I'm not going to lie, this is mostly a teasing chapter because I'm cruel (ㆁᴗㆁ✿)
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The scalding, hot fire was slowly getting closer; smoke was consuming the air around him. He couldn't see and breathe, his eyes were filled with tears and his lungs felt like collapsing. But he couldn't run away. The small, weak arms of a child held tightly onto the corpse of his mother. He needed to run or else he was going to die, there was absolutely no doubt about it, not only because of the fire but the deamons that were slowly moving closer.
The large serpent like woman was smiling at him, her long fangs showing. She couldn't move closer, the fire was keeping her at bay, away from her next victim. The scrawny dogs, with long fangs and large claws though, those were able to move through the paths where the fire couldn't reach. They moved slowly, ready to attack at any second.
Noctis couldn't breathe well anymore, the smoke was slowly suffocating him and he had nowhere to go. He stared at the deamons, watching them move closer and closer while the prince tried to back away, dragging the body of his mother with him. The deamons, however, were ready, without even giving the child a chance to react they jumped towards him. Their large mouths drooling and showing the pointy set of fangs as they started to bite on his mother's corpse, tearing through the flesh and ripping off limbs.
Noctis screamed, shaking his head as he kept hugging what was left of his mother's body. He ignored the deamons, even after one of them dug its fangs on his back. He could feel the burning pain, but his lack of air was hardly allowing him to do anything. He needed to save his mom, he needed help. Where was his father?
The child sobbed loudly, fat tears rolling down his eyes as he struggle against the deamons all by himself. He was all alone, no one around to help him, where was his father? Where was he? Why couldn't he be here? Why did he leave them...
Noctos' body jolted awake, his lungs quickly gulping down air until he was choking, almost like if he forgot how to breathe. The prince was soaking in sweat, with his hair clinging to his face. He shivered, the coldness in the room quickly taking advantage of the state the prince was in. It was already morning but Noctis didn't feel rested, or like he slept at all. The nightmare was still fresh in his memory, flashing through his closed lids every time he would blink.
It was just a nightmare, it wasn't real. The prince closed his eyes, resting his head against one of his knees as he tried to keep his breathing under control. All of his nerves were in high alert, creating tension through is whole body.
What an odd nightmare though, it wasn't the same as what happened all of those years ago, yet Noctis felt the same emotions as back then. It felt familiar but not so much, the scenario in his nightmare was wrong, because his father had been there. He also didn't get his injury that way at all, so why the hell was he having a nightmare that was so draining.
The raven forced himself to stop thinking about his dreams and instead tried to curl up back underneath the blankets. Ever since he came to Niflheim he couldn't stop having nightmares, and even though he had been here for only two days, the prince was used to sleeping to his fill, but here, here it was very different. He was at the edge of sleep when the door of his room was shoved open. The heavy steps went straight to one of the windows and the blinds were yanked open allowing the sunlight to come through.
Noctis groaned quietly, finding himself hiding his face against his pillow before slowly opening his eyes and sitting up again. He felt even worst than when he first woke up from his nightmare. He had little energy and it felt like he hadn't sleep for days. He closed his eyes again, hiding his face against his arms that were resting on top of his knees. The prince could feel a headache forming in the back of his head, and there was a twitching in his body he couldn't quite explain.
“Oh my, you look dreadful my dear prince.” Ardyn stood near the window, admiring the prince as he tried to force himself awake. There was something extremely endearing about Noctis' sleepy face and gestures.
“What are you doing here?” Noctis' voice was rough, showing his lack of motivation at the moment.
“Well, as shocking as this might sound, this is actually my room, dearest. I find it only normal for me to come in and out as I please.” The chancellor chuckled and moved towards the bed. He ignored Noctis' growl of disapproval as he reached over to hold the raven's chin in between his index and thumb.
“You look very pale. What's wrong? Had a nightmare?-” And that condescending smile was back, the smile that Noctis truly learned to hate so far. “You mustn't be afraid of dreams, they only show us what we feel deep inside.”
