noct you remember i come from some time in the nearby future from your own point in our ~timeline~ the chancellor is not a good man i get what you mean with not riling him up but i just reacted okay
it's better if he keeps thinking you think of him as a harmless guy with an unfunny sense of humor and shitty taste in cars
[ Noctis actually has to reread that message once, twice, three times to make sure he's not missing something here. ]
What??
Are you serious? Pretend you're me, how am I supposed to feel rn? ofc I'm gonna think something happened with you if you say it like that, if I make it my mission then that's my choice, Prompto
[he hates the turn of tone their conversation has taken. prompto wonders if he should keep answering at all, but he can't do this to noctis. it's like he's on the verge of doing or saying something really stupid and fucking everything up. there's just so many webs he can twist before his lies start to become so transparent and obvious.]
how do you think i feel??
[he sends that without really meaning to, but now it's there.]
nvm just i punched him and he punched me back but that's to be expected
[ His head's pounding, stress starting to mount again along with a temper he normally reserves primarily for Gladio and only occasionally for Ignis. But Prompto? Almost never. ]
So tell me! Ofc I wanna know how you feel but you aren't telling me stuff, even from when you first showed up. What's going on?
No don't do this again, don't just change the subject and ignore me
you wanna tell me that I apparently attacked you and that's cool but all the other shit I'm gonna go through is too much for me? After all the shit we've been through already?
[ It's not a fair blow and he knows that, but what part of this situation is fair? ]
You're making decisions about my life for me now too? Prompto I can't handle any of this shit if I don't even get to know what it is, this is my life
[he actually has to stop, out in the streets, in this city with bright colors and unfamiliar paths.]
[there's something so gut wrenching about what he thinks of typing up and sending; forehead pressed against the wall of the alley he's found refuge in, waiting for a response. this isn't fair--this isn't what he wants.]
there's..not going to be a best friend if i tell you
[ Reading that? Is like a slap in the face. It instills dread, anger, worry, and sadness in some confusing whorl that sinks deep into his core and for a moment he has no idea what to say. What has Prompto done? What has he done? Does Prompto seriously think that he would abandon him, no matter what it was? What the hell are the implications of that, on top of everything else? How much is he suffering with this? ]
[gods, this is so... shitty. prompto's gonna panic all the way until he gets brave enough to push his heavy feet into the safehouse.]
[by the time he does, it'll be pretty late -- into the wee hours of the morning, and when the city that doesn't sleep seems to take a lull in its many activities. prompto decidedly doesn't want to have this talk, but noctis's pleas to stop running away from him (please) and connor's not to subtle threat/encouragement is the only thing running in his veins from keeping him frozen solid far away from his best friend.]
[and so prompto walks in, quietly, and looks around the safehouse. most everyone is asleep--the place settled down--and it takes little to find noctis and ignis. the both of them are at a corner, having taken a few of the beds as their own; but although the older man sleeps off whatever drugs are in his system, noctis sits and appears alert. it's so strange to see it happen... and prompto wonders if he's using his own power to keep himself awake.]
[...prompto takes a seat on one of the beds, across from the two, and keeps quiet for a hot minute before looking up.]
Sorry, I --
[almost pussied out?]
[he sighs and looks down again, a bruise on his cheek blooming from where ardyn retaliated his punch; the shape of a hand closing in around his neck, too.]
Has he been sleeping a while?
[keeping his voice down, he ventures to ask about ignis. it brings him relief to see his face, unmarred, his chest rising in show of deep sleep.]
[ His eyes are wholly fixed on Ignis just as they have been for the past half an hour, taking the time to see to it that he was at least fed and given water before Noctis had aided in his loss of consciousness. A careful touch to his forehead, an application of his power, and his already tapped-out adviser was quick to succumb to his own need for rest.
Which leaves Noctis to think.
Think about his talk with Prompto, think about what new burdens Ardyn had placed upon him, think about everything. How they're trapped here. What they've been through back home. What he's done, what he should do -- the importance of being a friend and a brother, the importance of being a leader and a ruler. But... he's still missing pieces of the puzzle, and the person who holds at least a few of them walks in with his head down. Noctis knows he's not much more eager for this than he is. ]
Yeah. He won't get up any time soon. [ His voice sounds tired in a way that isn't physical, but even a second after Prompto sits he's standing. ]
We should leave him to it, still. [ Eyes narrow as he hones in on the bruises, swallowing thickly. ] ... okay?
[he says, eyes still fixed on ignis's face. it's -- so strange. like being displaced. a different reality versus his own. he wonders if they're all from different parallel worlds, or if it doesn't work like that? the physics and laws of this universe are so beyond his understanding, and he's starting to wonder if the astrals can hear their prayers at all.]
[it takes him a moment, though, before he's standing, too, helping himself up by putting hands to his knees and pushing.]
I found the fire escape to the supermarket. Wanna head up there?
[reminiscent, perhaps, of a conversation they had what feels ages ago, atop a motel on the side of the road.]
