[ What's she supposed to do with that. She frowns at him, her nose wrinkling. If he'd successfully saved his stupid world he'd be dead and then who the fuck would she even have here now? So instead he just gets to mope about it indefinitely like a big mopey ass. ]
[ She grins at him, total self-satisfaction with herself. She will laugh it up, thank you kindly. She flops over when she's finished breathing heavily and smiling. ]
Don't worry about it, we'll find you a princess or something so you have a proper heir.
Passin' the buck, so you can carry on gallivanting the universe with me, obviously.
[ It would almost be nice. To slough that destiny off to someone else, let him be free. She knows it'll never happen, that he's too much of a softy to inflict that on anyone else. But. It'd be nice. ]
[He shoulders shake with a laugh that doesn't quite escape him, and she'll feel the stubble at his jawline move against her skin as he retorts back.]
Guess that'd be nice. An extended vacation. I'm sure we both need it.
[But the unspoken reality is that it would be impossible for Noctis. Plagued by guilt, having abandoned his ordained destiny, having shafted the responsibility onto someone else in this hypothetical situation.]
[ An impossible, pointless dream. That's what makes it kind of ok to say out loud and laugh at, planning out stupid things they'd like to do if they didn't have to save the fucking universe.
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somnifacient) wrote2017-03-25 01:39 am
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[ Bitchily raised eyebrows. ]
( I mean, what're you mad about? )
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[But there is an actual moment of consideration before he adds:]
(In general? Nothing that can be fixed here, apparently, or not anytime soon.)
[Poor, crumbling Eos.]
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( Somebody else will have to take care of it. )
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(There's literally no one else who can. That's the whole point of me even being alive.)
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[ She manages to keep a straight face for like three seconds. ]
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Wh-
I'm not getting you pregnant!
[(He says out loud, for everyone to hear.)]
He's not even sure it works like that? Would it? He shakes his head, wrinkling his nose. Gods, Annie.]
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I think-- [ No, she can't do it, she's laughing too hard. ] I think it's a great idea.
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Yeah, yeah, laugh it up. Real funny.
[They were trying to have a serious conversation, but that’s absolutely dissolved into nothing.]
Gods, I thought you were being serious.
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Don't worry about it, we'll find you a princess or something so you have a proper heir.
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[He crosses his arms, looking at her. Noctis huffs a bit.]
My line dies with me, blah blah blah. You know the story.
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[ She might be edging into insensitivity, but we hope he'll just take it for the joke it is.... ]
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They'd still be born just to die. Why would I do that to anyone?
[Then again, why was it done to him? He should be more angry about that, but he can't ever bring himself to be.]
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[ It would almost be nice. To slough that destiny off to someone else, let him be free. She knows it'll never happen, that he's too much of a softy to inflict that on anyone else. But. It'd be nice. ]
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That sure makes me sound like Father of the Year. "Gallivanting" and doing what, exactly?
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Seeing things. Meeting people. Doing stuff.
[ Like they could make it in to one big intergalactic vacation instead of the ridiculous suicide mission it probably actually is. ]
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[He shoulders shake with a laugh that doesn't quite escape him, and she'll feel the stubble at his jawline move against her skin as he retorts back.]
Guess that'd be nice. An extended vacation. I'm sure we both need it.
[But the unspoken reality is that it would be impossible for Noctis. Plagued by guilt, having abandoned his ordained destiny, having shafted the responsibility onto someone else in this hypothetical situation.]
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Depressing :) ]
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