Noctis Lucis Caelum (
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those crystal blues
♥ 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 )
♥ 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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What... do you mean?
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But she's talking more than physical danger. She knows he has his own share of hardships and traumas, haunts that plague him. He's getting more help than he has ever has had before, but it's a journey. ] When everything feels worse than it is, or when one feels alone, or it's too dark to see anyone or anything else...
[ She allows her sword to vanish, and upon her own chest, she presses her palm to her crystal. ] The light you give me-- your light is-- it's home.
[ Safe. Comfortable. Loved. That is home, always accepting, always welcoming one back to it, no matter how battered or weary the resident may return, no matter how long they've stayed lost. A home is a safe place to rest, to grieve if need be, but also to rest, to recover. Her hand lowers to his chest, draws the outline of the crystal there. Then, she cups over his hand, pressing his palm to it. ]
I hope... you can find that home here, too, with the light I give you. A little reminder that you're not alone, just in case you might need it.
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Home... it's a warm thought, one he can't help but dwell on. Sometimes it's hard to think about home, because to him the concept (in a literal sense) is so distressing now. Home means death, the symbolism of his country and his family made manifest into his own future. Skulls and wings and swords, and a dragon god to lord over it all and see it through. Arriving here and finding his family, forging relationships, making connections... he's been able to find home elsewhere, with the people he loves. Home isn't a place as much as it used to be, and while he still loves and misses Insomnia, that can't be home for him anymore. It's a coffin, waiting for him to climb in. Home is... safe, home is love, home is a warm bed and good food and smiling faces. It makes him think of the Kingsglaive and their pledge, for hearth and home. An ironic phrase for people who have lost their homes, but he kind of gets it, now. Maybe Drautos meant it as a wound to inflict on his soldiers more than inspiration, but they'd found families amongst themselves, hadn't they? He used to envy the camaraderie he witnessed, and had felt it with his own group during their journey together. Your brothers, Cid had reminded him. His home is... is people, now. This house, the city around them, even Elysium- they're just places. He can get lost in places, in his own head, but...
His hand tightens, giving a slight tug on hers. He can't do much, but he can hold her a little, just like this.]
I know my way home. And I know you'll guide me back when I need it.
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Her hand comb through is hair again, bringing her palm to the side of his cheek as the other twines against his hand. His tug against hers feels weaker than it would be, reminding her of what he's just gone through. ]
Mm, Noct?
When you wake up, there's one thing I'd like you focus on.
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What's up?
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[ She knows him well-- well enough to know that he might feel restless or guilty for being idle or otherwise incapacitated, especially when there is some sort of vague pressure, from duty, prophecy, or upbringing to do things, help others, and put himself second, third, and always last.
She wants none of that, so she's giving him this new task. ] Rest, [ She repeats, gently, squeezing his hand, solidifying their mutual hold. ] and recover and take your time doing so. [ There's no one here that currently needs saving, and if he's worried about saving the world, she can simply hold his hand as he rests. ]
That's it, that's the only thing you need to do. Everyone you know will take care of anything else that needs to be done. [ She knows his family will help. She knows that she'd do all of this alone for him, if they don't. ] Stay on the couch, the bed, the back porch, wherever you want to all day, whatever is best. The chores, meals, laundry, all the animals... we'll handle it, do you hear me?
You only focus on allowing your mind to recover.
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He exhales a breath through his nose, casting his gaze downward, and getting a glimpse of the crystal again on the way. If he forgets what happened and what state he'd ended up in, he's got a built-in reminder to make him behave when Pyra isn't around to do it. If he pushes himself, he'll probably just delay his recovery and make things harder on everyone else.]
You want me... [He begins slowly, every word a bit drawn out for dramatic effect, acting affronted,] To take it easy and let myself be pampered? Me?
[Perish the thought, a spoiled rich boy having to relax and let someone else take care of him. He's never done that before.
He understands the meaning of her request, though. He can't blame her for worrying, really. He's worried. It's a miracle that enough of him survived to even have this conversation, and he's likely going to need some time to sort through his memories and figure out what's really his and what isn't. He's had to do this before, of course, but never on this scale. It's a hell of a daunting task, and for most of it, he has to handle it on his own. It isn't like anyone can tell him what his own memories ought to be, unless they were present for them.]
