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[somnum]

You're not gonna hurt my feelings, you know, if you tell the truth.

[arctype]

A-Ack! You caught me, huh? Um, let's see then...

15!

[somnum]

Wh-

Fifteen?!

[H-HOW...]

[arctype]

I panicked.

But, um, your face is very youthful! And I thought it's better to assume that one is younger than they actually are, at least with humans?

[somnum]

[He puts his hands on his face, groaning.]

Please just stop there. I don't have the face of a fifteen year-old. Again, you're awful at this.

Next question.

[arctype]

[Arcueid's social skills aren't terrible per say, but definitely off-kilter. This moment definitely proves it. She puffs up her cheeks at his bluntness, but doesn't really go after him about it.]

Booo. Fine.

So are you a magus? Or do they call it something else where you're from?

[somnum]

[He raises his (good) arm to cover his eyes with his forearm as he answers. Idly, he's starting to feel a chill, and figures maybe that he should ask for some kind of shirt.

But first, her question.]

And what do you define "magus" as? Someone that uses magic?

[arctype]

Like I said, "true" magic is something else entirely. No, a magus is someone who practices Magecraft. Or it's also known as Thaumaturgy. It's an artificial reenactment, if anything.

[somnum]

All right, well... None of that means much to me. The easiest answer is this: I can use magic, but I'm not called a "magus". The warping you saw me do last night? It's more like... a family thing.

[arctype]

I see! It's like the mystery was passed down through the family line because it's exclusive to your blood.

[somnum]

Something like that. Others can "borrow" it from me, to a certain extent.

[He'd shrug if he wasn't lying down.]

Comes in handy during a fight.

[arctype]

Ah, that's very functional! [Arc nods as she listens, as if taking this seriously.]

Are you a monster hunter then? Is that what the magic's for?

[somnum]

[He shakes his head. Well, she's not completely off, but it's not the full truth.]

We have been hunting monsters, but that's not exactly what I am. At least, it's not the only thing.

[He pauses, only briefly.]

I'm the Lucian Prince. [He frowns. The correction still sounds and feels odd, and most still call him "Prince Noctis".] ...King now, actually, I guess.

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[arctype]

... Whoa.

["Lucian" doesn't have a meaning to her, but the royal titles do. Arcueid blinks at Noctis for a second...]

[arctype]

That's amazing Noctis! Guess what?

I'm a princess! We have something in common!

[somnum]

[He moves his arm from over his eyes, flopping it down next to him. He gives her a look that almost reads as skeptical.]

You're a princess? So... a vampire princess? They have those?

[Regardless, that's a strange coincidence.]

[arctype]

Kind of! I'm a special case as in, my species doesn't propagate to prolong a bloodline or anything. I suppose the title's just fanciful in the end.

[There is a reason behind her existence, but that's a story for another day, if that day ever comes that is.]

[somnum]

If it's just fanciful, then what? You're not expected to lead the rest of the... vampire people, or whatever?

[He's not trying to sound dismissive; for some reason, he's actually sincerely curious.]

[arctype]

... Mm.

[There's... Not a lot of them to rule to begin with. But ruling was not her role. For a moment, Arcueid looks serious, looking ahead at the wall in front of her so Noctis can only see the profile of her face instead.]

I'm not a leader of any kind. There's nothing to rule.

[somnum]

[He looks at her profile, quietly at first. Did he bring up something painful again?

Noctis brings his gaze back up to the ceiling, frowning. He shifts a little.]

...What happened? War?

[That would hit a little too close to home, if that was the case.]

[arctype]

[There's a slow, if hesitant nod.]

Something like that.

Many are dead or in an eternal sleep. Same thing really.

[somnum]

[A part of him actually feels a little... sad for her, hearing that. He doesn't know what to say, so he keeps it simple. And sincere.]

I'm... sorry. That sounds awful.

[It sounds like she's lost too much; a path Noctis himself would prefer to avoid.]

[arctype]

You think so?

[It was although for Arcueid, it happened so long ago so she doesn't know if there's truly any lingering feeling of regrets or sadness.

Emptiness? Certainly.]

I don't think I'm sad about it or ever was.

[She leans on her elbows, letting out a thoughtful hum.]

Maybe that's what makes me a monster...? [She doesn't sound entirely serious about that particular thought. It's a whimsical one that disappears just as quickly as it's said.]

[somnum]

[That's... not the response he expected. How can she not feel sad? Weren't those her people? What happened to feel such a disconnect?

Noctis sits up, arms crossed over his chest. He looks at her in consideration, not sure how to ask other than just to be blunt about it. But while he decides, he instead makes a different sort of request for now.]

...can I get a shirt? I'm starting to feel cold and self-conscious.

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[arctype]

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