[ It's hard for his own eyes to leave Ignis, as hard as it is for them to leave Prompto once they change their focus. His concern's obvious for both of them in spite of worse experiences together, well aware that Ignis has suffered more debilitating poisons or fits of confusion and Prompto has gotten more serious bruises. Even still, it's hard to shake right now. ]
Ah... yeah, sounds good. [ So he trails after him as Prompto leads the way, navigating the hallways, rooms, and a short stairwell in silence that doesn't suit them. It's only when they hit muggy, hot air that he's willing to speak up. ]
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Prompto what are you talking about?
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noct you remember i come from some time in the nearby future from your own point in our ~timeline~
the chancellor is not a good man
i get what you mean with not riling him up but i just reacted okay
it's better if he keeps thinking you think of him as a harmless guy with an unfunny sense of humor and shitty taste in cars
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idk you get what I mean, right?
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he's hurt people
[don't ask him to say everything in detail]
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[at least he can say that the he has...because of the punch and strangling attempt?]
however i answer this you're gonna make it your mission to do sth about it
don't trust him or the things he says
that's all i'm saying
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What??
Are you serious? Pretend you're me, how am I supposed to feel rn? ofc I'm gonna think something happened with you if you say it like that, if I make it my mission then that's my choice, Prompto
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how do you think i feel??
[he sends that without really meaning to, but now it's there.]
nvm
just
i punched him and he punched me back but that's to be expected
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So tell me! Ofc I wanna know how you feel but you aren't telling me stuff, even from when you first showed up. What's going on?
No don't do this again, don't just change the subject and ignore me
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[sorry, buddy]
shit
do you think i like keeping all this from you?
i just can't do it
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you wanna tell me that I apparently attacked you and that's cool but all the other shit I'm gonna go through is too much for me? After all the shit we've been through already?
[ It's not a fair blow and he knows that, but what part of this situation is fair? ]
You're making decisions about my life for me now too? Prompto I can't handle any of this shit if I don't even get to know what it is, this is my life
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you haven't experienced it and neither has ignis from what it sounds like
there's no reason why you should worry about it
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[there's something so gut wrenching about what he thinks of typing up and sending; forehead pressed against the wall of the alley he's found refuge in, waiting for a response. this isn't fair--this isn't what he wants.]
there's..not going to be a best friend if i tell you
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Can we do this face to face
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but ignis
i have to
i should probably help the other people out
the new ones you know
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Please stop running away from me.
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sorry wh
where
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just..checking
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We can talk then.
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see ya later
[gods, this is so... shitty. prompto's gonna panic all the way until he gets brave enough to push his heavy feet into the safehouse.]
[by the time he does, it'll be pretty late -- into the wee hours of the morning, and when the city that doesn't sleep seems to take a lull in its many activities. prompto decidedly doesn't want to have this talk, but noctis's pleas to stop running away from him (please) and connor's not to subtle threat/encouragement is the only thing running in his veins from keeping him frozen solid far away from his best friend.]
[and so prompto walks in, quietly, and looks around the safehouse. most everyone is asleep--the place settled down--and it takes little to find noctis and ignis. the both of them are at a corner, having taken a few of the beds as their own; but although the older man sleeps off whatever drugs are in his system, noctis sits and appears alert. it's so strange to see it happen... and prompto wonders if he's using his own power to keep himself awake.]
[...prompto takes a seat on one of the beds, across from the two, and keeps quiet for a hot minute before looking up.]
Sorry, I --
[almost pussied out?]
[he sighs and looks down again, a bruise on his cheek blooming from where ardyn retaliated his punch; the shape of a hand closing in around his neck, too.]
Has he been sleeping a while?
[keeping his voice down, he ventures to ask about ignis. it brings him relief to see his face, unmarred, his chest rising in show of deep sleep.]
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Which leaves Noctis to think.
Think about his talk with Prompto, think about what new burdens Ardyn had placed upon him, think about everything. How they're trapped here. What they've been through back home. What he's done, what he should do -- the importance of being a friend and a brother, the importance of being a leader and a ruler. But... he's still missing pieces of the puzzle, and the person who holds at least a few of them walks in with his head down. Noctis knows he's not much more eager for this than he is. ]
Yeah. He won't get up any time soon. [ His voice sounds tired in a way that isn't physical, but even a second after Prompto sits he's standing. ]
We should leave him to it, still. [ Eyes narrow as he hones in on the bruises, swallowing thickly. ] ... okay?
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[he says, eyes still fixed on ignis's face. it's -- so strange. like being displaced. a different reality versus his own. he wonders if they're all from different parallel worlds, or if it doesn't work like that? the physics and laws of this universe are so beyond his understanding, and he's starting to wonder if the astrals can hear their prayers at all.]
[it takes him a moment, though, before he's standing, too, helping himself up by putting hands to his knees and pushing.]
I found the fire escape to the supermarket. Wanna head up there?
[reminiscent, perhaps, of a conversation they had what feels ages ago, atop a motel on the side of the road.]
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Ah... yeah, sounds good. [ So he trails after him as Prompto leads the way, navigating the hallways, rooms, and a short stairwell in silence that doesn't suit them. It's only when they hit muggy, hot air that he's willing to speak up. ]
... how much don't I know that you do?
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CXfHooTIReM
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how about: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5uiupfxPvZY
a million years later
at least it wasn't ten
that's all we can hope for
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