“Coming from you, that's hard to believe.” Noctis turned his head away from the other, gently rubbing his eyes to force himself to fully wake up.
“Really? I wouldn't lie to you love! There is no need for me to so, I believe enough people have done that already.” and before the raven even had the chance to ask Ardyn what he was talking about, the older male was already standing and walking towards the coffee table near the fireplace.
“You are soaking wet, I would hate if you were to get sick...” The chancellor was holding fresh, clean clothes, although these ones were white like the outfits the rest of the Niflheim lords would wear. “I'm well aware of that gloomy taste you Insomnia people have for dark clothing, but I'm afraid this is all we have for you. Our clothing is also infused with magic to keep us warm, I highly suggest you wear it.”
Noctis didn't have the energy to fight the other over clothing, specially if it was as useful as Ardyn was making it sound. The room was still freezing, and no amount of blankets could fix that. After weighting out the pros and the cons, the raven dragged himself off the bed and walked towards the chancellor, holding his hand out for the pieces of clothing.
“Come on, Noctis. You can't just change when you are drenched with sweat.” Ardyn shook his head, rolling his eyes at the raven. He motioned for the other to follow, waiting until Noctis did so before making his way to the door a few feet away from the fireplace. He unlocked the door and pushed the door open, revealing a very spacious bathroom, which was very different from the washroom and toilet the prince had access to and was located on the opposite side of the room. The white marble went from the floor to the ceiling, giving the bathroom an eerie glow and an almost sanitized feeling. The large bathtub on the middle of the room could easily fit three to four people and the shower took over the whole wall on the left. The wall on the right had a vanity and two sinks with large mirrors that reached the tall ceiling and not so far from there, there was a door that was closed.
Noctis felt so out of place, with his dark clothes and dark hair. He almost felt too dirty to step into the bathroom, but he did. He looked around, standing awkwardly with one of his hands anxiously rubbing against his arm. The raven took his time admiring the fine stone work, it was just as luxurious as the bedroom connected to it. With one last look at the place he turned to face Ardyn, who was simply leaning against the door frame still holding the clean clothes in his hands.
Noctis didn't know what to say, he was lost of what to do so he just extended his hand to reach over for the clothes but Ardyn stopped him, again. The chancellor was giving him a playful smirk, one that had Noctis avoiding eye contact with him. He didn't like the other staring at him like this, it just made him feel so uncomfortable, specially when he wasn't sure of what the other was thinking.
Noctis almost felt like time stopped, Ardyn wasn't moving or saying anything. He was just standing there as if to waiting for Noctis to do something, but what? He needed his clothes before Ardyn could leave and he could change in peace!
Ah...that was it.
“You are not leaving, are you?” Noctis narrowed his eyes, rubbing his lips together on a thin line. When Ardyn responded by giving him a smile Noctis knew that he was right. He suppressed himself from shivering in disgust and instead glared at the other.
“For being a chancellor you are pretty fucking sick.” The raven glared as he took off his blazer and dropped it on the ground without much care. Noctis turned and walked over to the large bathtub, his hands twisting the knobs annoyingly until water started to pour out from the within the tub. The water was hot, with steam easily showing and once the temperature felt alright to the prince's touch, he left it alone to allow the water to raise.
Noctis was now working on the buttons of his vest, slipping that off as well before undoing his tie with one quick pull. He stopped then, noticing that the water was filling up quickly, and without a second thought he stepped into the tub with his pants and shirt on, before sitting down with his arms firmly over his chest and his glare on the water.
Noctis paid no mind to the chancellor's laugh in the background. He sounded so amused and oh so very entertained. The raven watched from the corner of his eyes as the Ardyn dragged his feet towards the vanity to set the clean clothes on one of the chairs. He didn't leave though, of course not, instead he walked towards the tub next, kneeling down next to Noctis with an amused smile on his lips.
