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Crystalline Chill
Who: Residents of house C-01 and friends!
When: All throughout May, see prompts and individual threads
Where: House C-01
What: Monthly catchall for the XV House shenanigans
Warnings/Notes: There's likely going to be spoilers for Kingsglaive and the main game up to Chapter 13 somewhere in the comments.
A. Sometimes you just want to ride...
Late in the morning of the 1st, there is a low purring sound of an engine going down the street. One that wasn't accustomed to travel aside by foot or chocobo claw. Yet, somehow, a certain man manages not to clip a single thing. And it sits there, in front of House C-01, black, shiny, and very much a wonder to a few moogles. Especially since the convertible's roof is airship-grade plexiglass.
B. [Insert "I'll Make A Man Out Of You" joke here]
There was one upside to living with the once-deceased leader of the Crownsguard, and that was one didn't have to go far for a training enthusiast. There was also one downside to this: not having to go far for a training enthusiast. It's the crack of dawn when the nice little symphony of insects and kwehs get interrupted by the sounds of wooden weapons clashing and spells being practiced.
Rest in pieces, light sleepers. They apologize in advance.
C. That's it!
Of course, no one can train or go through the day on no fuel. And one person in particular has taken upon himself to at least ensure a few others can eventually cook eggs without burning them. The real question is: Will Ignis come up with a new recipeh involving that jar of kupo nut butter?
D. I want to ride my chocobo all day~
If anyone is surprised at the fact that there are two or three (depending on the date because Chocobo Eater event) lovely birds, then they clearly don't understand at least 50% of the household's love for the magnificent creatures. The black one in particular seems to be particularly happy with their nice little stack of shiny objects...
There may or may not be a pair of glasses on the top of that pile. Sorry, Specs.
E. Hold my Ebony
(Feel free to come up with your own prompts, guys; these aren't the limits to our zaniness.)
When: All throughout May, see prompts and individual threads
Where: House C-01
What: Monthly catchall for the XV House shenanigans
Warnings/Notes: There's likely going to be spoilers for Kingsglaive and the main game up to Chapter 13 somewhere in the comments.
A. Sometimes you just want to ride...
Late in the morning of the 1st, there is a low purring sound of an engine going down the street. One that wasn't accustomed to travel aside by foot or chocobo claw. Yet, somehow, a certain man manages not to clip a single thing. And it sits there, in front of House C-01, black, shiny, and very much a wonder to a few moogles. Especially since the convertible's roof is airship-grade plexiglass.
B. [Insert "I'll Make A Man Out Of You" joke here]
There was one upside to living with the once-deceased leader of the Crownsguard, and that was one didn't have to go far for a training enthusiast. There was also one downside to this: not having to go far for a training enthusiast. It's the crack of dawn when the nice little symphony of insects and kwehs get interrupted by the sounds of wooden weapons clashing and spells being practiced.
Rest in pieces, light sleepers. They apologize in advance.
C. That's it!
Of course, no one can train or go through the day on no fuel. And one person in particular has taken upon himself to at least ensure a few others can eventually cook eggs without burning them. The real question is: Will Ignis come up with a new recipeh involving that jar of kupo nut butter?
D. I want to ride my chocobo all day~
If anyone is surprised at the fact that there are two or three (depending on the date because Chocobo Eater event) lovely birds, then they clearly don't understand at least 50% of the household's love for the magnificent creatures. The black one in particular seems to be particularly happy with their nice little stack of shiny objects...
There may or may not be a pair of glasses on the top of that pile. Sorry, Specs.
E. Hold my Ebony
(Feel free to come up with your own prompts, guys; these aren't the limits to our zaniness.)
So very fine...for I won't be afraid....
Normally, he would've laughed, joked about Noct's poor balance and the fact that his friend who was smaller than him, slightly, had been able to take down the prince. It would've been a huge joke.
At the moment however his heart was heavy and he couldn't see the humour in it.
Prompto's hands linked around Noct's middle, squeezing him.
The only answer he got for his question was a muffled sniffle against his back. This conversation wasn't going to go well if he burst into tears at the mere thought of it, but that was exactly how he was feeling.
Along with the sniffle, came shuddering breaths and a trembling lip. It would be better for Noctis not to look.
just as long... as you stand...
Noct tried to at least turn around, but he's currently pinned under his best friend who is a bit heavier than he thought. Not because he gained weight or anything, but more that he... well, is not so physically strong with this asterisk. It drives him nuts, but all the same...
