Never, Ever... ( Stella/ Storm/ Closed )

[Noctis Lucis Caelum]

A subtle chime came through the speakers that had been silent and secret doors of the glass elevator opened. Noctis hadn't been facing it when he was musing to himself out the window at the view, it had been a minute's way down but it was still fantastic everytime he was in it; it was probably the only reason he ever used this chute since he didn't need to. With Stella here, he may well do it more often until she got used to the place and could go about it on her own without getting lost; directions were going to be a misshap to his plans of letting her stay. It took him all the while through childhood and puberty until he knew this house like the back of his hand, but even then, the back of his hand was a map he covered with his gloves; some of the most remote passages around were like that, unseen too.

When she'd asked him as though he had everything to be proud of, he closed his eyes, believing that everyone in this world was going to think he had it all. The truth was not savagely clean, there had been a lot of underhanded dealings to build up this empire and to sustain it, those became tradition, which was only a nice way of putting it. To obtain these rare things as a fortune had cost many lives, cost many good dealings and alot of retribution; those who had committed to their jobs with the rules that were set, had tainted hands.
Noctis wondered if hell existed more than the fire burning pit that was close to home, nearly all members of the council had some thing to be ashamed of, something to spare from others knowledge and anything had to be secured; blackhearts ruled this city, did she not know? The look on her face told him she didn't, she was like white, not a colour and not one of them; she was simple and innocent in the darkness of man's heart despite her knowledge and experiences... confidence and kindness deceived her from becoming just like them.

Both his father and hers were accustomed to each other's ruling, he knew how tough it was to keep their lives this way and individual, they were criminals masterminding common life with the underground. Blood sucking all the funds in a way that was like taxing, though they still played games with the people of the city; gamblers were prey, sinners were prey and even the police were black and white. They went with both, justice and injustice and Noctis was caught in the stream of it, on both sides equally.

"Yes... because of how to get them and the lengths it took for people to obtain such things that everyone wants."
When something was priceless and sought after by many with similar abilities, what did you do? There wasn't a way to start explaining but it was all infernal affairs and he had turned to exit; she would be amongst such a collection of things if someone else were to take interest in claiming her...
The slit as the doors parted opened wider and wider...
He looked up and out calmly until he saw in his face and shotgun less ...
it was a ...Storm... Exclamations, a shout, a yell...
The shotgun hit the floor; his friend didn't even bother with the love of his life right now; Noctis was, preparing himself for a good scolding that even the shotgun could not distract Storm from doing.

His face and hair were blown over as he stood, his name ringing in his ears on loop, about to step out and the sensor of the lift paused as he remained in between going out and staying in. The eyes of him shut tight and then peered in apology, a faint timidness he did once in a blue moon show around someone as attached to him as Storm, to his friend, who could probably die with the shock; what he was saying was reasonable. There was much to tell... if he didn't, he wouldn't be much of a friend but how was he to go about it when Stella was around? She was probably still revolving in her terror and it wasn't easy to convince an enemy as friend overnight. Storm had better get some coffee and stay up with him...

Noctis' mouth opened as he strained for an answer, hearing his nickname morph back to the full word; he knew he'd done something blasphemous... To Storm, he was always Noct... it supposedly clung like how tight their bonds were; being Noctis, was only when he did something Storm didn't understand and felt apart, he assumed.
The little jawdropped expression became an oval as he breathed deeply and slowly, almost like cold sweat would break out at him. There was something really uneasy for him, as he didn't want Stella to be out of place and neither did he want Storm to apologise for something misunderstood. At the moment, he was a cake layer, sponged to absorb and release... suitable answers...

"St-.... I... went out earlier..."
Storm knew that already, it was nothing unusual... his conscience Tsk-ed him and gave him a thumbs down but he wasn't going to fret now that the worse was over; he didn't need to worry about how Storm was going to react or how long it would be until he would react. It was all like a thunderbolt striking him, no... more of a canon blast.
Sighing, he shook his head and tilted it to look at Storm then skipped a crucial part; Noctis' habits loved cliff hangers but it would've been detrimental had he joked coldly, which he would be tempted to do if this wasn't such a serious issue. It was Storm he was thinking about here, he would have been open to silliness to some degree with him but Stella, she'd never seen Noctis beside himself.
The little tingle of her hand reaching his kept him in order, and holding it firmly, told him he wasn't allowed to get carried away even seeing that expression on Storm's face; it was classic and forever imprinted in his mind. If anyone had seem his face like this who was neither him nor Stella, they would have keeled over, desperate not to choke on laughter and ab pains.

"Stella... this is Storm... and... she is staying with us from now on..."
There were inevitable pauses, he squeezed her hand in his with a gesture to wonder why she grasped him as though she was life threatened even in his presence. He could feel that she'd sprang to hide behind him for protection of some sort, but he wasn't thinking of protecting her, only that she had much to be saved from such as her fears now.
"What?"
It broke the impending silence and became what he penultimately said to Storm as he stared at Stella, and Noctis turned to pull her forward closely next to him so she couldn't reject; forgetting how wrong it would look to Storm that he was holding her hand. Directing it, he always asked Storm what... it was less why; the why's were always thrown at himself. He wanted to continue by telling Storm he would promise to explain and that it was nothing a brother should worry about; he didn't kidnap her or anything.

"We met earlier... something came up; it was necessary to bring her home... "
There was a lot he missed, the details of how dire the circumstance had been and little choice he had; as for his feelings towards her being here, he would need to tell Storm privately and man up to what he'd never explain in front of Stella; stuff about feelings, however vague they were. There was just too much in his life! This little outcry sounded like something only Storm had the right to say currently and he retreated a little with his indifferent expression; it showed a glimpse of his actual apprehension and insecurities about what he chose to do without consultation. "...I should've called you, but we just arrived a short while ago..."
Right now, he was sure she wouldn't want Storm to know what she'd gone through... they were strangers only on the verge of friendly terms. His phone, wasn't even on him and Storm would only want to smack him for never figuring out what the little device was useful for; it was one of those things in technology he was glad did not further develop and rule their lives even when everything else was now gravity defying.

[Storm Zarxen]

Storm Zarxen

Storm stood there with the dumb expression still on his face, one of complete shock. Never in his life had he felt this much shock, not over anything. The calm expression on Noct’s face had become…less calm, flustered, more flustered then he had seen him in…forever? He didn’t have the mind to actually think about that though, so complete was his shock. His eyes had not returned to their original size yet, still staring at Stella.

He saw Stella Nox Flueret…holding his…HAND?! Shaking his head, he tried to clear it, was he dreaming? Was he really sleeping in his bed? Or might he perhaps have gotten shot? Had he shot himself during target practice?! He stood there in a stupor, watching Noct, the friend he thought he knew everything about, holding onto her, tightening his grip. In concentrating hard, he could see the timid look he barely knew creep up on Noct’s face. Muttering to himself, he rubbed his face with his hand, trying to see if he was indeed dreaming. He didn’t feel any pain, so he couldn’t have shot himself…right? Dreaming…that was the only possible answer, but no, Noct was right there, everything was so real.