The raven tried to ignore his presence, but that only made Ardyn more persistent. He was reaching out for Noctis, his fingers slowly moving through some of his hair before the back of the same hand gently pressed against his cheek, slowly caressing the warm skin.
“You are endearing...” Ardyn's touch remained gentle, even as his fingers moved to take a hold of Nocti's jaw, lightly shaking his head and forcing him to face him. “Now, take off the rest of your clothes.”
It was an order, an order that was making Noctis' stomach twist and his body tense. He was trying to avoid eye contact with the other as much as possible, but this time he looked at the other straight in the eye.
“No.” not with you in here, was left unsaid but Noctis' eyes were honest enough when he looked at Ardyn and then the door. The silence that follow was tense. But Noctis thought he won when Ardyn let go of his face and stood up. Privacy was after all, still very important, right?
The raven found himself gasping and then hissing in slight pain when the back of his shirt was pulled with such violence that the buttons came off and the collar left an angry red mark around his neck from the fabric burning the skin there. Noctis hardly had time to fight back by the time the rest of the shirt was ripped off of him, only one of the sleeve still around his arm.
Noctis turned to glare at the chancellor but a hand around his belt kept him moving moving too much. He was pulled upwards by the waist of his pants, and then easily manhandled to turn until his body was falling into the water. The raven gasped quietly, and then water filled his mouth. He quickly tried to grasp the edge of the tub, but it was too far away. He hardly even had time to think about the fact that his pants were being taken off when water was filling his lungs.
The raven reacted by instinct then, a dagger appearing in his hand. He threw it in the direction of the chancellor, his body tackling the other as he tried to warp to his destination. The man fell like a log underneath him and before he knew it Noctis was holding onto another dagger, his hand steady as he aimed at Ardyn's face but before he could land the blow he stopped. He was so close, the flesh would be easy to cut, his blade was sharp and even though he never killed a human before, he couldn't feel himself hesitation. He deserved it, the chancellor did.
But Ardyn was smiling at him, the same infuriating smile with eyes full of glee. He looked like he was winning, even with Noctis dagger near his face, even with the prince ready to kill him. He still looked like he was winning.
If Noctis did kill him, then Insomnia would fall. If he did disposed of this trash, then his father would die. The inability to be able to do anything was angering him more than the fact that Ardyn forcefully took off his clothes. Even as he was naked, with anger boiling through his veins and water droplets falling from his hair. He couldn't do anything.
Noctis moved off of the chancellor, fully intending on returning to the tub but a pair of arms around his waist kept him from doing so. He growled, gritting his teeth as he quickly began to struggle, his elbow almost landing on Ardyn's face but he was quick enough to move out of the way.
“I never thought you would be the one straddling me, my dear prince. I always thought I would be the one to do all the work!” Ardyn snickered near his ear, his face pressing against the soft neck in front of him, truly adoring the red bruises on the skin.
“Don't kid yourself!” Noctis hissed and turned his head to glare at the chancellor, his legs slipping on the wet floor, making it hard for him to shove the other off of him. The raven arched his back and kicked his legs, trashing around the tight hold on his waist.
Ardyn didn't budge, he didn't even flinch when Noctis used his elbow to hit him on the stomach. The prince couldn't kill him but he was putting up a fight against him, no doubt. It wasn't until his hands moved lower, that Noctis froze in place. The warm fingers were slowly moving to his hips, gently massaging the skin that slowly turned into his thighs. The raven snapped then, and his trashing became violent. He kicked his legs furiously, twisting his body again and arching his back with enough strength to make the chancellor lean back with him. The two were now on the floor and Noctis kept jerking his body back and forth until the arms finally let go of him.
The raven sat up quickly, but Ardyn was already on his feet. He easily picked up the raven, forcing him on his feet as he dragged him across the bathroom until Noctis was pinned against one of the vanities with a firm arm around his chest and the other holding onto his hair.
