The Buddy System: There was nothing that could have prepared him for this. The acclimation to life after death was one thing, but to come into a life in a world not his own was something even more burdening. It wasn't long before he began to feel the weight of being here alone, and felt what it was really like to be alone. He had no friends, no family, not even the Kings of Old here to guide his way. Yet, with this realization, he was pushed to seek out company to help him find his way. Though it would not be comfort that would come with this situation but further turmoil as the reality of this situation began to sink in each passing minute.
Luckily, for him, he found someone to help him find his way; though even with that he could imagine his father finding some ironic justice in this situation as he was often calling Noct a wandering and wayward child. As if even in the Afterlife Noct had defied the very powers of the beyond and found himself in this world just because of his defying nature.
Perhaps he had more to learn, after all, here.
Noct drew in a breath and shifted his weight. He wore a pair of black scrubs and a thin pair of shoes. He didn't come into this world with much but found he was still able to lean on the power bestowed upon him via rite of his bloodline. He waited with a familiar feeling of expectancy which, in and of itself was most welcomed. Even if he knew his royalty here meant nothing.
Noctis | FFXV
There was nothing that could have prepared him for this. The acclimation to life after death was one thing, but to come into a life in a world not his own was something even more burdening. It wasn't long before he began to feel the weight of being here alone, and felt what it was really like to be alone. He had no friends, no family, not even the Kings of Old here to guide his way. Yet, with this realization, he was pushed to seek out company to help him find his way. Though it would not be comfort that would come with this situation but further turmoil as the reality of this situation began to sink in each passing minute.
Luckily, for him, he found someone to help him find his way; though even with that he could imagine his father finding some ironic justice in this situation as he was often calling Noct a wandering and wayward child. As if even in the Afterlife Noct had defied the very powers of the beyond and found himself in this world just because of his defying nature.
Perhaps he had more to learn, after all, here.
Noct drew in a breath and shifted his weight. He wore a pair of black scrubs and a thin pair of shoes. He didn't come into this world with much but found he was still able to lean on the power bestowed upon him via rite of his bloodline. He waited with a familiar feeling of expectancy which, in and of itself was most welcomed. Even if he knew his royalty here meant nothing.