When Noct made his first attempt to explain, Storm stared at him. “I know you went out earlier Noct! But what the…?!” Trailing off, he didn’t wish to be ruder to the woman who was obviously terrified at his reaction to her. He coughed quietly, choking for some reason. It might be that the saliva in his mouth had collected from his mouth being open for so long. Gulping, he glanced away, trying to make head and tails about why Noct would bring her of all people to their house. Had he even thought of the consequences?! “Oh god!” He groaned even before he had told him anything more. Just thinking of her angry father made him want to slap Noct. Why? Why her? Had he kidnapped her? But now, she wouldn’t be clinging to him if he had. Bringing her would open complete war, and he would tell him that, if he hadn’t thought about it himself. If he had brought her here…that was terrible judgment!

What had possessed Noct to bring her here?! Had he thought about what would happen? Her father…groaning slightly while thinking about it, he put his head in his hands, letting the shotgun fall completely on the ground. He also knew what Noct was in, right now he probably couldn’t explain all with her standing right there, things would all go smoother if they were alone. Just when he thought things could get no worse…Noct had to go and open his mouth again. His head jerked up, mouth dropping open again. For a second, he just stared at Noct, nothing coming out as he forgot to breath. STAYING?! “What?! Noctis?! Why?! Staying??!” Breathing just as heavily as Noct was, he could do nothing but stare into his eyes, trying to get a hint for what was going on.

He watched as he pulled her closer, and backed up a few steps, covering his face with his hands The questions he wanted to ask swirled around his brain. ‘it was necessary?!’ uncovering his eyes, he tried once more without success to figure out what might have happened. He couldn’t stop the next outburst, “hell yes you should have called!” Cringing when he saw the insecure look on Noct’s face, he stopped speaking then. Maybe he should just walk away…that might be the best option. He glanced down the hallway, thinking about making a run for it. This was the weirdest situation he had ever been in, and it just kept getting worse. It had gone from seeing them simply together to them now holding on to each other. He felt a little dizzy, his head was spinning. Looking down, he tried to pull himself together as he saw his gun lying on the floor. Had he dropped it? He hoped Noct told him what the hell was going on, because at the moment, he had not a clue…

“I…uh…gotta…” He wanted to run away, to get away, to get a drink…or poor an entire bucket of cold water over his head. That might get his senses back, possibly…so he tried to think of an excuse to get away that sounded real and not made up. Yet his blank mind couldn’t think of anything at the moment. Reaching down, his eyes still staring at Noct and Stella, he picked up his shotgun…

[Noctis Lucis Caelum]

This was ready to blow. No, they were not whatever Storm was mistaking them to be... Noctis was not crazy. Not yet, or so he thought; then again, insanity was harboured in anyone to some degree and how was he to think he was insane, if he was insane?! Where this was headed, they didn't need breaks; they'd crashed through much worse than the accident he'd been in earlier. Windows would split, mountains would cave in... this was where Storm's shock was coming from...

He would've framed what was happening all on a wall, awarded it for the most exciting, unusual, impossibly retarded moment of the year, or rather all his life. It would definitely be the finest addition to his home, as a painting, a video, anything; it defeated what he'd ever felt, hands down. This was emotion he was seeing... adrenaline induced and enough to turn his stoicism as anything classified to be emotional quality, into debris.
The hands on Storm's blonde head were scrunching his already messy hair. His face was just too much to handle, and he knew what was going on in his head; there was turmoil with everything he didn't know and couldn't get an explanation out of screaming at him as messily as the strands of his golden hair overlapped. Noctis wasn't about to let his bestest friend disappear anywhere without another word though, who knows what else he'd put himself up for having dropped his beloved shotgun; the man would marry that thing if it could answer yes!
Aware that mistakes were made tonight, Noctis gathered this was no solution, he should've called but now was his calling.

Storm looked like a perfect mannequin out of a wax museum with his mouth agape and swallowing, even choking on his own breath and words. A fly would've stuck itself in there if he didn't shut it at last. Noctis wasn't calm but he wasn't entirely amused with himself either, it was just that Storm was so funny he was about to blow up inside unable to release everything; the situation went up with the hilarity and then down as his friend seemed to back away, avoiding before he had even managed to deliver an answer. Thankfully, it was fluctuating fast so Noctis couldn't crack up; his eyes transformed as the iris swirled into an icy blue, tributing to Storm's disc like eyes right now.
Those were so bright, luminescent in the dark even, he could see how clear they were for the first time because he'd never ever maintained such strong eye contact with anyone. His best friend's eyes were popping like ping pong balls about to drop out and by some foreign magnetism he was drawn to staring back at him. Somwhere inside, he began to wonder if the man could see his own stupor as a reflection in his eyes; there was a fire that alighted in them and told him he couldn't let his friend burn alone in miserable confusion. If Storm could read minds, he'd likely have punched him by now, whether it was out of spontaneous frustration or simple throw hands up worthy annoyance; that would be a new insight...

They shared the troubles and gun fire wouldn't separate them so nothing like this could, Noctis needed to take advantage of what he knew about Storm and it was mandatory to keep his friend from heartbreak that he had been so careless not to inform him at first notice; the value of friendship, a brotherhood, quiet that Stella wouldn't experience in his opinion.

Anything that burned could lead to a tragedy, and he didn't want to let his judgment or lack thereof be the match that started it. Out of the elevator, he took a large stride and put a hand on Storm's shoulder, stepping up so he was almost neck and neck; they were approximately the same height and it was easy.
"...I know..."
His gaze drifted from such intense stares and then he leaned in closer, his head bowed to face the side and whispered only audibly to Storm; his movement stretched his arm out so that Stella did not have to be dragged with him and can't see his lips move to talk.
"Just stay, I'll explain it all when she's eaten and slept; it's a lot... but you know that already..."
Their negotiations were very casual, nothing would prevent him from spilling his heart out to Storm any night as fitting as this one. He drew away from the personal perimetres and took a step back, much smaller a foot than the one he'd taken forward and turned to Stella, gesturing with the hand he now took off Storm's shoulder, to invite her out of the transparent bullet chute.

From the corner of his eye, he glimpsed Storm and tilted his head to survey the area for any one who might have been watching; it was empty as he desired but he would have to go find someone to cook, and the kitchen was smelling of food that must have tempted Storm as he'd heard the stomach grumble even from that verbal blasting. Really though, he seeked some advice that he couldn't rip from his insides; he only sought to add a bit more information so he could demand from both of them to make chemistry like apple and cinnamon, simple and good to last!?