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While it's true merely splicing her crystal onto another could return them to life, fully physically well, the exhaustion that he'll feel from the impact of memories bombarding his mind for those scant minutes she had taken to reach him will be very, very real. That trauma is not something her crystal can repair, and-- having never done this before-- she fears that that may indeed translate to malaise and weakness. All of him, all of his subconscious, will need to work and to repair what damage had been done. Elysium is a balm, an opiate to the realities his physical body and brain are experiencing. Her crystal is an entity that protects him from a maelstrom of memories he now harbors. But he is still human, still mortal. He needs dedicated time to recover, and to focus on that recovery as if it were medicine itself.
She wants him to rest, and not feel guilty for that rest.
Pyra answers in a similar, faux-serious tone, although she cannot help her smile. She does adore pampering him. ]
This task, should you choose to accept, will result in a fate of cuddles and sweets and family.
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[A non-serious answer with a very serious promise buried beneath it, and it shows in his somewhat guilty expression and the slight smile he wears- guilt not for requiring rest and extra care, but requiring the gentle chiding ahead of time. He would definitely have ended up pushing himself too hard in some way or another, as he often does. Everyone worrying about him and taking care of him after an awful trauma of his own making, when he failed to take these memories seriously enough and push for a better resolution than just recording them and pushing them to the corner of his mind until he could ignore them no longer...
He tugs her hand up to his mouth for a kiss he'd intended to be brief, but can't help lingering on, a faint tremor in his grasp and tone. He could have lost her, lost himself. Lost so much. If her request is for him to take it easy and recover properly, after saving his life, he definitely can't refuse. Especially when he hopes she'll have less to worry about if he does this right.]
Whatever you think is best, I'll follow your lead. I... could probably stand to do a little more listening to other people when I'm in trouble.
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You're resilient, Noct, but... [ "But you're also mortal," is what she almost adds, but the wording to that sounds too underestimating of him. He's mortal, yes, but he's done and overcome so many things before. ] ...You have your limits. [ There's a balance between the two, knowing what one can handle and what one cannot, and the ability to ask for help when the latter occurs.
In this case, the both of them knew that this could have happened, and the memories were happening more frequently. Neither knew that it would happen this day. He had asked for help, when it counted most.
How she sorely wishes she had brought up to offer her crystal again after she saw him lost to another memory when they woke up from camping together.
Hindsight is always clearer, though. ]
I'm very proud of you, that you asked for help.
[ That's what really saved his life. ]
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[Her words make his cheeks go a little pink, at first because he's pleased by the praise, then because it occurs to him just how he asked for help. As in, blind-firing help into his social circle and hoping for the best. He... actually has no idea who he sent those to, or how many, or what else he might have said if anything. It's pure luck that he managed to get one to Pyra at all. God, what kind of disaster is waiting for him when he wakes up?]
S-sorry, that must've really freaked you out, huh?
[It's only a half-apology, as he's not really sorry for needing help - rather, he doesn't regret asking. Still, he wishes there'd been a better way of going about it. Maybe if he'd had some sort of emergency contact set up, or only contacted her... all options for an alternate reality where he hadn't had an awful bloody breakdown and lost the capacity to properly think within seconds of realizing he needed her. Something to think about, though it may not matter after the fact.]
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This is one of those times, and so she leans down a bit to bring him into a half-hug. When she straightens up again, her hand is back in his. ] And I'm so, so thankful for it.
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Do I really not...?
[It's true that when he's given help freely, he'll usually show that he's grateful one way or another. He can acknowledge that much- he wants to make sure that those who support him are aware that he appreciates it. He's awkward and kind of bad at it and forgets sometimes, but... he tries, at least. But asking for it, himself? That's... yeah, that's far more rare. He should probably feel bad about that, too, but she's saying she's grateful for it, and he is, too, so he'll try to hold off on the guilt complex there, for once. He purses his lips, considering.]
...Then, um... I'll ask you again. Help me?
[He's definitely going to need it, recovering from all this - with the problems he knows about, and those he doesn't - and even if she's already offered to take care of him, maybe it'll help her to hear that he's willing.]
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[ For a few moments, her smile is bittersweet. The memory of finding him collapsed isn't easy to forget, and if not for the simple request for help, she wouldn't have known unless she coincidentally attempted to warp or summon the sword he'd lent her, and discovers that the armory powers weren't working correctly. That would have been luck. This time he had chosen to ask for help instead, and that choice saved his life. It's a big step. Whether it was from desperation or panic, she's glad that he had asked, that he hadn't chosen to hide what was happening to him, which he could have easily done.
