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Friends Until The End (Ravus Nox Fleuret/Reader) (Final Fantasy XV)

"Ravus!"

Your childish, (E/C) eyes stared at the young prince of Tenebrae in horror as he lay before his deceased mother, the Queen of Tenebrae. Tears crawled from his numb eyes as he searched the blood-soaked field for any type of help that could save his fellow people.

His harrowed gaze landed on you, he froze, his mouth opened and no words had come out, just a loud scream, trying to capture your full attention from the bloodshed. You stood among the people of Tenebrae, untouched by some miracle that the Astrals must have played a part in. Your gaze was locked with his and you were frozen, unable to move, vulnerable.

"(Y/N)! King Regis! Help us!" He screamed louder than the people who were being slaughtered; capturing some of the surrounding Magitek soldiers around him. They looked at him as a dying boy; his once pearly white tenebrae jacket was soaked with his dear mother's blood. It covered him like a blanket and it made your blood run cold.

You slowly backed away from the scene before you, scared beyond cooperation. You stumbled but a hand had caught yours, tugging you along with such urgency that you turned to see the King of Lucis standing before you, his dear son Noctis in his arm pressed against his chest, Luna, the princess of Tenebrae, standing beside him with worry and concern laced in her calm gaze.

Without question, you ran with the Lucian King, you ran with fear coursing through your warm veins, thinking that you were lucky to escape with your life; to escape from your own home.

In the distance, Ravus' pleas were still heard and it gave you chills to know that you might've left a innocent child as yourself to his untimely death. Luna stayed behind with her brother, staying with her people to the very end. You continued on, trying to push out the screams and the carnage that your tainted eyes had seen...

Your solemn gaze stared out the crystal clear window, trying to relax yourself and not let your nerves take over the moment that is to come. Your cold frail hands were clasped in front of you, tightly interlaced with one another; you were squeezing your own hands so hard that the tips of your dainty fingers were turning white.

Your indigo gown fitted you perfectly. The lace sleeves covered your arms in intricate and delicate looking flowers native to the land of Lucis. The bodice of the gown was wrapped around your torso, going down to flow into a long shirt that reached the floor. You wore the necklace that Ravus had given you as a gift for your tenth birthday; it was a single sylleblossom leaf that he had given you. Upon your chest lays your royal insignia of the Lucian throne, much more visible to the eye than your Tenebrae necklace.

The sound of the wooden door swinging open and heavy footsteps flooded the room, alerting you of another presence in the room, but you dared not to turn around, for you were scared for you to face your fears... to face him.

The room was filled with silence, only your soft breaths were heard, none from the person behind you. It made your nerves rattle to know that this was your moment of confrontation, and you were too scared to take it. Your interlaced hands loosened and fell to your sides, your shimmering (E/C) eyes fluttered shut and you inhaled a breath and released it, letting all of the tension running through you go into the air.

In one slow, but swift turn, you turned to see your long lost beloved friend, Ravus Nox Fleuret. Your breath was taken from your lungs as you took in his new appearance. He was much more grown, and in your mind you thought that it had been a really long twelve years.

His body was more muscular and built from his lanky childish form, his facial features had become more defined. His skin had faded into a faded white; with his slightly hollowed cheeks, it made him look deathly ill and it concerned you. His hair used to be a beautiful blond, matching the color of the rising sun in Tenebrae but it had now faded to an ashen blond, appearing white in the sunlight. His uniform was no longer representing his home of Tenebrae but of the Imperial Army. The white and black frock that he wore made him look higher in the royal status of Niflheim. The purple of his prosthetic arm matched your gown in a sad comparison. Everything about your dear friend had changed.