In too deep with this food thing, Noctis pressed his free hand on the bridge of his nose as he always did when pressuring squeezed his head; nothing was a headache now, how could he think it was, but there was difficulty dealing with it without help! He was much better at being a dictator than a politician to satisfy all parties and votes; first, he was going to make sure Storm figured out his reasons that it wasn't so bad to have her on their side, her father would always want his head on a silver platter regardless of her input. This could even be a blessing... to end the feud...
"There were some complications, I understand them... but she has to stay here now... I will address the council tomorrow. For this time... make peace... things are not the same as they were Storm... as for our stance, that can never change. I haven't got a clear road to take... but things will be taken care of..."

It was upon his word, that had to be acceptable. In spite of that, was it enough truly for people who cared sincerely? He felt that it was one of those times alcohol would resolve things as far as he learned from his father; it spun them out of heavy hearts... perhaps he would toast Storm but that was all his imagination. Ridiculous!
He rested his case... he was going to take Storm's shotgun if he had to leave! It was last resort; praised honesty, seldom shown by him because it revealed his private life, was the second last. " Stella, I will attend to your order now... I apologise for what just happened... you may trust Storm as you do me, he is as good a second of me as one can find."

[Stella Nox Fleuret]

"Yes... because of how to get them and the lengths it took for people to obtain such things that everyone wants."

"St-.... I... went out earlier..."

"Stella... this is Storm... and... she is staying with us from now on..." Stella stayed where she was holding his hand...."What?" "We met earlier... something came up; it was necessary to bring her home... " "...I should've called you, but we just arrived a short while ago..." Stella hoped that he was able to get trough to to his best friend.....

“I know you went out earlier Noct! But what the…?!”

“Oh god!”

“What?! Noctis?! Why?! Staying??!”

“hell yes you should have called!”

“I…uh…gotta…”

"...I know..."

"Just stay, I'll explain it all when she's eaten and slept; it's a lot... but you know that already..."

"There were some complications, I understand them... but she has to stay here now... I will address the council tomorrow. For this time... make peace... things are not the same as they were Storm... as for our stance, that can never change. I haven't got a clear road to take... but things will be taken care of..."

He would have to go before a council because of her? Stella let go of Noctis hand....."He's right...I don't belong here...." Stella looked down then....As much as she had to admit it....Storm was right....Why would she think that they would all accept her? She really felt out of place then....The voice in Storm's tongue when he said she was not suppose to be here....Was enough to let her see that he did not accept her...She wanted to run away from them.... " Stella, I will attend to your order now... I apologise for what just happened... you may trust Storm as you do me, he is as good a second of me as one can find." "No....He's right...How could I ever think that this could work out....I mean you have to before a council for me tomorrow....Why? It won't change....They will not accept me as one of like they do you and your friends....I just....I wanna lay down....Okay...Please...I just wanna sleep...."

She had not slept all night....and that hot bath made her sleepy....She was trembling as Noctis would see now....That she did not belong here....She was his enemy....None the less.....Their lives would never be able to collide and just be the friends she always wanted....and what's worse she did not tell Storm that she fell in love with Noctis and was not going to....Stella saw that Storm was trying to find an excuse to get away....And she looked down then when he picked his shot gun back up....Stella started then to save Storm the trouble and walk away all on her own.....But would Noctis let her? She wished that she could just run away for ever and not look back....But she was not leaving Noctis....to deal with that coucil on his own....It was her duty to help him....."I...I'm sorry for acting as I did Noctis.....I want to stay here with you....For you are the only one that has reached out to my aid....And helped me....Can we have that supper now?"

[Storm Zarxen]

Storm Zarxen

Storm had managed to collect himself in the slightest way, yet his eyes were still large, breathing still increased, he could feel his heart pounding. He couldn’t even imagine what his best friend had been thinking when he had come up with this idea. Stella Nox Flueret…?! The daughter of their enemy…was in they’re house! Even with whatever had prompted Noct to feel sorry enough to let her live with them…had he considered she might be going undercover for her father? What story had she come up with? He hated to think of these things, but since Noct obviously hadn’t, it was up to him. His left hand was still on his forehead, fingers messing up his hair.

He wished he could drag Noct away and get some answers that instant. In front of Miss Flueret…he couldn’t do any such thing, but the look he sent Noct told him he wished to do just that. His face pinched from shock to a scowl, which was probably comical. He never scowled, especially at Noct…but the circumstances made it unavoidable to him. He still wanted to find and out, some reason he could state to get away from them. He needed a second to collect his thoughts and be able to be around Noct without wanting to beat some sense into him. He really wanted to smack him…his best friend, he viewed Noct as his best friend, a brother, and yet, right now all he wanted to do was slap him…

He hoped his thoughts weren’t too plain, he didn’t want Stella to know…and well…Noct would figure out just as soon as they were in a private place where he could get some answers out of him. Noct might be able to figure out what he was thinking since they were so close, but he doubted Stella could since she didn’t know him in the least way. He glanced down to his right hand, which held his shotgun in the firmest grip he had ever griped it. His knuckles were white, and he forced himself to loosen his grip on the gun.

He had backed up quickly, his thoughts still scattered to kingdom come! His eyes now searched for everything else but Noct and Stella. He didn’t want to see them holding on to each other, in fact it made him dizzy and the room spun then. He turned half to the side, he was a split second away from leaving the they’re presence. Shaking his head more, he started to walk away in a stupor. He needed to get out of there, maybe some water over his head would help him to get clear on what was going on, because Noct wasn’t tell him anything! Why? Noct always told him everything…except looking at Stella Nox Flueret standing in their elevator…he cringed. apparently he doesn’t tell you everything….

Sighing, he was suddenly stopped by Noct walking up to him. He had only made it about a step, but turning, he saw his eyes were an icy blue. He put his hand on Storm’s shoulder, which was normal, and it calmed him down somewhat. His eyes went from Noct’s to Stella over his shoulder. I know…wasn’t much of an answer…but it showed he cared. Closing his eyes, his breathing stopped being so fast. He was whispered too, it would be a lot of explaining to explain this. He glared at Noct, and muttering quietly, “You had better explain all of it, because this is insane!” He more grumbled it, but his eyes were not wide anymore, except when he glanced at Stella they would become such again.

When Noct held out his hand for Stella, Storm shook his head and turned away. He heard him speak, and nodding once, he sighed. taken care of?? He was still starving, but didn’t know if he could eat, especially if they were going to do that as well. He should just walk out the door and cool down a bit…or maybe go up to his room, shut the door and blare the music so loud it blocked out all his thoughts. He was squeezing the shotgun again, and taking in a deep breath, he relaxed his grip and put it and rested it on his shoulder. He was going to get a headache if his thoughts didn’t collect themselves. Before he had had it in himself to get angry with Noct, but that had all changed when Noct had looked at him that way. They had been through to much to have this pull them apart and make him angry. He took in a deep shuddering breath, and trusted his best friend’s judgment. It was hard since Noct’s judgment went against Storm’s, but it showed his friendship and trust he had in Noct. He had always trusted Noct before, their group of friends were really tight.

