[ cockatrices have been successfully fed with very minimal damage -- no one was turned to stone, for one -- and even if noctis, for the life of him, doesn't understand just why one would choose to feed the vicious beasts instead of killing them, he follows accordingly.
a new person is met (and noctis can't shake the weird, weird feeling that somehow this new, strange, standoffish dude reminds him of himself). neither of them talk very much, but it suits noctis quite well. jobs are complete, and an unpleasant reward lies at the end of a very long and very strange tunnel.
he's staring at a similarly horrific scene in his own book, all color bleeding from his face. spot, his loyal black chocobo who had come along for the right, makes a soft, questioning kweh. he looks up when he hears his new companion's reaction, realizes quickly that maybe this isn't just limited to him, after all -- just like that whole talking furniture debacle. ]
Bad shit? [ he finally offers, more calm than he feels -- roiling, the clenching of his stomach. his father, dead in the middle of his throne room with a great sword in his chest. his knuckles are white when he closes the book. ] It happens. Whoever is running this town knows the worst of you.
iv.
a new person is met (and noctis can't shake the weird, weird feeling that somehow this new, strange, standoffish dude reminds him of himself). neither of them talk very much, but it suits noctis quite well. jobs are complete, and an unpleasant reward lies at the end of a very long and very strange tunnel.
he's staring at a similarly horrific scene in his own book, all color bleeding from his face. spot, his loyal black chocobo who had come along for the right, makes a soft, questioning kweh. he looks up when he hears his new companion's reaction, realizes quickly that maybe this isn't just limited to him, after all -- just like that whole talking furniture debacle. ]
Bad shit? [ he finally offers, more calm than he feels -- roiling, the clenching of his stomach. his father, dead in the middle of his throne room with a great sword in his chest. his knuckles are white when he closes the book. ] It happens. Whoever is running this town knows the worst of you.