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Seclusion 3-??
Date: 2016-12-28 06:02 am (UTC)The scalding, hot fire was slowly getting closer; smoke was consuming the air around him. He couldn't see and breathe, his eyes were filled with tears and his lungs felt like collapsing. But he couldn't run away. The small, weak arms of a child held tightly onto the corpse of his mother. He needed to run or else he was going to die, there was absolutely no doubt about it, not only because of the fire but the deamons that were slowly moving closer.
The large serpent like woman was smiling at him, her long fangs showing. She couldn't move closer, the fire was keeping her at bay, away from her next victim. The scrawny dogs, with long fangs and large claws though, those were able to move through the paths where the fire couldn't reach. They moved slowly, ready to attack at any second.
Noctis couldn't breathe well anymore, the smoke was slowly suffocating him and he had nowhere to go. He stared at the deamons, watching them move closer and closer while the prince tried to back away, dragging the body of his mother with him. The deamons, however, were ready, without even giving the child a chance to react they jumped towards him. Their large mouths drooling and showing the pointy set of fangs as they started to bite on his mother's corpse, tearing through the flesh and ripping off limbs.
Noctis screamed, shaking his head as he kept hugging what was left of his mother's body. He ignored the deamons, even after one of them dug its fangs on his back. He could feel the burning pain, but his lack of air was hardly allowing him to do anything. He needed to save his mom, he needed help. Where was his father?
The child sobbed loudly, fat tears rolling down his eyes as he struggle against the deamons all by himself. He was all alone, no one around to help him, where was his father? Where was he? Why couldn't he be here? Why did he leave them...
Noctos' body jolted awake, his lungs quickly gulping down air until he was choking, almost like if he forgot how to breathe. The prince was soaking in sweat, with his hair clinging to his face. He shivered, the coldness in the room quickly taking advantage of the state the prince was in. It was already morning but Noctis didn't feel rested, or like he slept at all. The nightmare was still fresh in his memory, flashing through his closed lids every time he would blink.
It was just a nightmare, it wasn't real. The prince closed his eyes, resting his head against one of his knees as he tried to keep his breathing under control. All of his nerves were in high alert, creating tension through is whole body.
What an odd nightmare though, it wasn't the same as what happened all of those years ago, yet Noctis felt the same emotions as back then. It felt familiar but not so much, the scenario in his nightmare was wrong, because his father had been there. He also didn't get his injury that way at all, so why the hell was he having a nightmare that was so draining.
The raven forced himself to stop thinking about his dreams and instead tried to curl up back underneath the blankets. Ever since he came to Niflheim he couldn't stop having nightmares, and even though he had been here for only two days, the prince was used to sleeping to his fill, but here, here it was very different. He was at the edge of sleep when the door of his room was shoved open. The heavy steps went straight to one of the windows and the blinds were yanked open allowing the sunlight to come through.
Noctis groaned quietly, finding himself hiding his face against his pillow before slowly opening his eyes and sitting up again. He felt even worst than when he first woke up from his nightmare. He had little energy and it felt like he hadn't sleep for days. He closed his eyes again, hiding his face against his arms that were resting on top of his knees. The prince could feel a headache forming in the back of his head, and there was a twitching in his body he couldn't quite explain.
“Oh my, you look dreadful my dear prince.” Ardyn stood near the window, admiring the prince as he tried to force himself awake. There was something extremely endearing about Noctis' sleepy face and gestures.
“What are you doing here?” Noctis' voice was rough, showing his lack of motivation at the moment.
“Well, as shocking as this might sound, this is actually my room, dearest. I find it only normal for me to come in and out as I please.” The chancellor chuckled and moved towards the bed. He ignored Noctis' growl of disapproval as he reached over to hold the raven's chin in between his index and thumb.
“You look very pale. What's wrong? Had a nightmare?-” And that condescending smile was back, the smile that Noctis truly learned to hate so far. “You mustn't be afraid of dreams, they only show us what we feel deep inside.”