When Stella talked about not belonging, he felt himself agreeing, yet then he felt bad. Noct would probably just get angry if he knew that was in fact his opinion. Squeezing shut his eyes, he forced his brain to stop swirling. He actually started thinking Stella was going to stick to her thought and go home to where she belonged…but in the end, she changed her mind yet again. When she spoke of aid…he once again wondered what the hell had happened that had made Noct bring her here. It must have been something major, to impede his judgment like it had. He started thinking about the council then. He wouldn’t want to be Noct and have to explain this to them, yet he would help his friend explain if he ever found out what had happened. Noct was his best friend, and right now, he probably needed him to be such, not angry or acting different. First he had to find out what had happened though, hopefully Noct would be able to tell him that. He was going to try to be understanding, and as always, he would take Noct’s side and support him, yet if he didn’t tell him what the hell was going on that would be difficult.

He was hungry, but he didn’t really want to be with Stella and Noct while they ate. That would just get awkward, but yet, it would look rude if he ran away since at least to Noct, it had been clear he was going to the kitchen before. Stella probably wouldn’t know where he had been going to, but Noct defiantly would. Maybe he could grab something and run…? He didn’t always eat in the dining area, in fact he was usually the one to drag his food around with him instead of sitting down. What he probably needed right now was some alcohol…but Noct would probably just take it away and tell him to stop being stupid. His eyes flickered back and forth as his brain swirled. Not bothering to wait for them, he turned and stumbled down the hallway to the kitchen, his eyes didn’t focus on anything, they simply stared into nothing. Yet he knew the place so well he knew where to turn without even looking. They came after him, since they were going to the same place. When he got to the kitchen, he groaned and wanted to bang his head against something.

Looking around him, he grabbed a bucket and hauled it to the sink. Filling it with cold water, he thought about dumping it over his head. As Noct came in, it was filled. “Hey…Noct…would you do me a favor and pour this over my head?” He asked it so serious, he didn’t sound teasing. He was actually serious, that might be the only way his thoughts actually got collected, or he could be pulled out of the trance he was in. He held out the bucket, his large blue eyes looking into Noct’s. He didn’t know if he would do it, but it was worth a shot!

[Noctis Lucis Caelum]

If things were not right, he would not have pledged everything to it all. Resent for backtracking ticked his mind; he regretted some things he did in life but this was not one he was ready to go back on because he hadn't been ready to take it either. It took a lot of guts for him to realise there was no way he could and that he had to face the predicament as it was given to him; anything else such as throwing her out and sending her back were against his morals and impossible to do. Making one's own luck was Storm's thing, or Zack's, not his... even Cloud was better at it.
There would be all the more truth in whatever criminalistic descriptions of him her father probably told her if he did everything the council stamped.
While he tried to smooth things out, it seemed to pull more shock into Storm, and Stella was more insecure than he'd ever seen her. Some stress balling in him disrupted his dead calm facade to show frustration at some degree which automatically would suggest he needed quality time to be pensive.

Noctis wanted to stop everything and everyone, mute them with a remote control that he was dying to find. All the things that they were saying, he knew were correct; she didn't belong here but he could handle what he needed to in front of the council and anyone else because he had to so they needed to lend a hand for the sake of themselves. Things did happen for a reason, and as negative as he was comfortable being, he had a responsibility to keep with the word he gave to Stella and she needed to believe in him.

Turning away so they could not see his crumbling soft attitude, he slowly dropped Stella's hand and walked over to a board that slotted open; it was used to pass food through the back kitchen without him having to go in to the greasy area. Apparently his message over the intercom panel had been delivered as he'd expected and it was one thing that made him happy now.
The whole walk towards it, he'd strangled out what she'd said so that he could refresh himself and approach them without shutting them out in autopilot mode; he had been the one who asked them to both stay, one with speech and one in action, he couldn't run away now that things went awry.

Running was not something he did, he compared and supported himself that he didn't need to and it rooted him to where they were so incentives to flee, fled.
His eyes flickered from side to side as he moved over a table after pulling out a tray with her supper on that had been cooked; steam sizzled over the top of the sauce that were in three separate square bowls with tapered edges. Since Noctis wasn't one to make decisions for other people, he hadn't been very specific and the chef made three variables in the case he was not satisfied with one, and he wouldn't have been if there was only one since it wasn't for him; there was irony.

Laying it on the teak wood table, it was a large chunk of an ancient tree that could well be extinct and he prized it, which was why it was in this little chamber for his private use; the pasta was on a large plate that sat atop another dinner plate in fine dining fashion separated from the sauce, with all utensils beside it. Stella had a choice with the sauce, he didn't know anything about her preferences but she could try them all if she liked and Noctis sighed, pulling out the chair at the head of the table and one closest to the fridge for Storm.

The fridge had to be hist best friend's favourite thing in the room, and he wanted Storm to be in reach for whatever calmed him down and there was a storage of alcohol in there by mini bottles' which were the regulation milliliters he would allow his friends to have in his house or they'd all be drunk. Even if he didn't openly suggest drinking as a solution to one's bother, he couldn't make other people into him and agree with it and there were fun times that happened once in awhile over drinks. He was thinking happy thoughts as super spies would if they were abused, whatever he could dig from his memories was sufficient and he smiled meekly with the weakness he had for other's feelings and sob stories, as Storm put it.

His vision was a little blurred as he felt heady with what he wasn't good at; patching things up between people and socialising. Nodding to Stella, he meant yes and looked at her with some sorrowful relief that she did in the end change her mind; the supper was ready for her and he watched as the chute shut, barely an inch behind from where she'd come out. "No need to apologise... It's been a long night..."
All he hoped for was that there was no bickering, as the truth was what one made it out to be and he wasn't about to say he helped her for her to be sorry; he was bleeding over her, as if she seemed to think the council's acceptance mattered more than his feelings about taking her in and yet it wasn't her fault if she did think that way, so his speech reduced until he could find things to say that would put everyone in cheer, including himself. That was before he gestured to the plates at Stella, rounding a bend to get to the other side of the table. "Please... by all means, eat."

About to plop himself into the seat opposite of Storm as he'd placed the serving at the head of the table where he usually sat; it was an honour to have a guest and it sort of equated to him apologising to Storm all the more for not telling him what happened, immediately... that he faced him at the table. He didn't get to drop into the chair though, only because the man had brought a bucket of water from the sink to him out of nowhere.

