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[ Sometime around midday, a cheerful voice suddenly filters through the crystal and right into Regis' head. Surprise. ]
Hello, Regis. If you are not busy, might I ask you a question?
Hello, Regis. If you are not busy, might I ask you a question?
Wonderful. Do you by chance have a favorite flower?
[ For a moment, there is statlement over the connection. Then a brief glimpse at deeper emotions which get collected from being transmitted quickly enough, because flowers mean Aulea, and then Clarus's children... ]
That is not a question I have thought of recently, but... dark purple maybells, perhaps.
That is not a question I have thought of recently, but... dark purple maybells, perhaps.
Such seems to be the case with many I ask. [ She doesn't seem put off by that, nor the silence that lingered before he actually answered. She's a patient woman. ] Ah, maybells are quite lovely. I will be sure to note it, thank you.
'Tis for a project I am working on. You will see during the festival that should be starting soon — you do intend to participate, correct?
Perhaps attending would have been a more appropriate word. But there are plenty of events that take place during the festival — dancing, flower crown weaving, a variety of others and I am certain more that I did not see last year.
[ She laughs. ] Hardly! Besides, I am far older than you and more than able to attend. [ was that a joke? god. ]
I thank you for the kind words, but from what I have seen you carry yours well enough. [ She sounds more amused than anything. ] I hope to see you there.
Edited 2017-04-12 17:04 (UTC)
[ You do not need a cane to support your weight, he doesn't say, nor a brace to assist your leg. She has seen those. And an argument would do nobody any good.
Instead, there is the feeling of a soft smile, and a quiet, ] I will be looking forward to it. Thank you.
[The date doesn't hit Noctis until sometime after lunch when it clicks while he's playing with the cat. It's a sobering sort of realization, and it gets him nicked by the cat's claws once or twice from inattention. He still has the newspaper somewhere, stuffed in his armiger, but he doesn't bring it out. He had meant to burn it and had never quite brought himself to. Noct doesn't get it out now, however, but instead abandons the cat after some cuddling to go find someone very important connected to this date: his dad.
He feels like he should have done this yesterday, when the actual fall of their home had been, but that's not the date that sticks in his mind. It's not the date Ignis broke all speed limits to get back to the last checkpoint, the date they tore through guards and MTs, the afternoon they stood on the overlook, staring at distant rising smoke and massive Niflheim warships soaring overhead. Not when he heard Cor's voice on the phone confirming the worst.
But he's had time to process all that - more or less. And he knows it's been less time for his dad, and Regis had been there. So had Nyx - and Cor. It's his dad that Noct focuses on, though. And when he finds Regis, wherever the man's gone, Noct sort of hesitates for a bit, dithering. Then he has a 'to hell with it' moment and does what he probably should have done forever ago on the steps of the citadel as his dad grasped his shoulders and told him to walk tall.
Noct gives his dad a hug.]
He feels like he should have done this yesterday, when the actual fall of their home had been, but that's not the date that sticks in his mind. It's not the date Ignis broke all speed limits to get back to the last checkpoint, the date they tore through guards and MTs, the afternoon they stood on the overlook, staring at distant rising smoke and massive Niflheim warships soaring overhead. Not when he heard Cor's voice on the phone confirming the worst.
But he's had time to process all that - more or less. And he knows it's been less time for his dad, and Regis had been there. So had Nyx - and Cor. It's his dad that Noct focuses on, though. And when he finds Regis, wherever the man's gone, Noct sort of hesitates for a bit, dithering. Then he has a 'to hell with it' moment and does what he probably should have done forever ago on the steps of the citadel as his dad grasped his shoulders and told him to walk tall.
Noct gives his dad a hug.]
[ Both days have been very difficult for Regis. He had... mostly found his balance, against the grief and staggering guilt. He had lost so many people he had worked with for a long time, so many people he had cared about, some that he had loved... and all who had relied on him. To protect them from that same thing. He was restless, hardly able to meet anyone's eyes in the house but doing so anyway, walking tall. Staying close, to reassure those who needed the reassurance, and only going off when he got too listless to stay indoors.
Not walking, though, other than his search for Cor. There were fires to put out. He could help. He could do something.
But then he came back, as soon as he finished a reasonable shift, or got too tired.
(It was far, far too soon for an anniversary. Forever would be too soon, but not this soon.)
So Noct doesn't have to look for him much. He is in the garden, probably still smelling faintly of the candles that Cor had burned. ]
Son. [ Softly, an acknowledgement of Noct's presence... and then no hesitation at all, to wrap his arms around the smaller, slender frame, to hold his son close to him, to his heart. And his breath comes in ragged, but he tries to keep it steady. ] I'm here.
[ Whatever that may mean, how much or how little, he is. ]
Not walking, though, other than his search for Cor. There were fires to put out. He could help. He could do something.
