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nocteconsilium[ It's hardly unusual that His Royal Highness Noctis Lucis Caelum, One Hundred and Fourteenth of his line, heir to the throne of Lucis, is curled up in a ball in the sun for a nap. Noct's dislike of mornings is legendary among the palace staff, as is the whispered murmurs about his even more epic bedhead. The sightings are significantly more rare now that prince has his own apartment in the city, but being the crown prince, he has to come back to the Citadel sometimes, and right now, the gossip-mongers aren't disappointed at all. Noctis is slumped in a patch of sun on one of the benches outside one of the meeting rooms, dozed off. Even his hair, normally gelled to spiky perfection, is drooping.
Noct blinks awake as the door opens and staff starts trouping out. He scrubs at his eyes, trying to dispel some of the sleep as he waits, but none of the polished pairs of shoes that march by him are Ignsis's. And he's tired, his head fuzzy, an irritating, aching pressure behind his eyes that's been building to a headache all day. Ignis must be talking to someone about... Noct has no idea what, but it'd made more sense to wait for Ignis to take him home after his meeting and Noct's monthly talk with his dad than let someone go out of their way to drive him. When the minutes have ticked by and still no Ignis, Noct lets his head thump back against the wall and closes his eyes again. At least the sun feels nice, baking away some of the headache.
His nose is itching, but he very determinedly ignores it. He can feel the sneeze building, but he's absolutely not going to give in. If he so much as sniffles, Ignis is going to catch on, and then he'll be bundled back to his apartment and any chance of doing anything but lie on the couch doing homework the rest of the day is completely shot.
So maybe he'd been a little dizzy when he woke up this morning. He wasn't going to miss out on seeing his dad just because he was feeling a little lousy.
Unfortunately for Noct, biology is working against him. Right as Ignis finally steps out of the room, his valiant attempts to hold off his cold fail him. He sneezes and winces, ducking his head, trying to make it look like it was dust or something instead of him being sick. ]
Noct blinks awake as the door opens and staff starts trouping out. He scrubs at his eyes, trying to dispel some of the sleep as he waits, but none of the polished pairs of shoes that march by him are Ignsis's. And he's tired, his head fuzzy, an irritating, aching pressure behind his eyes that's been building to a headache all day. Ignis must be talking to someone about... Noct has no idea what, but it'd made more sense to wait for Ignis to take him home after his meeting and Noct's monthly talk with his dad than let someone go out of their way to drive him. When the minutes have ticked by and still no Ignis, Noct lets his head thump back against the wall and closes his eyes again. At least the sun feels nice, baking away some of the headache.
His nose is itching, but he very determinedly ignores it. He can feel the sneeze building, but he's absolutely not going to give in. If he so much as sniffles, Ignis is going to catch on, and then he'll be bundled back to his apartment and any chance of doing anything but lie on the couch doing homework the rest of the day is completely shot.
So maybe he'd been a little dizzy when he woke up this morning. He wasn't going to miss out on seeing his dad just because he was feeling a little lousy.
Unfortunately for Noct, biology is working against him. Right as Ignis finally steps out of the room, his valiant attempts to hold off his cold fail him. He sneezes and winces, ducking his head, trying to make it look like it was dust or something instead of him being sick. ]