His eyes went wide again then raised and sharp all in one transition because this was serious. Storm wanted some cleansing or cooling but why water and he wasn't going to do it... even if he owed the reason for doing it... should he do it?
Noctis took the bucket from Storm and dragged him back to the sink, pouring the contents back down the pipe to the drain in refusal; he would do it at a time like this but that would mean Storm was soaked and had options to retire to his room and disappear. He was feeling fear for his friend to leave, and somehow it overrode the request but he tried to rectify what he'd done by taking a cold towel off the clean materials rack.
"Jump in the pool then...?" It made no sense, as he wouldn't let Storm leave but a bucket of water was just strange; Noctis had never done such a thing to himself or anyone else and was baffled. With that, he stuck the cloth to Storm's forehead as though he believed he was feverish.
The answer of the favour was an alternative and he covered his mouth with a hand to hide the amusement he sensed, seeing Storm as though he'd come out of a sauna or needed babysitting from sickness. It reached his eyes, the glittering mirth, and he shifted away before Storm could headlock him or smack him over the silly yet thoughtful action, towards Stella, not taking his eyes off his friend to see how he would be.

There was still time for them to grow up, Storm was about two years younger than him but he had a messed up childhood cycle and found himself drawn to relive it even when his age couldn't be reversed. Sadness swept him and then embarrassment reigned because Stella would be able to see it all, how he was not the stern Noctis he presented himself outside to be.
It was causing him to go to the fridge and survey what drinks there were as three glasses hung upside down at the bar table near the boarded slot he had been, for him to take once he'd found some suitable beverage. A light tinge of pink flushed along his ears to his pallid cheek and could be seen unbeknownst to him, since the light from it shone over his face, spotlighting. He tried to change the subjects and stop himself from laughing at the frozen supper on the top level in the oversized ice box, which was obviously either for Storm or Alex because he never ate supper. "Storm... what were you looking for earlier...?"

[Stella Nox Fleuret]

“You had better explain all of it, because this is insane!” “Hey…Noct…would you do me a favor and pour this over my head?” Stella noticed the personality with Storm right away. So he was jokster of the bunch. And she let what ever he said then slip away. She was with Noctis and there was obviously nothing Storm could do about it. As she sat down at the dining table she saw the plate of pasta and sauce handed to her. There were a few selections of sauce to choose from....She started to separate her pasta in the plate so she could try them all. And poured the sauce on her pasta after that....It all smelled so delicious.... "No need to apologise... It's been a long night..." "Please... by all means, eat." And she did just that. And took a sip of her bottled water that was on the side of her plate...

The water was refreshing in her throat. It actually woke up her vocal cords. She was no longer stuttering out her words to who ever she talked to. Which was at first Noctis...."I love it....It's all good Noctis...." She said less shying now....As she smiled at him. She cared less at what Storm would do or say now....She was here and that was it. Stella was finally feeling better after she ate the pasta. And saw a glass of wine was placed in front of her after the waiter had gave it to her....And Stella sipped that as well. Stella hardly ever drank. But she loved that little sensation it gave when you had just two glasses. She would just not care about any thing if she drank more. But she tried to contain that little jolt it gave....

Stella was a bit worried though as to what Noctis would tell the council tomorrow...She thought about that as she took another sip of wine.....And listened quietly to Noctis and Storm exchange words. She was listening to the rain that was now tapping against the window in the back of her. She was glad that Noctis found her when he did too....Because she would be out in this cold wet mess. And she would not be able to last one night. "Storm... what were you looking for earlier...?"

"May I say some thing first? Storm, I'm sorry if I startled you in any way. But if you knew what I went through with my father, you would understand my condition more than any thing. I hope that some day you can look beyond of what I was and what I am now...."

[Alexander]

((I thought Noctis would be happy with this post^^ XD))

Alexander who likes to be called Alex for short was a lone in his bed room that night. He did not know that Noctis went out. If he did he would've been glad to drive his young friend around...But it seemed that Noct wanted to be a lone just as he did....Alex sighs as he listens to classical music on his IPod. His ears were plugged up with ear phones....He was writing in his journal. Out of the group of friends that Noct had Alex was the most quiet one....

Alex for one thing had his reasons for being like he was. He had a secret that he was keeping...Well Prince Noctis knew everything. If not for him then Alex would not be a live right now. Alex's live was debted to the young Prince.....Listening to his music he managed to hear Noct's voice and another.....It was definitely female. But by the time Alex poked his head out there was not a soul around....Alex was always alone....He looked down...He was hoping to run into the Prince tonight....To see if Noct had yet found the cure he was looking for...Alex had no idea what was going on in Noctis life now....

Or that Stella was living here now...Alex was against her...Because she tried to kill his best friend once....And Alex was concerned that Noctis went and did some thing stupid tonight....As he decided to go down to the kitchen and investigate what was going on....

"I hope that some day you can look beyond of what I was and what I am now...."

"Noct....Storm....And....Stella?!" Alex missed the last step of the stairs as he came down and tripped off of it....As he jumped back up....And straightened his glasses back up....He looked at his watch...It was time to take his nightly meds....Which he hated well as long as he was here....But he could not do it when all was here with him....Meaning....Stella and Storm....Storm did not know and Alex wanted to keep it that way.....

[Storm Zarxen]

Storm Zarxen

Storm sighed heavily, knowing Noct couldn’t throw her out, yet wishing he hadn’t come back to the house to Stella Nox Fleuret walking around and clinging to his best friend. He was still a little bit in shock, but he was trying not to show it. He hoped Noct would poor the water over him. Then, not only would he come to his senses, but he would have an excuse to run away, saying he had to change his clothes. He glanced at Noct, seeing seem to be frustrated. His shoulders slumped and he laid his shotgun out of the range of getting wet, just waiting, he felt bad that Noct was under the pressure he was. He wanted to tell him sorry for reacting the way he had, but he wasn’t going to in front of Stella, because he would only apologize once he figured out what was going on.

Storm held onto his opinion, though he didn’t say it again…she didn’t belong here! He could tell from the color of Noct’s eyes that he was getting crabby at everyone a little bit. Wrinkling his nose, he would probably getting angry as well, but he couldn’t help his reaction. He had never had to deal with Noct doing anything as crazy as this, and he had liked it that way. He did know however, that if Noct had given his word to Stella, he would not be taking it back. He was not happy with that, but he supposed he should get used to it if she was in fact going to stay. By what she had said, she was going to do exactly that.

Storm watched him pull up a chair, but he really didn’t feel like eating, even though it smelled great. He watched Stella eat, but his mind was somewhere else. He was thinking of the alcohol that was stashed in the fridge, right now he wanted to drink that really bad. Maybe then things would make sense, or he wouldn’t be so shocked. He had almost laughed at the shocked look on Noct’s face at him dragging the bucket up to the table, but remembering where they were, he didn’t. His eyes twinkled a bit, but then remembering Stella, that stopped. He saw the indecision on Noct’s face as he stood staring at him. He was still hoping he would do it, but knowing Noct he wouldn’t.

