Nox wasn't sure what to get Ariadne and her brother for their birthday. He really didn't have the cash for something big- Stel and Muninn kept eating up all his funds- but he still wanted to get them something nice. Luckily, he found his whittling kit with two small blocks of Tenebraen Oak after digging around his room for something unrelated.

It took Nox a few hours; but by end of the day, he had two little carved foxes ready for tomorrow.

"Uh, happy birthday." Nox held out two palm-sized foxes, both with little red ribbons tied around their tails. "One's for you, and one's for Vergil," he explained.

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Ariadne didn't seem to make much of a fuss around her birthday. It was a date on her ID card, a quiet date, one that she and Vergil celebrated with Caligo at home with a family cooked meal.

She didn't know what a birthday party was. Had never been allowed one herself, nor had she been allowed to attend others due to security concerns. She couldn't miss what she didn't know. Couldn't understand what she hadn't seen herself.

So when Nox approached with not one gift, but two, she froze up.

It was a foreign concept to her. Happy birthday she understood. Cards with well wishes too. But the act of gift giving outside of her family...?

She hesitated. Carefully reaching for the offered figures — unique, and they looked to be hand-carved. The silence from her dragged on for an uncomfortably long moment. When she did speak, it was with a very, very quiet voice.

"Thank-you." she practically whispered. The pads of her fingertips brushing the smooth ridges of what she decided would be her fox. Its ribbon was tied neater and its nose looked like it was turned up a little.

There was a small smile on her face when she looked back up to Nox. "Are you sure you want me to give this to Vergil? Don't you want to see his face too? — We can find him together."

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Nyx rolled his eyes. He had asked if there were any questions or concerns the young prince had but of course there weren’t. He had just jumped into the ocean in front of Noctis and Prompto to prove to the both of them that he was telling the truth when he finally had to admit what he really was. 

“While I’m appreciative of the compliment about my scales, that’s not the point I’m trying to make right now,” he said, his head barely poking up from the surface of the ocean, “Now maybe you’ll believe what said about you.”

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Dealing with Nox over few months the boy had been in Lucis had been difficult. Everyone had been overjoyed to find out their Prince was alive, but they didn’t want to overwhelm him. Regis was struggling the most. He wanted nothing more than to hold his son close, but he was perhaps, the person Nox was most uncomfortable around.

It hurt him, but Regis understood and entrusted his son’s safety to him. It was easier to accept a friend or mentor than someone claiming to be one’s father, after all. Cor had been talking to the boy a lot, over the last few months. He asked him questions about what he liked and disliked – things like that – and since he was on forced leave for a few days, he figured they could do something.

“Hey, kid, I have a few days free this week. Thought we could go fishing?” He recalled Nox saying something about liking it, and Cor had taken Noctis before he went missing. Part of him wondered if it was some suppressed memory that had brought about that hobby.

Prince Noctis let out a loud yawn as he snuggled close to the spectator of his ancestor. Since he survived the attack, Noctis can perceive the realm of the dead- he can see ghosts. Which in turn all them to see him. However, his ghostly harassers dared not to come around as long as the founder king was around which made the young prince limp after him.

Especially after Tenebrae.

Somnus was unused to any of his heirs being able to see him without having worn the Ring, but the youngest of his line was an exception in many ways. Interesting, how much they looked alike - his hair, however, was a bit more like Somnus' son's than Somnus' own. Well, Lumis had often worn it partially in braids, as his mother's people did, but that was neither here nor there.

Did it make him feel more protective? Perhaps, a little. He liked to think he would have reacted favorably regardless. In any case, he found himself lingering near young Prince Noctis, an invisible companion and protector. Dead he may be, but spirits possessed their own power. And this close to the Crystal.... no, no one was going to challenge him in his own domain.

He would keep the boy safe.

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I have a lil 2014 silver Kia Soul. Her name is Nina.  🤍

I also had a 1991 Firebird, cherry red, which I recently sold and somewhat regret. His name was Phoenix. Sadly, he was falling apart and I didn’t have the means to refurb him.  

"Uncle, look at all the ice cream flavors!" The teenager stared at the ice cream cart's list in awe. In Niflheim, such a frozen treat was rare, flavors other than vanilla even rarer. So, finding out that there's more than one flavor of ice cream is really shaking Nox's perspective on the world.

"So... Many..." It was almost overwhelming.

"They can give you samples," Ardyn told them. "To help you narrow down what you want."

