Yeah, y’all is seeing this shit right. It me, in ya feed after ten thousand years.
*tumbleweeds pass by unconcerned*
I dunno really what to say except, umm… I’m alive. This is my first time logging into Tumblr in a year. It feels odd. I can’t say that this is a comeback post, because I don’t think I have it in me to be as active as I used to be in this fandom’s heyday. My inbox and DMs have been wiped for this fresh start, but I do appreciate all of the love and support that I know had been sent to me while I was completely AWOL.
There’s only one way that I can show my appreciation (and apology), and that’s by… well… getting off my dusty ass and finishing this series I started over a year ago. The deadline I gave myself was until KH3 came out, right? And that’s in… January of 2019? I gotta hustle.
I seem to have left off on a tumultuous cliffhanger I would crucify any other fanfic writer for doing. I actually had to go back and re-read my own shit to get a feel of what it was to write again.
This chapter reads differently than the others. Half of it is from Noct’s POV, and the other half is the regular reader insert POV.
If there was a time that Noct felt this abandoned, downtrodden, and drained, then he couldn’t remember it.
His life was never quite the bouquet of roses, even though his late father tried his best to make sure that he had as carefree of a life as possible. Noct didn’t realize how spoiled he was until he left Insomnia, and had to suffer sleeping on the hard ground in a tent out past the comforts of the city limits and actually eat the fish he caught. Yet, he found it strangely ironic that it was at the fanciest resort Duscae had to offer that he found out that Insomnia had fallen and his father was dead.
It was from that moment on that Noct started counting his blessings.
Now, as he trudged through the echoing halls of Zegnautus Keep, hand tightly around the hilt of his father’s sword, he wondered if there was anything else in his life that would be taken away.
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