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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[ 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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