He smiles at his nephew's excitement over such a simple thing. Happy to give him something little to be in awe of. It reminds him of himself a little too, when ice creams were first invented, and he wanted to try every new flavor that popped up. Even the terrible ones like Hartshorn and pate. Though thankfully those weren't around any longer.

"And should you still be unable to decide, you can always get two different flavors," He added. "and I'll be sure to get something different as well."

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Silence blanketed over the Manor. It felt like the war would never come to an end, and the latest development in Insomnia had shaken what scraps of normalcy were left for the servants who remained at Fenestala.

Though there had been little opportunity for them to live and work elsewhere. Where in the world was safe? The false peace treaty was proof enough that the whole world had gone to pieces.

Aerith had often thought about life elsewhere. Had she lived in an ideal world, she and her mother would have escaped across the seas back when Tenebrae was attacked. It wasn’t an option though, that was exactly what the Empire anticipated. Following the attack boatloads of people were intervened. Those captured were labelled as traitors and the Gods only knew where they had ended up.

So, when she bumped into the young man inspecting the Manor gardens, she couldn’t hold her own tongue. “Are you happy?” she asked. “Thought you’d be out celebrating.”

"Noctis! They are selling catfish bags online!"

((pretend this is a catfish))

"Okay.  Okay.  Listen to me carefully.  Okay?”  Noctis paused to take a slow, deep breath, calming himself down.  Kind of.

“Okay.  We’re going to get a dozen of these.  You buy six, and I buy six.  It won’t look suspicious that way.”

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"Uncles email adventures, and the king doing something foolish."

“I shouldn’t be surprised. What has he done now?”

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Ariadne rested her chin on her fist. And she watched. And watched. Her observation was utterly silent, though the weight of her attention — should he notice — would feel quite stifling.

Like a predator assessing their prey.

Though she wasn’t so dangerous. It was merely her face. The stern expression her default. “You’re awfully relaxed for someone who doesn’t have their assignment ready to hand in.” she finally piped up.

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HQ was a little calm that day. There were a lot of bounties posted so he wasn’t completely shocked. And of course the more ‘scary’ ones were still available to take. One in particular caught his eye, seeing the image of the large creature on the poster was a clear sign that it wouldn’t be as much of a simple find and kill. Especially when it only arrived at night when the daemons did as well. 

After grabbing the poster, he made sure to get himself ready, purchasing what he needed and eating a good meal. A meal that would likely be his last so he chose wisely. After finishing and paying the owner, he turned around to go rent a chocobo when he noticed a familiar face. Literally in front of him. He looked down at the man with wide eyes. Was that...?

“Your highness...” he whispered. 

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Andromeda takes the raggedy black kitten in her arms and coos at her. The kitten looks up at her and sniffs, then looks all around from her newfound height--looking to get into mischief, no doubt. For such a young thing, the kitten appears to have gotten into trouble before, and come out on the bad end of it.

"What a cute little imp," Andromeda croons. "Impish is a good name for you."

"Uncle Gil...?" The young prince yawned. "Why are you yelling at the crystal?" Noctis was bare food, dressed in his silk pajamas with his toy sword in one hand, and one of his father's capes in the other that he lugged around like a blanket.

"We're going to get in trouble if they find us..."

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Gilgamesh cut himself short at once. There was a time when Gil 'yelling' was barely more than raising his voice. This time? This time he was full-on yelling.

The end of April left a hollow ache in his chest, reminding himself that he was continents away from the gentle young soul he had failed. That he had failed so badly that only if you knew what you were looking for could you begin to see the hints.

And the other impulsive, hard headed bastard he'd turned his back on for one minute--

Gilgamesh took a slow breath. "There is little they can do to stop me, little prince.You however, ought to be in bed. Come."

He offered a hand, pointedly turning his back on it. He could pick a fight with the gods anytime,anyway; time was not something he lacked.

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"...what runs in the family?", he asked, and his voice was so low and silent, it could have been mistaken for a hiss. His eyes narrowing at the boy.

The looks? Undeniable. Somehow his own genetics had prevailed throughout every generation of the royal family, giving away ancestry at first look. But anything else? Sometimes Somnus felt like there must have been a switch-up in newborns along the lineage. Maybe it also were just the millennia chewing away on his understanding and empathy of those not as experienced as he was.

Nevertheless, he was curious to hear what the boy had meant.

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