When he took the bucket, he closed his eyes, waiting for the cold liquid to be poured over his head. When he heard it splash but didn’t feel wetness. Opening his eyes, he sighed as the water went down the drain. The pool…now there was an idea. When the cloth was stuck onto his head, his nose wrinkled and he drew away like a rebellious child. “I’m not sick! Get away from me with that towel you crazy man!” He smirked a bit, forgetting about everything and just being himself around his best friend. He punched him playfully, before pretending to glare at Noct. “And you don’t need to act like my mother, I’m perfectly capable of taking care of myself!” With a nod, he took the bucket and stuffed it back where he had found it. Crossing his arms, he wondered what he should do now.

Storm would have been just fine except that Stella decided to speak to him again. Looking down at her, his eyes lost their twinkle, remembering what was happening. Glancing at her, he didn’t really say that much. Nodding politely, he didn’t know what to say. How bad could it be if your parents were rich and could give you everything? Her father was a powerful man, he could do anything for her, give her anything. She was rich, how bad could that be? Storm had never had rich parent’s, so he didn’t know what it was like, it couldn’t be as bad though, could it? At least her dad was alive, more then he could say. His face probably showed most of this shock and thoughts, but he couldn’t help the thoughts. His arms crossed, he looked at her as she spoke. What did she have to do for her father? They were very rich, what would she have to do? Sighing, he raised his eyebrow, not sure how to respond. He didn’t want to be rude, but at the same time…nodding to show her he respected that she had spoken before rubbing the back of his neck, which he only did when he was in an awkward situation or embarrassed.

“Uh…yeah…I’m sure I would understand…” He was going to stutter again, and tried to stop himself. As Noct asked him the question, and sighing, he muttered as he looked over his shoulder into the fridge. “I was looking for some sanity…doesn’t look like I’ll find that…” Wishing Noct had indeed poured that water over his head, he messed up his hair by rubbing his hand in his hair again. He was hungry, but he didn’t really feel like eating. His stomach rumbling helped him decide to get something to eat. Grabbing an apple, he was about to bite into it when suddenly he heard another voice.

Turning his head, he saw Alex trip in surprise as he walked into the kitchen. He saw the look of surprise as he jumped up and straitened his glasses. Once he had walked into him in the kitchen taking some sort of pills, but he hadn’t told him what they were. Storm hadn’t pried; he had just figured it was just vitamins or something, maybe a supplement for his eyes? He bit into the apple waiting for Alex to burst out with something, maybe stutter, but Alex wasn’t like that. He was the super smart one of their group, always looking for an answer and using his brain. Storm was the joking, optimistic happy one, but right now, he didn’t feel like that at all. He didn’t feel like being his normal self at the moment, he felt like throwing a fit that she was here, and telling Noct is was the worst idea in the world to have her live with them. Maybe Alex would back him up on that part, he probably wouldn’t agree with Stella being there either…

“Hey Alex…” He spoke slowly to his friend, his shoulders lifted in a shrug, telling him he didn’t really know what was going on either. They knew each other well, although he was closer with Noct…but as always there were things they didn’t know about each other…though it wasn’t much. Storm sometimes thought Alex might be hiding something from him, but maybe it was just because Alex was so serious and quiet…

[Noctis Lucis Caelum]

Tales could be told from the colours of his moods. Rainbow shades brushed his hair and eyes with the emotion he kept inside, trying so hard to hide. An unknown colour wheel victimised him to take charge of what was next that he could feel because he was conscious that other's could read him with every swift change.
The definition of this made him no less idiosyncratic than he could be without it all along; his feelings were influenced and influential, something as unfortunate as the fact he tried to defy the nature of his being in attempt to prevent others from seeing his true self.

Into the light, he gazed in search for a container that contained something capable of bribing his best friend back to comfort. The instant had passed but he could see Storm's laid back charisma fervently repressed even when he had placed the towel on his forehead; the smirk hadn't been enough to cover Noctis from the sarcasm that was well put. They were all looking for sanity, and in this household, who had it? His eyes lowered and darted to scan the contents of the fridge he held onto; there was the packed supper which had been left for someone, but, he didn't know which sealed preserve was the magical cake.

Something tasty enough to banish the grouch in anyone, the cake had been purchased only yesterday and he wondered if it was a foreshadowing. He was doing a motherly act the taking care part of things, was true to what he had to do, the notion shook his vision in a need to roll his eyes; the fake glare he'd been given earlier was framed in black in his head as he pressed his eyelids together to stop himself from the swiveling mood swings. He was happy there were traces of normality and yet something was still amiss; he could not watch time and rush it, it gave him a minor headache.
Noctis had been infuriated, saddened, disappointed, surprised, disturbed and over run with emotional descriptions to the point he didn't know if he even reacted as a human anymore; he sensed an imprisonment from being particularly any one of those feelings and had to remain nowhere.

There, the stuttering had amused him too because he was sure Storm tried to play his part as his joined host but had too much to live down from his previous outcries, to be any less comical than he was born to be. It was Stella that earned a grateful faint from his creased, serious expression; she was being herself again, the one who led him by her confidence and versatility to behave according to the situation's demand. What she said, he admired for what she had lived through; it was almost beautiful and music to his ears but he could not allow himself to purely find passion on her side because Storm was still correct.
The word love, from her mouth, in a pitch only an electric guitar could decibel, dragged itself in his mind as anything relative to love would. He wanted to add to her introduction but needed much longer than she did to reclaim a decision that had slipped like the water she drank and the smile that she had put on.

The soft buzzing of the refrigerator blocked out the steps he should've heard coming towards the kitchen and pantry. It's door swung as if it was about to reach a close but the suction never connected as his hand held onto it, retracting to pull out dark silver box. That, was the cake and likewise had it been a sandwich, he'd have thrown it at Storm to get his attention because the man was folding his arms and standing there, a statue in his own contemplations which was really Noctis' job.

Placing it carefully on the table in front of the pulled out chair he had drawn for Storm to direct him to sit, he went round and took a knife and fork then held it out to his friend to awaken him. He set the cutlery down, not next to the box but where he was closest to the table, putting both hands in support along the edge of it to look aside. There was little improvement and he rehearsed something Stella would have said with the intention of shoving off this weight upon them. Noctis was a pocket creature, he had very different choices in what he did and twisted between being off guard and on guard, he was peeping into dark or light dominion in order to instigate anything he needed to and he opened his mouth, glancing up as his head had bowed for half a second. Stella's face was across, to his left was Storm and he tried to smile at both or neither.

Throughout, he had not uttered a word; it was like he had lost momentum to command anything and couldn't speak or say the right things, even politeness and courtesy he usually upheld wasn't making the cut. It was about time, he announced something though and he took his hands off the table, about to address Storm then Stella when a name piped everything he could structure over a broken bridge.
Alex was home... He had overlooked many things, and now stared at a grandfather's clock in a shadowed corner ticking; Noctis' eyes turned golden blue, almost turquoise and looked over his shoulder at a snail's pace.

