10-29-2018, 09:10 AM
(This post was last modified: 10-31-2018, 07:11 PM by Leafwing12.)
//Trigger warning for self harm, suicide attempt and depression
Noctis had just turned 20 a few months ago. Noct was very aware of his father’s condition that had been getting worse over the past few years. And he ended up passing away around five months ago, leaving Noctis as the new king of Insomnia. Did he know what he was doing? No. Not in the slightest. But he didn’t allow himself to think much about that since this was his job. The people needed a king to protect him and that’s what he’d do.
He wasn’t alone though. He had his friends to back him up and help out. Gladio has become his most trusted guard. Ignis was his adviser and just all around there to help with decision making. And then there was Prompto. His closet friend. What Prompto May lack in ability to fight or strategize, he was his best friend. And he was loyal. And Noct held that trait above anything else.
It was early in the morning and Noctis had just woken up. He didn’t really move much out of bed though. He was just sat on the edge of it. It couldn’t be much later then five in the morning, which was unusual for Noctis to be up at this time of the morning since he always slept in. He never got up this early by himself. Noctis just glanced around the room for a bit before sighing, running a hand over his face.
Noctis had just turned 20 a few months ago. Noct was very aware of his father’s condition that had been getting worse over the past few years. And he ended up passing away around five months ago, leaving Noctis as the new king of Insomnia. Did he know what he was doing? No. Not in the slightest. But he didn’t allow himself to think much about that since this was his job. The people needed a king to protect him and that’s what he’d do.
He wasn’t alone though. He had his friends to back him up and help out. Gladio has become his most trusted guard. Ignis was his adviser and just all around there to help with decision making. And then there was Prompto. His closet friend. What Prompto May lack in ability to fight or strategize, he was his best friend. And he was loyal. And Noct held that trait above anything else.
It was early in the morning and Noctis had just woken up. He didn’t really move much out of bed though. He was just sat on the edge of it. It couldn’t be much later then five in the morning, which was unusual for Noctis to be up at this time of the morning since he always slept in. He never got up this early by himself. Noctis just glanced around the room for a bit before sighing, running a hand over his face.
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