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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[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.