"Alex..."
He couldn't look at Alex just yet, after a few blinks, he backed from the table and maneuvered so his back wasn't facing his bespectacled friend. There was a secret summoned him here, Noctis was pained to know; the locks on his woes chained his troubles as heavy as his throne was to him. Storm sure was normal about him making an entrance but Noctis was going to hear it from Alex, the main brain who wasn't going to like this new logical he'd brought up with Stella.
"...please."
The please referred to his welcome, no matter how corrupted this picture looked to the man, he was going to have to come forward and face it if he wanted to know what the three were up to. He glanced at the clock once more then skim read Alex's composed face, knowing their presence caused an issue with the medication he needed to take; it prompted him to accelerate amendments for the situation and concise an explanation of his disquiet.
The throbbing that ran around his temple dispersed, a headache that it was, it was the last thing he wouldn't fight off; Alex was the wise and sensible one of his friends and he knew he was going to need to talk more steadfastly than he would with Storm."We'll be done shortly... pay no mind to what you might be shocked by... Stella is my guest... I... am sorry."

( hahah I am! )

[Stella Nox Fleuret]

Stella remained silent through all of this. She knew when it was not her time to speak. She was a lady after all. She nearly nodded at Storms response as to what she said earlier. Clinging her fingers around the wine glass again and took another sip of the wine. She was getting back to her better self. Feeling more and more relaxed now, Stella looked up at Noctis as he talked with Storm. She noticed too the eye color change in Noctis eyes. But said nothing yet again. She was even more quiet when yet another one of Noctis's friends showed up in the kitchen....

She could hear the rain splatter on the large windows behind them. She was thankful that she had a place to stay. Especially on a night light this. She knew that it was coincidence that she ran into Noctis tonight. But she was glad she had. Still none of his friends knew the whole reason why she was here....But even if they were told would they believe it? "Probably not" She said that in her mind....It still worried her though....Why did Noctis rescue her tonight? She still had a lot of questions to ask. But couldn't right now....As she saw Alex come in....He looked vexed....Stella just sighed as she looked down at her lap.....And let her blond hair cast donw over her shoulders.....

[Alexander]

“Hey Alex…” "Alex..." "...please.""Hey Storm and Noctis...And....Stella...." He actually lost for words when it came to her. He might have the brains of the bunch but he was dumb struck as he eyed her....What the hell was Noctis thinking? Had he lost his marbles or some thing? It appeared that way. But Alex was not in the mood to start a whose right whose wrong fight with his friends right now. Not the way he was feeling....

Alex simply took a seat far from the others on the other side of the table. He gazed up at Noctis....And just glanced for a moment so his friend would know.....But it seemed that Noctis already knew why he was here. Alex just didn't want to take his meds when Strom was sitting right across from him actually. "Um Noct can I ask you some thing....In private?" He asked as he started to get up as soon as he sat down and headed for the hall way.....

[Storm Zarxen]

Storm Zarxen


Storm’s gaze was on Noct as he slowly chewed the apple that he had in his mouth. He smiled a little bit when he kept seeing his hair and eyes change. Noct couldn’t hide his different emotions that well because whatever he was feeling, happiness, depression, annoyance, it showed up in his hair and eyes. For the most part it was nice to be able to tell what his emotions where. (LOL!! Magical cake! xD) Storm suddenly remembered the cake that had been in the fridge. Looking down at his apple, he grumbled a bit. “Damn I forgot about the cake!” Eyeing the inside of the refrigerator, he sighed and took another bite of his apple. He saw Noct close his eyes and sigh softly. Raising his eyebrows, he munched on his bite softly, while watching. “Hey…you alright man?”

He scowled at himself, that was probably the stupidest question ever for this situation, of course he wasn’t alright! Shrugging, he met his eye and slanted his eyes a bit, he had no idea how Noct would answer. Would he explode and tell him that he was the reason he was stressed? Storm knew it probably was, since he had reacted poorly, but he was here for Noct now, he really cared what his best friend was feeling. He expected him to snap at him though, not that he thought that was Noct’s nature, but most people would just snap at him for what he had reacted like.

He waited for it, and then looked at Noct’s eyes again. When they were alone…things would go smoother. He caught himself in his deep thinking, and snapped himself out of it, shaking his head and eying the silver box that Noct pulled out of the fridge. He grinned a little bit, that was the cake! He smirked a bit when he looked at the cake, suddenly he wanted that more then the healthy fruit he had in his hand. Yet, the hard crunch of the apple as he ate helped him to think, so maybe Cake wasn’t the best option? Yet, he wanted the cake! He started to follow Noct when he walked to the table and placed the cake down. Storm stopped and remembered to get a smaller plate, then went to the table. Taking the fork and knife from Noct, he opened the box of cake and looked at it. It looked great, so he tried to decide which piece he wanted.

It was as quiet as a church, no one had said anything in the longest time. He cleared his throat, wanting to break the silence. He heard Noct speak to Alex as well, he seemed less relaxed again. When Alex asked to be alone with Noct, Storm’s eyes got wide. He would have asked that except that it would have been rude since they would have been away all night talking about what the heck was going on. Alex now just asked to be alone, and Storm realized that would mean he would be alone with Stella Nox Flueret. He looked at Noct with huge eyes, trying to have him not make him be alone with her, but he knew it wouldn’t work. “Your gonna…lea…don’t…” He stumbled on words, wishing to beg them not to leave him alone with Stella, but not able to out of pride.

Would Noct go with Alex..? Probably, not that he minded, he just didn’t know what to do while being alone with Stella. It was awkward enough….this would kill him. He thought about running like the devil out of the kitchen up to his room. Grabbing the shotgun, he drug it over to the table and leaned it against his chair. He stood there, looking down at the cake box and slowly put a piece on his plate. His eyes watched Stella even though it didn’t seem like he was. She seemed so sad when she saw Alex angry as well. He felt bad for how he had acted, over reacting, but he couldn’t help it. It was just natural that he had reacted like he had…right? He wasn’t sure, but he couldn’t help the way he felt. He closed his eyes and took a deep breathe while waiting for Noct and Alex to leave. The silence around the room was….disturbing. He hated the silence while he waited for them to leave…what would he say to Stella? He probably owed her an apology…but he wasn’t sure if he could apologize to her yet…he was still a bit shaken up!