“Coming from you, that's hard to believe.” Noctis turned his head away from the other, gently rubbing his eyes to force himself to fully wake up.
“Really? I wouldn't lie to you love! There is no need for me to so, I believe enough people have done that already.” and before the raven even had the chance to ask Ardyn what he was talking about, the older male was already standing and walking towards the coffee table near the fireplace.
“You are soaking wet, I would hate if you were to get sick...” The chancellor was holding fresh, clean clothes, although these ones were white like the outfits the rest of the Niflheim lords would wear. “I'm well aware of that gloomy taste you Insomnia people have for dark clothing, but I'm afraid this is all we have for you. Our clothing is also infused with magic to keep us warm, I highly suggest you wear it.”
Noctis didn't have the energy to fight the other over clothing, specially if it was as useful as Ardyn was making it sound. The room was still freezing, and no amount of blankets could fix that. After weighting out the pros and the cons, the raven dragged himself off the bed and walked towards the chancellor, holding his hand out for the pieces of clothing.
“Come on, Noctis. You can't just change when you are drenched with sweat.” Ardyn shook his head, rolling his eyes at the raven. He motioned for the other to follow, waiting until Noctis did so before making his way to the door a few feet away from the fireplace. He unlocked the door and pushed the door open, revealing a very spacious bathroom, which was very different from the washroom and toilet the prince had access to and was located on the opposite side of the room. The white marble went from the floor to the ceiling, giving the bathroom an eerie glow and an almost sanitized feeling. The large bathtub on the middle of the room could easily fit three to four people and the shower took over the whole wall on the left. The wall on the right had a vanity and two sinks with large mirrors that reached the tall ceiling and not so far from there, there was a door that was closed.
Noctis felt so out of place, with his dark clothes and dark hair. He almost felt too dirty to step into the bathroom, but he did. He looked around, standing awkwardly with one of his hands anxiously rubbing against his arm. The raven took his time admiring the fine stone work, it was just as luxurious as the bedroom connected to it. With one last look at the place he turned to face Ardyn, who was simply leaning against the door frame still holding the clean clothes in his hands.
Noctis didn't know what to say, he was lost of what to do so he just extended his hand to reach over for the clothes but Ardyn stopped him, again. The chancellor was giving him a playful smirk, one that had Noctis avoiding eye contact with him. He didn't like the other staring at him like this, it just made him feel so uncomfortable, specially when he wasn't sure of what the other was thinking.
Noctis almost felt like time stopped, Ardyn wasn't moving or saying anything. He was just standing there as if to waiting for Noctis to do something, but what? He needed his clothes before Ardyn could leave and he could change in peace!
Ah...that was it.
“You are not leaving, are you?” Noctis narrowed his eyes, rubbing his lips together on a thin line. When Ardyn responded by giving him a smile Noctis knew that he was right. He suppressed himself from shivering in disgust and instead glared at the other.
“For being a chancellor you are pretty fucking sick.” The raven glared as he took off his blazer and dropped it on the ground without much care. Noctis turned and walked over to the large bathtub, his hands twisting the knobs annoyingly until water started to pour out from the within the tub. The water was hot, with steam easily showing and once the temperature felt alright to the prince's touch, he left it alone to allow the water to raise.
Noctis was now working on the buttons of his vest, slipping that off as well before undoing his tie with one quick pull. He stopped then, noticing that the water was filling up quickly, and without a second thought he stepped into the tub with his pants and shirt on, before sitting down with his arms firmly over his chest and his glare on the water.
Noctis paid no mind to the chancellor's laugh in the background. He sounded so amused and oh so very entertained. The raven watched from the corner of his eyes as the Ardyn dragged his feet towards the vanity to set the clean clothes on one of the chairs. He didn't leave though, of course not, instead he walked towards the tub next, kneeling down next to Noctis with an amused smile on his lips.
