If, in a rare occasion that Noctis just couldn’t shut his eyes off for some well-deserved R&R, it’s a huge cause for concern.
The not-so-sleepy prince is most definitely down with a fever. He’d toss and turn in his bed, kicking the blanket and pillows off the mattress and simply lying down on his stomach while hugging a single pillow.
If his fever doesn’t come down soon, he’d stand up and hang out on his balcony, watching the city lights as they blink incessantly.
On the road, he’d be sitting by the firelight, wrapped with three layers of blanket and eating warm, comforting soup made by Ignis.
Ignis won’t sleep if Noct is sick either, so he’d be up all night, trying to find cures that could eliminate his liege’s fever.
Ignis
Ignis is used to having to little or no sleep. When insomnia hits him hard, he’d be reading different kinds of books from cookbooks, medicinal, historical and the occasional fiction.
Though Ebony is most definitely a staple Ignis kind of drink, this time it’d be a piping hot cup of tea accompanied by comforting silence…except when Gladio starts snoring and Prompto starts fighting his pillow in his sleep.
When insomnia strikes while he’s at the Citadel, Ignis would step out into the balcony of his room and stare at the stars. He would try and find all the constellations, using his memory to name the heavenly bodies that dot the night sky. This usually helps him fall asleep, but the moment it does take effect, it would be far too late to sleep…it’s already five in the morning anyway.
Prompto
Prompto’s insomnia is triggered by that quest in King’s Knight that he must finish at ALL COSTS before the time resets at four in the morning.
He has his headphones stuck to his ears and he’d be lying on his stomach as he plays, a can of Ebony at the ready and a really sour-sweet treat to keep his energy levels high.
It’s all worth it once he gets that freakin’ cool item from the quest, much to Noctis’ dismay since the sleepy prince is rarely ever up that late nor is he able to wake up earlier than six in the morning.
If thoughts haunt Prompto in the wee hours of the night, he would get up and stretch outside the tent, only to be followed by Ignis who would then talk to him about so many other things. Prompto realized that this is Ignis’ way of helping him ease his restless mind through really thorough distraction.
Gladio
Gladio rarely gets insomnia since he’s trained himself to sleep at a consistent schedule to keep fit and healthy.
The only time he stays up until dawn is a really good book. He knows he’s hooked if he can’t stop turning the pages to see what’s going to happen next. And damn, it’s the best darn feeling if he finishes it by dawn.
Gladio would tire himself out by exercise just to escape a rather feisty bout of insomnia.
Or he’d rather just stare at the camp fire, letting his thoughts wander. This is when he lets himself go face-to-face with his emotions and innermost thoughts. By the time he confronts them all, he’ll be very much sleepy afterwards. He’s happy to get rid not just of his insomnia but all those negative thoughts and fears. He’s ready to face another day with his usual steely resolve.
When in Insomnia, if Iris comes to his room after dinner, they’d be chatting the night away and completely forgetting the time.
They would gather around the television in his room and watch the new series that’s all the rage in Lucis. Of course, this late night binge watching comes with lots of eating too, not that Gladio minds. His time with his little sister is much more important than losing his healthy eating routine.
Cor
Cor has a messy sleeping schedule. It’s as if someone decided to dump everyone’s schedule into his already full to the brim timeline.
Usually he’s knocked out before ten in the evening. But some days he’d be turning in at four in the morning.
Recently, he’s been unable to get a shut eye…at all. And it’s making the marshal crankier during training.
The source of his messy schedule? Everyone, except himself.
He’s been monitoring the halls of the Citadel since five in the morning, drank his cup of coffee and ate his cheesy omelette during breakfast with King Regis as he reported security discrepancies around Insomnia, spearheading the meeting and designating tasks with Veritas and the rest of the Crownsguard, sparring with the prince and his friends by mid-afternoon, taking his rounds once again around the Citadel, reviewing tactical reports and strategies with Clarus Amicitia, polishing his weapons and taking his dinner in the hall with the Crownsguard before reading even more reports. His tiring and shifting schedules sent his body clock into disarray.
