[There's no mental knock this time, only Noctis slipping past the doorway, through the frame itself, like a shadow sliding in. Loss rings prevalently in his mind, a gaping hole where there were people and thoughts and emotions before. It's like his limbs have been severed -- no, it's more than that. A part of his very being, gone missing, lost into the void.
Nyx is still here, though. Nyx is familiar, Nyx is from Eos, Nyx is a member of the Glaive, and Noctis leans into this. Does he feel it, too? Surely he does, how could he not?]
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Date: 2017-07-05 04:43 am (UTC)[There's no mental knock this time, only Noctis slipping past the doorway, through the frame itself, like a shadow sliding in. Loss rings prevalently in his mind, a gaping hole where there were people and thoughts and emotions before. It's like his limbs have been severed -- no, it's more than that. A part of his very being, gone missing, lost into the void.
Nyx is still here, though. Nyx is familiar, Nyx is from Eos, Nyx is a member of the Glaive, and Noctis leans into this. Does he feel it, too? Surely he does, how could he not?]