"Prompto... What's up?" He asks gentler. "What's wrong?"
stand by me.
He sucked in a trembling breath and let go, moving off of Noct to sit on the ground beside him instead.
"I...sorry...I just-"
His voice was breaking again already, this was not talking about it. They needed to talk about it and he needed to be able to form words.
Maybe he should have waited until he'd processed it further.
He pressed the heels of his palms into his eyes, to quell the burning.
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Something else was obviously eating at his friend. Something that moved him to tears and unable to make witty comments about their position moments earlier. What...?
He turned to face him, and he instantly regretted it. Yet he would not look away. Not this time. Instead, he reached out with a hand, trying to offer some form of comfort.
"Hey." He shook his head. "Forget about it." No harm, no foul. He's more worried about him. "Talk to me, Prompto."
Because it hurts to see his mess of hangups of a bestie be even more of a mess than usual.
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Comedy gold mine right there, but he wasn't able to handle it just at the moment.
"Yeah."
Again, one word, barely anything and just a mess was a good way to describe him. He didn't know what to do to fix that or how to make himself more articulate. He was never very good with stress.
"I...you..."
He was trying, the words just weren't coming and partly he looked like a fish out of water, mouth opening and closing before him.
"Noct d-do you-" He swallowed and curled in on himself more. He needed to spit it out, it wasn't going to make any sense.
"Know the future?"
Finally.
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That's small potatoes to him though, compared to what was going on in Prompto's head. He wanted to tell him to take it slow, try to take it one word at the time. He scoots closer, abandoning his slate on the floor- completely forgotten as his friend stammers. Trying to get something out that is eating him up inside.
And then he spits it out, and it all comes back to him at once. The Crystal, Ardyn's claims, and finally, Bahamut's Revelation. His eyes widen at first, because how did Prompto find out? He hasn't told a soul, not even Clarus - the person who knew him the longest of anyone here on this gods-forsaken planet. Or Ignis, who's known him since before he can clearly remember. He couldn't, and yet... Here he was, being confronted about it by someone he both dreaded ever telling because he knew how well he'd take it, and regretted not telling him himself.
He pursed his lips, his eyebrows knitting together as his eyes start to squint closed as his gaze fell. Glancing away and to the hand that rested against the floor with that black ring still resting on his finger. His own breath hitching as it all came tumbling down.
All told, it was only about five seconds, and yet it felt so much longer.
"Yeah," he confirmed, feeling his throat dry up despite it feeling like something was caught there. "I know it, alright." How could he not, with how those deep blue eyes had bore right through him as he struggled to so much as come to terms what he was being told.
He still hadn't, and now he couldn't even look Prompto in the eye. Doing so would get him started.
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Noctis knew. Noctis hadn't told him.
He could guess why, and mainly it had to do with the fact he was sitting on the floor falling to pieces over the fact that his best friend was going to die and leave him and the loss that they prayed was temporary would be, but the next loss would be anything but.
He choked back a sob, and peered around his hands at Noct, he looked sad, or disappointed. Some combination of the two. He hadn't wanted Prompto to know, but wasn't he going to find out in the end?
He offered him a mournful expression instead of words because he didn't have them.
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"I'm sorry," he choked out, tears starting to sting in his eyes. "Should have told you, but..." He chuckled, bitterly. As though it were another slap in the face by fate itself instead of a friend hoping and praying that they were wrong. That he wouldn't have to- "Bahamut told me, just before I woke up on that ship."
He feels like shit, for multiple reasons. But he doesn't move, only pulling his knees into his chest as he looked up and saw Prompto's face. Tried to blink back his own tears, but instead buried his face in his knees and arms as he failed to do so.
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Prompto didn't know what he could say to make things sound better. To make things even slightly easier on either of them because how could he? What could he do with a prophecy that just made him angry at the Astrals.
The Astrals - he'd never been raised to believe them, of course, no one had raised him one way or another, but because he'd met some of them he had to. This was a shitty deal and they were terrible. He wanted to scream every blasephemous curse word that he could think of, but that also wouldn't solve anything.
Why was it there were no solutions?
"Yeah." Prompto choked out. Noct should have told him. He should have warned him but he also understood because how could he say something to that effect? How do you walk up to someone and say you're going to die?
He was only twenty. It was so very cruel and unfair.
"Noct I-" He wasn't ready for this. He wasn't ready to face the prospect of waking up without Noctis in his life and knowing, knowing that when he returns and they wait, that when Noct comes back it will be the end. It will be over.