"This might not be all that comforting, but I've almost died plenty of times. It's not as big a deal as you might think."
This, he said to her the last time he had a near-death experience with the Fetter. ]
Noct, do you... [ Her lips purse as she thinks about how to word her question. ] You once told me that you've almost died plenty of times. That's it not as 'big of a deal'.
[ She tilts her head down, looking at him earnestly. ] Do you ever grow tired of that? Nearly dying.
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Believe me, I don't enjoy it. If I had a choice, I wouldn't end up like that. But... you understand why, right?
[He gets hurt because he fights. He fights to protect people. Sometimes he protects people by nearly dying. It isn't because he chose that option, but because it's a natural consequence of not being strong enough to survive what's thrown at him when it happens. He's not proud of it, but he's not ashamed, either. To fight means to risk your life. That's what it means to be a soldier of any kind.]
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[ He wants to protect others. That's easy to understand. ] But, um, I don't want you to think that it's a... casual thing to me. I'll always care about things like that. [ The light in her eyes dances with a bit of mist reflected in them.
Treating his near-death experiences as par for the course, as simply a part of his life as the standard, as "not a big deal", simply doesn't sit right to her. It seems callous to brush off such a serious event for a loved one to experience, and it speaks to the harsh reality of his life that he's so used to it, whereas she is not. She'll never be, immortal as she is. ] I know with battles it's different, and you'll always fight for others and put them first, but...
At least with the crystal and these memories-- a near-death experience doesn't have to be a part of your life anymore, okay? [ She hopes that he'll allow her that, just one pocket of his non-battle life being without the threat of being crushed and killed by the weight of the world's memories. She doesn't want him to be used to such a terrible thing. How would he appear if he was, perhaps as worn down as his older self?
He deserves something better than that. ]
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[He'd never intended to make it into a casual thing; it certainly wasn't in the moment when it happened. There'd been panic and yelling, usually blood or some injury, plenty of pain. It wasn't a fun experience. He'd experienced it and witnessed it, both- through his own, or through the close calls of his comrades. It had happened too many times to count, as they'd fumbled their way through a dangerous, unknown world with too little information and nowhere near enough resources. Luck, magic, and stubborn teamwork had gotten them through the worst of it, every time. If not for all of that, any of them could have died multiple times.
It isn't casual, though. It isn't... "no big deal". and knowing how he'd felt in those moments, waiting in panic as a phoenix down kicked in or a potion sealed up a bad wound that could have killed someone who didn't have magic in their pockets, well. He knows how she must feel, watching him. He doesn't want to just brush those feelings aside like they don't matter, just because he's gotten used to playing fast and wild with his own life.]
The crystal... is gonna store them, you said. Keep the bulk of them away from my head, so this doesn't happen again. Is that- as long as I have it with me?
[He'd assumed that was the case, back when they first discussed it, but he needs to know for sure what counts as a permanent solution. If the wall breaks or something happens, he doesn't want to fall into that state again and upset everyone. He doesn't want to die through his own ignorance, either.]
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As long as you have it with you.
[ She answers, her eyes flicking to the crystal on his chest, then up to his face.
Her telling him that she could take back the crystal at any moment doesn't seem so much like an option anymore, when his life is on the line. At the same time, if he dies, and she uses her crystal to bring him back, would it not reset him to a state that wouldn't need protection? A death loophole, as it were--
She doesn't want to test it. ]
It's--um-- we are used to processing and storing so much history. It will hold, but... [ But the hows aren't important. Pyra tilts her head, then, tentatively: ] How are you feeling? Up here, I mean. [ Her hand moves to brush through his hair, afterwards tapping a finger to the side of his head. ]
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Like I've gone through a tumble dryer, at this point. [He's wondering if it's a miracle he even knows what that is.] I'm... not doing so good. I think. Not yet, at least. [He wobbles a hand awkwardly, struggling to find the words to describe it. If she gives him the time, he'll work through it, slowly.] You know how... when I got those visions, the last few times, I had a hard time coming out of it? Everything was fuzzy. It was tough to figure out what was mine, and what was theirs.
