that that worked as a defense or would protect him in any way, but when Noctis was already trying to sneakily shape a snowball and Gladio happened to bend over at just the right/wrong moment, well. He had to. He knew, watching the snowball fly as if in slow motion, that he would come to regret it. But for that one too-fleeting sweet moment, snowball connecting and breaking apart, he felt victorious. ((I have no defense either.))

Oh, the Winter time. Shorter days, snow, ice and more snow. Normally, it was fine despite Gladio’s aversion to jackets. He wore one nevertheless. Things could be a whole hell of a lot worse than having his arms be covered.

He’d leaned over to relace one of his boots before he and Noctis would continue on down the way back to the Regalia. He took his eyes off of him for a second. A foolish mistake. One of trust and camaraderie. But, foolish. The moment he looked up, snow hit him square in the face. A gloved hand reached to wipe away the snow and water, flicking it to the ground before he took slow, stalking steps in the direction the snow had come from. The look upon his face that of a villain, creeping towards their foe. There was no where Noctis could hide from him.

“That was pretty good. I deserved that.” He chuckled quietly, grasping Noct’s shoulder but, in an instant, a move only one who’d studied such as he did in marital arts could pull off so fluidly, he had the other man on his back, shoved into a snow drift.

“But, you deserve this.”