The thought made him nauseous, a nausea that would carry him through however long it was going to take to wrap up his life, as though it were a package.
"Is there really no way to stop this? I'm not ready for this." His voice cracked. "You're not ready for this!"
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It wasn't fair. All he wanted was to be a good king to his people, make their world a better place. At least he got the last one. Just not the way he wished.
He bit his lower lip, shaking his head. No, he wasn't ready, either. "I don't know. Doubt they'd tell me even if there was." They wanted this to end their way, no matter what it cost the mortals who did what they should have ages ago before it became this bad. "Didn't- get to ask... before He let go."
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He uncurled himself slightly and shuffled on the ground so he could wrap his arms around Noctis, as long as he let him do that, and he choked in another sob. He couldn't keep losing it.
"I'm-" He was sorry there was nothing he could do. "I don't want you to go."
That was the most selfish, immature thing he'd said, and he knew it. Prompto sucked in a breath. "N-No, I mean-" He swallowed. "I mean I'm sorry. Just. I...don't want you to think any of us want you to go."
Was that any better? Hopefully it was because he felt like that bereft teenager he was before he met Noct. He didn't know what he would do without him.
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He didn't care if it was selfish right now. Didn't care that it felt like those words were like a hot dagger stabbing him in the heart. Because he didn't want to go, either. "Prompto, I-" he choked, wanting to reassure him, yet all the same... "I know."
How much should he say, in a world where it can't be altered?
"I- have to be at the throne," he informs Prompto. "In order to receive the power needed to- to do what They ask of me. But it'll kill me. And that's only after the Ring absorbs all light from the Crystal."
He paused after that, trying to shove those feelings of being helpless and powerless not only in this world, but in regards to what his fate has in store for him back home. It was too much to take in, back on the ship when he first awoke in this foreign place. Having to adjust but not really being able to with so many things going on in his head. Things that only quieted down with either Ignis, Prompto, or Shiro nearby, when he felt he could focus on one thing or another.
And not just that laugh that would haunt his dreams until the day he died.
"I- won't drop dead here." He looked up then, trying to catch Prompto's gaze despite how terrible he must look right now. "Not if I can help it."
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Because he was going to die, and a lot sooner than they planned.
Prompto swallowed, lump thick in his throat. "At the throne." He repeated vaguely aware he was doing it. He hadn't seen the prophecy, the images. It was horrifying to think that Ignis and Noctis had.
"N-No I know just-" He stammered a little in his fluster.
"This sucks."
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He held on all the tighter, trying to ignore how the emotions start to build up in his throat. Yet nothing he could say would make this ache fade. Knowing the cat's out of the bag helped slightly, but... it still hurt. Not nearly as much as Luna's death did, for him at least, but close to it. Though to see and hear Prompto like this was heartwrenching in a whole 'nother level.
How Noctis wished he could carry that on his own, but he was already breaking from the strain as it was.
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The damn inevitable truth that the Astrals had it in for Noct, no matter what they did. And they tried - they tried hard to make everything okay again but it never would be.
"You can't- n-no, we can't give up." He clung to him, fingers curling into Noct's shirt. "We have to think of something, something we can give instead, hell, they can have me. I'm not-"
Prompto would lay down his life for Noct to live, that was just how it was. He made that promise when he got his uniform to protect him, to live for him and to ensure he made it through and he took it to heart. Beyond his duty, he was his best friend, the one person in the world that understood him inside out, and the first person in his life to show him kindness.
Not that Lunafreya hadn't, but she hadn't exactly been around.
He honestly had no idea what he would do without Noctis.
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"Don't you dare-!" He yelled, back arching as he tugged away slightly, and his forehead slipped to the front of Prompto's shoulder. His grip shaking as words just fell out in a mix of anger and sorrow. "Don't you... dare say that..."
His entire body shook as fresh sobs wracked him to the core. "'s bad enough, I had to- to watch Luna die," he choked out, quieter, more pleading. "If you- you or the others die for me, I-"
He looked up to try and meet his gaze, "I- couldn't bear it, Prompto."
Too many have died for him, have sacrificed so much for him. If Gladio, Ignis, or Prompto took his place, he'd break. It was bad enough Ignis lost his eyes, that Prompto suffered so much already at Ardyn's hands, that Gladio thought he had to beat the Blademaster to prove himself as his Shield. And not just them, but his own father, Clarus, Luna, all those in Insomnia that day, and Jared... Even Ravus, in the end. They all gave so much. He can't- He couldn't ask this of anyone. Especially Prompto; the only friend he'd ever made himself and hadn't been bound by duty.