[Noctis Lucis Caelum]

Actually, there was the bright idea of telling both his friends the whole truth and nothing but the truth about what had happened earlier that night.
He wasn't alright, any one of them could tell despite the efforts of hiding some parts of that from Stella, which he'd been so desperate to put in. Storm's words had awakened him as though he'd been chucked a corkscrew to his head; there came that fleeting understanding, his bright ideas lit up like bulbs in his head and overheated one too many times to be considered bright intellectually.
It wasn't to say his friends would doubt his word nor express disbelief; everything just had more to it and he'd just fallen to the second stage of his rationalising which meant he was too disturbed by his indecision to even mention anything of the point.

The absurdity of being alright had made him that much better though, including distracting the headache so he could fight it off after all. It made no sense the wonders of what Storm possessed in his charisma that could adjust and tune Noctis' own senses and attitude.
If anyone needed another, it was himself. He, who needed them all more than anyone, was yet to dislike loneliness.
Chuckling with an exhaled breath, he saw to managing something more human to acknowledge Storm's worry of being left alone with a stranger. There was a look that asked if Storm would be alright but it was merely a pose to fit the comic friendship between them. Flickering the same attention to Stella when she didn't gaze up to see him, it was purely concerning and self- defeating.

Brushing past Storm was not as easy as per usual, he had much to say and nothing at all at the same time... so pausing, he muttered quietly whatever came through. "Don't... make her pour water on you or something like that..." Noctis was dissatisfied with jokes alone in this type of suspense; they were rare to come by and no amount of mental scolding would prevent him from feeling this way in spite of his heartfelt apology.
Right then, he wanted to patronise Storm as much as he could after the sentence but resisted, thinking of how he ought to curse missing out a moment like this where his friend would find it all too out of the blue to react on time. It was always, and always was used quite prominently in his assertive memories, that Storm turned things around to mock him as the patronising one, be it headlocks or other surprises; it was what fate had in store for him with his best friend and his words hid the desire for everyone of them to make peace.

From the day they met, Storm was sworn to dislike Stella by his pledged allegiance to Noctis and now the traitor was the one who had been pledged to, his inner mind scoffed at the weaker side of him; what he had done and all the unexplained events had made him more of a prince than of the soldier he had been, in a split second.
He had irrevocably done something by his own judgment, no order and been entirely selfish to the rest of his world for someone he cared about. Admitting he cared about her was going to be a bridge to hell, he still wavered on hypotheticals and always felt icicles smash down on him every time he considered it; he was just so afraid of what he'd never felt or thought possible to feel, did he even know what he felt or what to feel?!
It would take an entire tank of oxygen to finish speaking of his problem but one thing was for sure in the latter: he didn't want to be spineless at the end of the day. That was similar to being rendered immobile. The rest was like some epic myth; stories of old that forces joining for either the greater good or doom.

Over the threshold, he crisply followed Alex.
That silence, always existed in this house and true to form, this place had been so much of a sanctuary; he had to forget that it was a cathedral like fort.
The vortex of colours in his eyes stopped melting into each other; they could've been all the shades in the world and he would hate it like he did many things. One of those was how the faces of the angels down the great hall seemed to loom over him with foreshadowing, and those sculptures outside teared from the rain.
Having to go with Alex was not really a choice. Someday when everyone's secrets were revealed to each other to truly share their brotherhood, it wouldn't be this way... so he guessed.

When his boot clanked over a large marble tile that went beyond a square pattern in the kitchen area, he waved a dismissive hand back to Storm as he habitually did in his performance to be 'cooler than thou'. " It'll be a minute... "
So many words could come naturally; a hypocrite because he hadn't wanted Storm to leave him in a hurry either, but that had been for a different reason he assumed. Noctis never turned around to catch his friend's eye but his behaviour was something he knew those around him had come to understand.

Stella's sigh should've frozen him.
Especially when he saw her forlorn face and hair drooping to cover it, he was tempted to be of a comforting persona; he simply had no experience to do it correctly and handed it over to Storm without directly suggesting anything.
His leaving was one of the worst choices he could make but he just floated like the shadow he wanted to be down the hallway for a few invisible paces; it was the right thing to do.
That was like heaven's request for bonding time between those two and his share of a breather though it was going to be something weighted that Alex wanted to discuss. He'd still escaped an anvil of a cloud they'd been under when all four had sat in the room in awkward silence; smiling to himself of relief in the candlelight, he was glad his head was back on his shoulders.

Or was it just that he'd stayed up too much longer than he should? Such contradictions were popular within. The enigma's head tilted as he faced Alex and the pupil glanced slowly towards the corner of their slits towards the illuminated room he had just left. It wasn't common for him to be hopeful but whatever that was coming his way from Alex, he was suddenly ready for it and he had to be happy about that.
Swishing his hair in a quick jerk, he cleared the irritating strands of hair that framed his face; it stopped him thinking about the situation in the room and made him focus on the current issue. Taking things at a time was shockingly not him, so maybe he had really exhausted himself to obliterating his own personality. "What is it...?"
Three more questions lined up after but he wasn't going to ask them; it all depended on what Alex's response was first.
" If it's about that... I know he doesn't know yet..."

The medication was implied... but he was not certain of what went on in Alex's head; he never could read his friend except the trust and loyalty in his character. He knew he had changed much of his method to deal with things within this short time span but it was a sacrifice he wanted to test out; Noctis' heart had beat steadily then dropped again, plummeting him into an abyss when Alex sat down then got up. It was symbolic, if he were to be presently any more anxious than the three put together, which he could be famed for being, the nights would wear out even in eternal darkness.

[Stella Nox Fleuret]

"Hey Storm and Noctis...And....Stella...."

"Um Noct can I ask you some thing....In private?"

“Damn I forgot about the cake!” “Hey…you alright man?” “Your gonna…lea…don’t…”

Stella looked down....She was expected to see Noctis's friend react this way....She felt all of a sudden unwanted....And the guy with the glasses was no help....When he asked Noctis to speak in private Stella just had a memory flash back from seeing the glasses guy that night when she was going to fight Noctis.....

~~~~~MEMORY~~~~~((I'm gonna use Alex in the memory^^))

Stella was half freezing....She was observing a battle scene....Where over 50 soldiers were laying on the streets dead! Blood was every where.....A car pulled up to the scene in a skid! And Alex got out! He was all alone! The Prince was on the other side of the city fighting....All Alex could do was stare at Stella.....He saw the hatred in her eyes....She was a totally different person in this time....She grabbed her weapon ready to fight Alex! As soon as she did that he drew his gun quickly and pointed it to her face.....And cocked the gun....."Are you going to kill me Alex....? You're only sister....." Alex scoffed at her remark....."Y...You still think I'm your brother?! You make me sick!!" Alex spatted out! Stella advanced slowly to him.....
"You are my brother....Rather you believe it or not.....He wasn't your real father!! You even look like Daddy! Come on believe me!!" Stella saw that he was not buying any of it....
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Stella sighed as the memory ended.....Her own brother the only one she ever had....Hated her....Didn't believe her....She was distracted from that memory to care what the others were thinking.....