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[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.

1/2

[arctype]

[3... 2... 1...]

[arctype]

Oh!

[She says this loudly, eyes widened at Noctis as if just realizing he had no shirt.]

I'm sorry! I made you talk so long without being properly clothed!

[somnum]

[Slow on the uptake, this vampire princess.]

It's fine, I just need something without a big gaping hole in it.

[arctype]

I don't keep men's clothes around... Hm.

I know! [She pushes herself off the bed.]

I'll go buy a shirt AND bring something for you to eat when I come back. You should go to sleep again, okay? Don't worry, there shouldn't be anyone who will bother you.

[somnum]

You... don't have to go through that much trouble. I can deal with a hole if I really have to.

[Man, she had a lot of energy. And though sleep did sound great to Noctis, her going out to buy a shirt seemed like a waste of time.

He didn't plan on hanging around in this world for much longer, after all.]

[arctype]

If you're worried about money, don't be! I'm what they call, loaded.

[Thank you flow of income in the form of gold...

Not that, it's the issue, nor is Arcueid thinking about how it would be pointless once he's gone. She thinks in terms of the present and the what ifs are more of a frivolous way of thinking for her.]

You do need to eat though.

[somnum]

I guess...

[He's really going to owe her one once all this is finished, isn't he? As if he doesn't already.]






Thanks.

[arctype]

It's no trouble, but you're welcome!

I'm having fun! [And she really means it, with that silly, but bright smile of hers.]

[somnum]

You're having fun taking care of an injured stranger from another world.

You're really weird, you know that? [But there's something resembling a smile on his face when he says that, this time.]

[arctype]

Eh? Sure is nice of you to say that while smiling.

[It may sound petulant, but there's nothing serious or biting in her reply.]

[somnum]

[Noctis shrugs with his good shoulder.]

Character flaws are best pointed out with a smile.

[He lays back down on the bed, still too tired to possess any shame.]

Guess I'll be here when you come back.

[arctype]

Hm. Sleep tight then. I'll be back before you know it.

[Arcueid gives him a wave before opening the door and closing it behind her.

All falls quiet. It's a lonely room without her.]

[somnum]

[And so Noctis is left alone in the room, staring up at the ceiling once more. The silence allows him a moment to reflect on the situation more readily, and he can't help but feel a sinking sensation in his stomach.

If he couldn't find a way back, what then? Was time moving on without him in his world? Would his friends be all right? And even though they could take care of themselves, their journey would be a moot point without Noctis there. It wasn't vanity that spurred him to think this way, only reason.

And what was the story about this weird girl helpgi him?

He sighs, closing his eyes. Nothing to do about it now, but sleep.]

[arctype]

[She takes her time when she's outside before getting the needed supplies. Arcueid should probably be more concerned than she actually is, but when she's faced with a situation that doesn't involve executing, she's the most carefree one can get. what matters to her is that Noctis turned out alright in the end and she feels that's he's strangely trustworthy, in that she doesn't sense any ill will from him.

Either she's too trusting, or maybe her instinct is correct. Maybe.

It's late afternoon by the time she gets back. The door is unlocked and she walks inside with two bags this time. One, a button up shirt folded and wrapped in plastic packaging and the other, a box, with doughnuts from a nearby bakery.]

I'm back!

[somnum]

[For once, Noctis hadn't been asleep. He had been close to it, of course -- drifting in and out, on the edge of consciousness -- but when Arcrueid walks in, he greets her from where he lays on the bed, turning his head to look in her direction.]

...Hey.

[And with a clear effort, he manages to sit up, eying the two bags.]

What'd you get?

[arctype]

First of all, here's a shirt.

[She takes out the package and places it next to Noctis.]

And... Get ready for this...!!

Doughnuts!! [SHE HOLDS UP THE BAG VICTORIOUSLY.]

[somnum]

[He blinks, looking down at the shirt appraisingly. It's simple, but that's fine with him; Noctis doesn't need anything fancy, just something that'll cover him up.

He's in the middle of unfolding said shirt when she announces that she's brought donuts.]

Donuts? [Hey, she's got good taste.] I can feel my strength returning already.