The raven tried to ignore his presence, but that only made Ardyn more persistent. He was reaching out for Noctis, his fingers slowly moving through some of his hair before the back of the same hand gently pressed against his cheek, slowly caressing the warm skin.
“You are endearing...” Ardyn's touch remained gentle, even as his fingers moved to take a hold of Nocti's jaw, lightly shaking his head and forcing him to face him. “Now, take off the rest of your clothes.”
It was an order, an order that was making Noctis' stomach twist and his body tense. He was trying to avoid eye contact with the other as much as possible, but this time he looked at the other straight in the eye.
“No.” not with you in here, was left unsaid but Noctis' eyes were honest enough when he looked at Ardyn and then the door. The silence that follow was tense. But Noctis thought he won when Ardyn let go of his face and stood up. Privacy was after all, still very important, right?
The raven found himself gasping and then hissing in slight pain when the back of his shirt was pulled with such violence that the buttons came off and the collar left an angry red mark around his neck from the fabric burning the skin there. Noctis hardly had time to fight back by the time the rest of the shirt was ripped off of him, only one of the sleeve still around his arm.
Noctis turned to glare at the chancellor but a hand around his belt kept him moving moving too much. He was pulled upwards by the waist of his pants, and then easily manhandled to turn until his body was falling into the water. The raven gasped quietly, and then water filled his mouth. He quickly tried to grasp the edge of the tub, but it was too far away. He hardly even had time to think about the fact that his pants were being taken off when water was filling his lungs.
The raven reacted by instinct then, a dagger appearing in his hand. He threw it in the direction of the chancellor, his body tackling the other as he tried to warp to his destination. The man fell like a log underneath him and before he knew it Noctis was holding onto another dagger, his hand steady as he aimed at Ardyn's face but before he could land the blow he stopped. He was so close, the flesh would be easy to cut, his blade was sharp and even though he never killed a human before, he couldn't feel himself hesitation. He deserved it, the chancellor did.
But Ardyn was smiling at him, the same infuriating smile with eyes full of glee. He looked like he was winning, even with Noctis dagger near his face, even with the prince ready to kill him. He still looked like he was winning.
If Noctis did kill him, then Insomnia would fall. If he did disposed of this trash, then his father would die. The inability to be able to do anything was angering him more than the fact that Ardyn forcefully took off his clothes. Even as he was naked, with anger boiling through his veins and water droplets falling from his hair. He couldn't do anything.
Noctis moved off of the chancellor, fully intending on returning to the tub but a pair of arms around his waist kept him from doing so. He growled, gritting his teeth as he quickly began to struggle, his elbow almost landing on Ardyn's face but he was quick enough to move out of the way.
“I never thought you would be the one straddling me, my dear prince. I always thought I would be the one to do all the work!” Ardyn snickered near his ear, his face pressing against the soft neck in front of him, truly adoring the red bruises on the skin.
“Don't kid yourself!” Noctis hissed and turned his head to glare at the chancellor, his legs slipping on the wet floor, making it hard for him to shove the other off of him. The raven arched his back and kicked his legs, trashing around the tight hold on his waist.
Ardyn didn't budge, he didn't even flinch when Noctis used his elbow to hit him on the stomach. The prince couldn't kill him but he was putting up a fight against him, no doubt. It wasn't until his hands moved lower, that Noctis froze in place. The warm fingers were slowly moving to his hips, gently massaging the skin that slowly turned into his thighs. The raven snapped then, and his trashing became violent. He kicked his legs furiously, twisting his body again and arching his back with enough strength to make the chancellor lean back with him. The two were now on the floor and Noctis kept jerking his body back and forth until the arms finally let go of him.
The raven sat up quickly, but Ardyn was already on his feet. He easily picked up the raven, forcing him on his feet as he dragged him across the bathroom until Noctis was pinned against one of the vanities with a firm arm around his chest and the other holding onto his hair.