Night Owl - Final Fantasy XV - NoctisxReader

Moonlit Ring

(Moonlit Ring)

You don't want to leave Noctis's side just yet. The two of you sit in silence until your eyes fall upon the ring, nestled in The Prince's open palm.

His Father's ring... It's sleek black, the banding is solid, but intricate patterns swirl along the sides. Centermost is a hollow with the form of a knight carved, helmed in armor, and brandishing a sword. The crystal is pierced by the long blade. Knotted rays of black extend to the hollow's outer edges, mimicking the appearance of light casting shadows.

"The Ring of Lucii, What's it like, to wield?" Beautiful but ominous all the same. You'd seen it's power first hand Noct had tested it out on the way back. Only the 'True King of Light' can wield it's power. Tales of 'The Ring' are commonly told to the children of Insomnia as bed time stories or fairytales full of grandeur. It's strange, to realize, those fables aren't far from the truth.

"When I first put it on, my blood began to boil, overflowing with mass energy. It continued to spread, until my entire body was saturated in magic. I've felt sensations similar, when draining natural magic reservoirs, but never to that extent. Honestly, it was a little frightening..." A puzzled expression flickers across his visage. "It's a little hazy, but voices echoed in my mind, hundreds of them melding together at once. It was impossible to decipher the words."

"Voices?!" You try desperately, to mask the alarm in your tone. Noct is ok right? This journey has been stressful on everyone, but particularly so for Noctis himself...

"Yeah, all One-Hundred and Thirteen Kings of the past are in here." He shifts the ring, swirling it absentmindedly in his open palm. Noctis's voice lightens in jest. "I guess they all had something to say about what I should be doing. Join the party 'Oh Kings of Old'!" A wry smile spreads across his lips, but quickly fades.

Contemplation swirls, mingling with sadness in his eyes. "My Father's soul is in there somewhere too..." The Prince holds the ring up to the pale moonlight. While sliding the heavy band gently, over the joints of his middle finger. It rests, the perfect size, against his skin. The crystal glows brightly, at the connection awakening.

Intrigue grips you, and you readjust your body's position, moving closer to Noctis. You rest a hand against his shoulder, leaning forward. Through the thick material of his jacket, you can feel lean muscles tense, supporting your weight. Noctis watches silently as your hand reaches out toward the ring.

Your fingertip lightly brushes against the polished crystal. The bright light glowing within is enchanting. Little rainbows arc between the gemstone's sharply cut angles. The gem itself radiates warmth. But a force reaches out dousing your senses with fear. Dread builds inside, your stomach grows cold, twisted in knots.

Noctis breathes your name. The spell is broken and the force withdraws. You turn your head to meet his gaze, wide eyes, frantically scan his countenance. Noctis is so close, the finer details of his face are clearly visible. Every pour, imperfection and line. His warm shoulder, pressing against yours, is all that separates you.

Each strand of black hair, is visible to you that make up the unkempt bangs, framing his lean face. You'd never noticed before, just how long his eyelashes really are... Or how the pale light reflects off his dark blue eyes, giving the illusion of a subtle glow. It brings out the stream like patterns, flowing smoothly across his irises.

Your eyes re-focus on his, now keenly aware of your gawking. In embarrassment you look away. Noctis chuckles quietly beside you. Your eyes rise to his lips, arced in a small grin. The skin is smooth, from being pulled taught, but soon returns to it's normal shape. Small lines appear along his lips, accentuating their curved nature. The thought of how soft they must be flitters, through your mind.