Noctis pulled Prompto back into him, hand cradling the back of his head as the other clutched the back of his shirt tightly. The tears fell freely, and while he wasn't about to give up...his heart ached at even the thought of losing Prompto again. All because of him.
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He squeezed Noct tightly and shook his head. "I...It makes the most sense you know?"
Prompto was babbling. "If they'd take the change I mean, you're the king and Iggy's your advisor and Gladio's your shield. Everyone's important."
He left the words except me unspoken.
"I can't- I don't know what I'd do without you Noct. It's only been a week and I miss you so much, I just..."
Prompto knew he was skittish, jittery and retreating into his shell without his best friend around and he needed him. "I can't lose you, please. Please Noct."
Please don't leave me to face this alone.
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"You know that means nothing to me," he choked out, only holding on tighter. He doesn't care about where people are from, what their positions are other than what he has to do for political reasons. It doesn't matter. It doesn't. "You're good enough for me. Always have, always will be. And I'm not letting you go, either."
A week. It's been a week already between his entering the Crystal, and-
Yeah. He's just going to be hugging even tighter, Prompto. For a while, before he could force himself to speak again. By then, some of the sobbing quieted down, as he absorbed what was said. "I don't- know how much time we have here, or if we'll get back. But, we'll think of something."
There had to be a way. And if there wasn't, then... he'd do it. He'd do it and watch over them like Luna watched over him.
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Out of all of them, it was his that mattered the least, but he was being hugged tighter which made him cry in earnest, head tucked into Noctis' shoulder. He would be embarrassed, but he felt this time it was wholly justified.
"Please don't, I mean don't talk like that. We're here. That's just- It's good. Yeah? They can't get you here? I won't let you out of my sight."
He could try anyway but knowing their time together was limited made it hard not to want to hold onto every precious possible second.
"We have to." He sniffled and wiped his eyes on Noct's shoulder. "We have to."
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"Only if you don't talk like that." It was an ultimatum that Prompto would have to accept. He wasn't going to let any of them die for him or in his place, if that was even possible.
"They can't," he confirmed. "At least, I don't think so. The Ring hasn't responded since we got here." So unless they suddenly appeared in the Dream Width... in which case? Shit. "Whatever happens, none of you are dying for me."
And that was final.
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Prompto just nodded, keeping quiet on the matter for the moment, just because he didn't say it, didn't mean he didn't think it. He was the spare man in the group and he knew it.
He was fine with it, until Noct he'd always been the forgotten, the one left behind and he knew they'd be fine if the Astrals took him instead. He didn't know how to go about proposing this to them, however.
"Good. I mean. Really good. I don't want you to have to-" He swallowed. The crystal wasn't there, wasn't that why?
"I can't promise that, Noct."
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Just how many of them knew...?
"Prompto, remember the promise we made." He hated to do that, but- maybe bringing up those words would remind him. "You can't be at my side if either of us are-"
Dead. He shook the thought from his head. "We have time. Let's not waste it."
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"Look, I just can't-" Prompto closed his mouth and let out a whine and he reached forward to push Noct's hair out of his eyes.
"You can't die either, you can't, I won't let you. I'm...You can't okay, I need you, and Ignis needs you, Gladio needs you and all of Lucis. You can't." Prompto breathed. "You can't. Okay?"
He let out a whine. They had time but it was far from infinite. "I won't waste it..." Prompto dragged his arm across his eyes. "I won't."
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The hand that was still cupped around the back of Prompto's neck gently pulled him closer, Noct offering his shoulder. Both to try and console, and so that Prompto wouldn't see the face he was making.
Because he couldn't promise that he wouldn't die, no matter how much he longed to.
"We'll think of something, Prom." When they can look at it and come up with any plans. Things that are a bit hard when it felt like someone was ripping them apart at the seams.
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Prompto was terrified to lose him, he already had felt like he had, but he'd been in denial. Noct would come back they repeated like a mantra and yet, now he was learning he would and then die.
All for the Astrals bidding.
He let Noct pull him forward, hiding his face there and squeezing him hard again, but as much as they wanted to talk this through, and as much as he didn't want to get out of bed in the morning, knowing this terrible secret, he let their speaking lapse.
Finally, when he'd regain some semblance of control, he sniffed and wiped his eyes again. "......Sorry I made your shirt wet." It was a mumbled, half-hearted joke that may have fallen flat, but it was something.
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