If he really needed to sleep for a very important morning errand, he’d take a long hot bath, chugging a small helping of red wine afterwards or drinking chamomile-lavender tea he received from Monica.
If all else fails, he’d just work out. Yup, the marshal is lean and mean even in his mid-forties. All the girls swoon, but of course they won’t let him know that.
He can’t be both Cor the Immortal and Cor the Heartbreaker because that would be unfair.
Veritas a.k.a. V
Veritas learned to love her insomnia.
She was very much frustrated whenever she can’t keep her eyes shut for even five seconds.
She decided to just go with it and along the countless sleepless nights, she discovered that she rather liked the late night silence. Nothing else to do but listen to her own thoughts and reminisce.
She would curl up on the chair and read a book with a hot beverage and would enjoy the swaying of the curtains in the gentle breeze, the cool light of the moon and the warm night light in her room.
While at Tenebrae, she would then proceed to write on her diary to tire her mind somehow.
She loves it whenever Ravus shares her bed to sleep — there is something so beautiful and making her hyper-aware of existence itself whenever she’s with him. It makes her appreciate every thing in this life. With such a feeling, she’d be able to doze off holding Ravus in an embrace.
Ravus
Ravus Nox Fleuret loves insomnia.
‘No Sleep’ insomnia, not the Insomnia. He hates the latter, don’t be silly.
He revels in the silence that keeps him company in the late hours of the night and would use this time to rethink things or write his reports.
He’d even play the piano as softly as possible. Valses are his favorite night time pieces.
If he has the time, he’d browse through his books about plants and medicine and would write down things he observed around Tenebrae, especially if it’s about the elusive Tenebraen eagle.
He likes to drink tea, particularly chamomile-lavender tea at night, or if the mood hits him, he’d either drink red wine or a hot cup of Altissian cocoa.
If he’s feeling really agitated for some reason during a sleepless night, he’d knock on Veritas’ door and would enter in a very endearing disposition, making it hard for V to say no to.
They’d sit on the couch or cuddle in bed, talking about all sorts of nonsensical and philosophical things until they’re running their fingers on each other’s heads all the way to the sweet moment of falling asleep holding one another at daybreak.
King Regis
King Regis HATES not being able to get his rest. As if the strain of the power of the ring is bad enough, not being able to recuperate is worst.
He has so many things to think and worry about, yet as his queen used to say, nothing is worth losing sleep for. Aulea was right, he would mutter and force himself to sleep.
When he’s feeling lonely and thinks this is one of the reasons why he can’t sleep, he’d take out Aulea’s favorite dress and hug it against his chest. It’s an instant remedy — he’d fall asleep just after inhaling her perfume and touching the fabric of her dress.
He remembers the warmth of her and dozing off to her ‘embrace’ sets himself at ease.
Noctis’ shenanigans would usually keep him awake too. If it’s about his son, he’d definitely be restless.
He would drink hot milk (Cid called him a sissy back at camp when he asked Weskham for a cup of warm milk to cure his insomnia) and he’d be a little more relaxed.
In a few minutes, he might just be able to fall asleep, with ‘might’ as the operative word.
Lunafreya
Lunafreya couldn’t sleep because of two things: her responsibilities as Oracle, and Umbra’s incessant snoring.
The dark haired canine would snore so loud it even irritates Pryna to the point where the snow-colored dog would hide beneath the covers just to escape the snoring.
Luna will walk around her room to tire herself up until she feels exhausted enough to sleep.
She’d also grab a book to read as she does so.
So when she finally feels the need to sleep, she’d be in a hurry to bury herself in the cozy sheets, only to wake up wide-eyed to Umbra’s motorcycle-like snores.
In the end, she would go to her parents’ bedroom and sleep there. She always falls asleep so well there.
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