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I’m not saying I’m Mare Barrow, but I’m Mare Barrow

So you know that ‘Noctis Lucis’  literally means ‘Night Light’, right?

Imagine then, if you will:

  • It’s 2 AM, and it’s the first night in a week Ignis agreed to shell out money to stay in a hotel instead of enjoying the comfort of a nearby haven. 
  • And boy has it been a week.
  • Everyone has been tense. Gladio has been less chatty and more withdrawn, and Ignis has put on his Mum Pants™ extra tight, effectively driving all of them up a wall. 
  • As for Prompto and Noctis…things could be better. 
  • They fight. A lot. And it only gets worse the closer they get to Altissia. 
  • But the calm times between them are perfect, even if they are few and far between anymore. 
  • Noctis smiles, holds his hand, plays with his hair…
  • And Prompto loves it. He wouldn’t trade those moments for anything. 
  • Except for maybe not needing his glasses in the middle of the night.
  • Which wouldn’t be so bad if Noctis didn’t insist on sleeping by the nightstand where Prompto’s glasses were. 
  • Royal pain in the ass is more like it. 
  • So Prompto fidgets a few times before he groans because goddamn does he have to pee
  • He reaches over the sleeping Prince and fumbles for his glasses, which immediately tumble to the carpet with a soft thud, and Prompto sighs. 
  • “Hey, Noct.” He gently shakes his shoulder, which Noctis only responds to with a quiet “Hm?” 
  • “Can you turn on the night light? I dropped my glasses.” 
  • “You already have,” he says, followed immediately be Ignis.
  • “OH MY GOD.” 
  • And that is promptly followed up by Gladio snorting and howling with laughter into the pillow.
  • Prompto, bless his heart, is very confused when he feels Noctis shaking with laughter. 
  • “All right. I’m clearly missing something.” 
  • It’s Ignis who responds, and even he’s trying to mask his giggles as he sits up, looking in his and Noctis’s general direction. 
  • “The Latin, Noctis Lucis, translates verbatim to night light.”
  • Prompto nods. So what?
  • “Oh?” What could it hurt to humor him. It’s been a long week after all. He might appreciate it. 
  • But everyone is still laughing
  • And it hits him that Nocits’s name means ‘night light’ and he giggles a little himself. 
  • “Oh!” 
  • He looks down at Noctis who is looking up at him and he can see his eyes shining in the dark room and the light flush of pink on his cheeks.
  • And then he realizes that he’s been straddled in Noctis’s lap and shifting as he looks for his glasses.
  • “...OH.” 
  • But the sexual connotation is long forgotten because everyone is laughing now. And not just light giggles, but full on howling, guttural belly laughter. 
  • If he’s being honest, Prompto has missed it. A lot
  • Noctis wraps his arms around him and pulls him back to the bed, and Prompto whines between loud chuckles as he wiggles in his arms. 
  • “Noct, stop! I still have to pee!”
  • And it only makes them all laugh harder.

(As a note, and I really shouldn’t have to say this, but please ask my permission if you want to use these little bits for your own stories. I’d be more than happy to discuss it further with you if you want. I promise I’m actually very accommodating. Thank you.) 

TOWER OF DAWN THOUGHTS

OKAY SO BASICALLY I GOT TOG6 ABOUT 5 DAYS EARLIER THANKS TO SOME SURPRISING CIRCUMSTANCES AND HOLY FIRECRACKERS WHAT THE HELL DID I JUST READ

I AM BEYOND AMAZED.

WAIT SO TO PEOPLE WHO HAVENT READ ANY OF SARAH J MAAS’S BOOKS, get off tumblr and GO READ THEM NOW I ASSURE YOU THEY ARE PURE GOLD AND NO REGRETS.

SPOILERS UP AHEAD KAYH


Firstly, never saw those ships coming. Thought that after QoS, Chaol and Nesryn were end goal BUT NO

SARAH J MAAS YOURE THE QUEEN OF SINKING SHIPS

I wholeheartedly support Chaol and Yrene as well as Nesryn and Sartaq because both of their chemistry is so good and I just love these new parings. Rowaelin and Manorian and heck, I ship everyone with everyone.


Secondly, MAEVE AND VALG PRINCESSES AND WHATTTTTTTTT

Are princesses more powerful than princes? 🤔🤔🤔

Please no

VALG QUEEN MAEVE WHAT EVEN YOU MANIPULATIVE DARK QUEEN.

SHE TRICKED MORA AND MAB AND THE ENTIRE DANG POPULATION. EVEN BRANNON, THE KING OF FIRE.

Should have figured this out when they kept on saying that Erawan was the Dark King and Maeve was the Dark Queen ugh Sarah your foreshadowing is superb.

Legit have no words. Sarah probably had this all planned from HoF, no joke. Btw, the Stygian spiders ish left me with chills because they’re Valg foot soldiers????and what??????? No words to express how I feel right now.


Thirdly, LYSANDRA’S FAM BAM

I have been waiting for this dude to appear since TAB, and since shape-shifters were so rare, I was betting on them being related because HELLO LYSANDRA NEEDS FAM BAM TOO OKAYH and when I thought he died I nearly cried but isokei he didn’t so THANK GOODNESS

Someone please free him from his curse. Pretty please?

Before I get to the last point, just want to point out the absolutely glorious world expansion and building in this book. Loved it so damn much man.


Fourthly, THE LAST CHAPTER HOLY FRICK MY FIREHEART IN THE DARK WITH CAIN (edit: excuse my fingers I meant CAIRN THE SADIST) AND THE BLOODY VALG QUEEN MAEVE AND SHES BEEN DRUGGED AND I CANT WAIT FOR ONE MORE YEAR SARAH WHYYYYY

I’m trusting Fenrys to keep her safe. Counting on you, boyo.

Okay but to be real, I would buy anything that SJM writes because she has a way with words and plot and making me bond with the characters so much that they’re in my heart for eternity.

I love you Sarah. If you ever read this feel my undying support for you. You could write about toilet paper and I would read it, hundred percent guaranteed.

All I need now is Nox Owen, Lithaen, Hollin, Connall and Vaughn, and basically all the loose ends tied up and I’ll be satisfied. Thank goodness for the continuation of ACOTAR because I need SJM’s writing so badly.

I have so much more I want to talk about but it’s 3 am and I need sleep

You look at yourself and you think glass:
transparent, breakable, common


you wish you were golden:
glowing, coveted, loved


somehow—
you do not see the art
in how the light
shines off of you


you have forgotten
that you are what men use
to stop bullets

—  You May Be Glass But You Are Bulletproof | © Nella von Stahl 2017