[It's easier to talk to her about the present, and the crystal and the sword and everything related to her, because he can ask questions and not worry about answers, things he should remember but have managed to forget, temporarily or not. He doesn't have to know about those things, because they're hers, and she remembers them just fine. He's... worried. About what he remembers, and what he's forgotten. ...Actually-]
I'm scared. [What's the point of being here, of her offering to support him and sharing her crystal with him, if he's just going to monologue his confusion in his own stupid head and keep silent otherwise? She can't help him if he doesn't admit he needs it. They already went over how he'd have been screwed if he didn't before.] I... I'm worried I waited too long, that I should have asked for your help months ago, or even back when you first offered. I didn't even remember that you'd done it at the time... I was in too much of a panic to know what I was doing when I sent out those messages.
[He chews idly on his lower lip, feeling awkward about admitting all this, but - and if there was one blessing about his current memory issues, it's this - not exactly sure why. Habit, maybe. Why is he so stubborn about keeping things to himself all the time? What purpose does it serve, isn't he just hurting people including himself?]
...I don't... want to hurt people, by forgetting important stuff that we've done together. But I don't know what got caught up in all this, or... if there's anything that won't come back. [No, that's not the only thing. It's for him, too.] I- I don't want to forget.
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Her lips press together, thinking of something. ]
The memories of your star-- you're a part of it, aren't you? They must still be there. Maybe it's a matter of waiting. Maybe it's a matter of exploring the archives of memories themselves and finding them. [ Such as taking a metaphysical trip into memories that are being processed by the spliced part of her crystal that now rests upon his chest, like browsing a library. ] However, [ She continues, her tone firming, as if cautioning him from being too reckless. ] That'd be something reserved to consider in the future, not now.
[ Then the tone softens, as does her smile. ]
Besides... no one can fault you, if you need a reminder or two in the meantime. [ She'd like to believe those who know him well enough to realize he's forgetting one or two things would be understanding. She's more worried about any guilt he might feel over that forgetting, when it wasn't his fault in the first place why he'd forgotten. ] You're allowed to be scared. And to want things. And-- [ Another small tap upon his head. ] You're also allowed to be patient with yourself, as these memories return.
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[He frowns but doesn't protest, his brow furrowing in the middle as he thinks on it. The potential for searching out memories... it makes him curious, but he sets it aside for now, not wanting to confuse himself or get his hopes up when he still has no concept of what his true state will be from now on. Maybe it's like when Mythra was in his consciousness and his armory, or... something. That's a problem for another day, as she said.
His fingers curl against the crystal again, helpless and instinctive. He keeps going back to it, trying to adjust to the way it feels in his chest. It's going to take a while, but at the same time, the reminder is useful. As long as you have it with you. It means he's safe.
Focus, focus... be patient with himself, huh.]
...Which means... I shouldn't let myself get too guilty about mixing stuff up, or not remembering properly.
[Easier said than done, but considering his habit of jumping straight to internalized guilt or ineptitude, it's something to keep in mind. He has a feeling he'll need to be kinder to himself or he'll go crazy trying to keep up with his own mistakes.]
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Additional reminders, support, and encouragement cannot hurt, either. ] Mm, Noct...? [ Most of the time, this precedes a question. This time, she leans in a little more towards him, and her hand stops brushing through his hair.
More emotion than she means for slips into her voice, earnest and loving and wanting so, so much more for him-- more peace, more safety, more freedom. Less guilt, less pain, less suffering, less blaming himself for things he cannot control. ]
It's not your fault.
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It's a little bit my fault. I have to be honest with myself on that one.
[It may not be his choices that forced an entire planet's worth of memories into his insufficient human brain, but she'd handed him a solution for what happened today months and months ago. He'd ignored it, he'd brushed it aside, he'd let himself forget more often than not. It would be irresponsible if he just pushed all of that on the gods; they did this to him, but the choices he made afterwards matter, too.]
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[ She's not budging on this one. She won't let him have this blame-- she can't. If this is his fault, then it's equally hers for not bringing it up again, when she had so many opportunities to do so, when she saw the signs, the increased amount of memories he was having, and still wondered if he was tolerating it well. Hoping, maybe, that he wouldn't need her crystal, that it wouldn't come to it if he didn't want it.
But she knows that he'd say it wasn't her fault, either, and it's not fair that he'd blame himself and not her, when they both could have talked about this solution more together.
She doesn't know how to say all of this to him. ]
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Rather than answering, he closes his eyes for a long moment, quietly mustering his energy, then shifts his hands down to the grass, bending his elbows to try and prop himself upright.]
Help me up...
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