those crystal blues

[carbungle]

♥ Who: Noctis and... some people!! CR-related.
♥ Where: @ the Caelum junior house
♥ When: around now, yolo
♥ What: a wall breaks, a flood rushes in. try not to drown.
♥ Rating: PG, thar be some blood


( here be a catch-all for a player plot, prompts in threads below )

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[astralera]

[ Era nods in acknowledgement, not bothering to inquire further. Carbuncle sticks close to Noct as he's carried to the bed, much more reluctant to give him space. So long as it doesn't make a nuisance of itself she'll leave it be. There are more important things to be done, such as cleaning up the blood before Regis arrives.

Fortunately Era has enough supplies on hand to deal with the mess with little fuss. A large bottle of water and a sterile cloth are pulled from her bag, and she quickly gets to work. ]

I will stop by later with some meals. If the door is unlocked, I can put the food away and leave without disturbing anyone's rest.

[iustaegis]

Thank you, Era. [ She replies gratefully, sitting upon the edge of her bed. Her hand remains upon Noctis' forehead, then moving her fingers through his hair. ] That's very kind and-- so, so helpful of you. We'll keep the door unlocked.

[ Within the realm of her crystal she's preoccupied with Noctis, watching him slumber and recover, but that doesn't mean she's distracted from reality itself. Pyra leaves Noctis' sleeping body to fetch a handtowel from the bathroom, beginning to clean the blood from his chin and nose.

Only after another moment or two does she speak. ]

Um. Is... there something you want me to tell him? I can pass on a message as he sleeps, if you'd like. [ Of course, Era can simply say whatever she needs to say it to himself when he recovers. Still, the offer is there if she chooses. ]

[astralera]

[ It doesn't take long to clean up the floor, though Era takes another cloth and uses some water to go over eveything a second time, then a third, as if she cleans it enough times she can erase the sight of it from her mind. ]

He doesn't need to know I was here. [ No need to add further awkwardness or embarrassment for him if it isn't necessary. ] He'll message me when he feels well enough for it.

Was this the only place with blood?

[iustaegis]

Mm, yes. [ Just that spot, but just enough for it to be alarming. It'll dry in time, and, really, Era has done a lot already.

Pyra's eyes lift from the cleaned portion of the floor to Era, her free hand lifting to her chest, a gesture of sincerity. ] Era... Truly, thank you.

[astralera]

He asked for help. What else was I do to but answer?

[ She keeps her gaze on the floor, not yet ready to leave but also unsure of what use it would be to stay. ]

I wish I could find that link between our worlds. With a Warrior of Light there would be no need for a King of Kings.

[ She hates this. His fate could be rewritten, if only Eos' swivving Astrals had an onze of compassion. And here... Aellyn was supposed to be a sanctuary for him, yet Bahamut and the Crystal still make such demands of him—

Narangerel chooses this moment to unfurl from her shoulders, crossing the distance between Era and Noctis in an almost preternaturally swift movement. She blinks at the wispy trail of blue light left in her dream-guide's wake, and startles when she feels the polecat curl up against her brother's neck. It takes a moment for it to sink in, but once it does Era places her face in her hands and lets out a shaky breath of relief.

Naran chirps softly, pleased with herself.

See? You haven't lost another brother.

Era still can't bring herself to uncover her face, afraid she might do something awful like cry, so when she does speak again it's muffled by her hands, and only a little bit choked up. ]

Thank-you for saving him.

[iustaegis]

I... did what I could. [ She watches Era's companion move from her to Noctis, and she allows it some space to cuddle against him. When Era speaks again, Pyra's attention returns to her, and she's surprised at seeing the other seem so... vulnerable? Almost, what with that shaky breath. Era is usually so hardened in her presence. This is different. ]

Oh, Era.... [ She wishes she could offer a hug, but knows that wouldn't go over well at all. Instead: ]

Do you want to talk to him? As he sleeps, that is. [ She asks this hesitantly, unsure how the other might react, but her tone is kind, as if believing that the offer might soothe her worries in some way, shape, or form. ] He might not hear but-- it could help. [ Era's companion is cuddled next to Noct. Perhaps Era would want to be with her brother, too, if just for a few moments. ]

I'll leave you two in private, if it helps.

[astralera]

[ Era shakes her head at the offer. ]

He'll feel guilty for upsetting me.

[ She takes another breath and scrubs at her face with her hands, then sighs. Naran adjusts to wrap herself around Noct's neck like a particularly warm, soft, troublemaking scarf. Era gestures at the creature as she rises to her feet. ]

Naran is refusing to leave...

[ She tries once more to silently urge the dream-guide to extricate herself, but Naran won't budge, daring her to do it herself. Era approaches to do just that
ready to scruff the unruly little piece of her soul—

The creature leaps away once she's near enough to Noct that she can't ignore him. Era flounders. Naran urges: look at him, coward.

She does.

With his face washed of blood he's a much less painful sight to behold. She lifts a hand to press the inside of her wrist against his forehead, checking for any fever, then smooths his brow absentmindedly with the pad of her thumb. ]

...Your hair is a disaster.

[ With that, Era pulls away and steps back, gaze drifting back down to the floor. She gives a casual-but-polite bow to Pyra. ]

I'll be leaving now.

[iustaegis]

[ She allows them to have their moment, quietly respectful of their interaction and the tender way in which Era brushes her thumb against his forehead. Guilty for upsetting another? Sounds like Noctis, alright, although she knows it's something he's working on, too. Hopefully this time won't be as bad.

Pyra's head politely tips downward in response. ] Take care, Era. I'm sure he'll contact you when he's awake.