But then he came back, as soon as he finished a reasonable shift, or got too tired.
(It was far, far too soon for an anniversary. Forever would be too soon, but not this soon.)
So Noct doesn't have to look for him much. He is in the garden, probably still smelling faintly of the candles that Cor had burned. ]
Son. [ Softly, an acknowledgement of Noct's presence... and then no hesitation at all, to wrap his arms around the smaller, slender frame, to hold his son close to him, to his heart. And his breath comes in ragged, but he tries to keep it steady. ] I'm here.
[ Whatever that may mean, how much or how little, he is. ]
[Hearing the way his dad breathes the faint tremble of his voice, Noctis just stays where he is, clinging and saying nothing for a time. Finding the words to convey what he wants to is difficult, but he hopes that his dad understands anyway. He means this to be a comfort to Regis, but it's a comfort to Noctis as well - something he wishes he could have done back then. But hindsight is, as always, 20/20.
Eventually, though, some words do manage to come.]
I ... should have realized you were saying goodbye...
[There is a part of him that is still upset about everything Regis never told him... and yet at the same time, Noctis feels so stupid for having missed certain obvious signs. For having not pushed for more time or for his dad to talk about the things both of them went out of their way to avoid.]
Eventually, though, some words do manage to come.]
I ... should have realized you were saying goodbye...
[There is a part of him that is still upset about everything Regis never told him... and yet at the same time, Noctis feels so stupid for having missed certain obvious signs. For having not pushed for more time or for his dad to talk about the things both of them went out of their way to avoid.]
[ It is a comfort to Regis. He's wanted them to stay like this, always. But there had always been so much else, and the long, sharp thorn in his heart, and - it is good. It really is. The wrinkled fingers go up to slide gently over the back of Noct's hair, too, not messing up the shape but caressing, all the same. ]
Mm. It would have made that dawn easier for me and harder for you. It was a price I was willing to pay.
[ He didn't pretend that it wasn't goodbye. He merely didn't make it obvious. ]
That morning... I wished that I could go with you. [ More than Noctis having acted differently. More than anything that was even further away from the realm of possibility. ] Slide into the Regalia. Be able to watch what should have been possible to happen, if...
Seen you happy.
[ But that would have meant leaving so many responsibilities behind, and those. Those had always mattered more than what he wished, when the two were in conflict. Regis sides, and turns his face to kiss Noct's temple. ]
But watching you do things as you would do them, rather than I would, that was the next best thing. [ Not necessarily as Noct wanted. But Noct's way, anyway. ]
Mm. It would have made that dawn easier for me and harder for you. It was a price I was willing to pay.
[ He didn't pretend that it wasn't goodbye. He merely didn't make it obvious. ]
That morning... I wished that I could go with you. [ More than Noctis having acted differently. More than anything that was even further away from the realm of possibility. ] Slide into the Regalia. Be able to watch what should have been possible to happen, if...
Seen you happy.
[ But that would have meant leaving so many responsibilities behind, and those. Those had always mattered more than what he wished, when the two were in conflict. Regis sides, and turns his face to kiss Noct's temple. ]
But watching you do things as you would do them, rather than I would, that was the next best thing. [ Not necessarily as Noct wanted. But Noct's way, anyway. ]
Hey. Regis? If you're free, can I ask you something?
[It is Auron's voice but he sounds utterly exhausted, as though he's rather ill. Or at the very least, something drastic has happened since they last time they'd talked a few days ago.]
[It is Auron's voice but he sounds utterly exhausted, as though he's rather ill. Or at the very least, something drastic has happened since they last time they'd talked a few days ago.]
[If Auron is smart at all, he'd keep this conversation just on the amulet. But what he has to ask is too important for that, he feels. He sends some directions to where he lives now.]
You can come over to the cottage I live in with my friend, Cloud. It's outside of town. Probably not too far of a walk from your place. I'll even make you some tea for your trouble.
You can come over to the cottage I live in with my friend, Cloud. It's outside of town. Probably not too far of a walk from your place. I'll even make you some tea for your trouble.
[ There are pros and cons to either option, honestly. Regis is already moving, based on how Auron's voice sounds. He'll grab tea to make there at the cottage, and, hell. Ice cream, too.
Because who says that slightly formerly young people don't need that kind of comfort, too? ]
I will find it.
ooc: Continue here or move to Regis's log?
Because who says that slightly formerly young people don't need that kind of comfort, too? ]
I will find it.
ooc: Continue here or move to Regis's log?
((OOC: We can move to his log! Can you throw me a link?))
[They'd chatted in passing since their mutual catharsis a few weeks ago. They seemed to be on their way to be much better friends. So he feels he finally has to explain why he might have been perceived as a little distant the last few days.]
Hey. You got time to talk or anything?
Hey. You got time to talk or anything?
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