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UPDATE 3/2/2017: Per the Rules thread: Do not hijack prompts. If someone posts a prompt for one pairing, don't comment to say "I want to see this for [other kink]" - post your own prompt for the other kink). To that end, if you are unclear on a prompter's kinks/DNWs, please feel free to ask about them. If you ask about kinks/DNWs or to clarify a prompt, you are in no way obligated to fill it.
Additionally: Do not repost prompts from the previous round in their entirety. By this we mean copying and pasting prompts without any changes. If you see a similar prompt to a prior prompt, that is not a repost. Obviously prompts that are reposted per the above rule do not count either. (After all, they will be similar but not the same.)
ROUND TWO IS NOW CLOSED FOR PROMPTS!
Go ahead and keep on filling away, we will open up round three for prompts at 0000 EST, Saturday April 22, 2017.
Fill - 5/?
Date: 2017-03-18 05:36 pm (UTC)By the way, I have nooooo idea how to end this thing still, especially on a hopeful note, so if OP or anyone has anything specific they want to see, I'm totally open to ideas! xD
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Their second hunt turns out to be a good distance away, at least according to their map. An hour and a half later, and they've still seen no sign of the coeurls they're supposed to be hunting. However, after another twenty minutes they stumble across an unmarked haven, and decide to stop for an early lunch. It's old, the stone cracked and crumbling, and the runes fading, their glow dull, but as they don't intend to camp overnight, it should serve as a safe enough spot for them to eat.
All of Ignis' cooking gear is still packed away in the trunk of the Regalia, but he's well prepared as usual, having packed them sandwiches he'd put together before they'd left. He'd even managed to remember some last-minute greens for the chocobos.
"These are good, Iggy!" Prompto says with a cheerful smile after nearly choking on the too-large bite of his sandwich he'd taken.
"It's nothing special," Ignis replies, affecting modesty, but they can all tell he's pleased by the compliment.
Noct looks around the clearing as they eat. It's secluded, a small open area surrounded by trees, set far back from the road and miles from any town—it's easy to see why the haven has been abandoned, and taken off the map. Not too far off, he spots the red glow of an elemental deposit. "Hey Iggy. These things got any elemental weaknesses?"
"They're rumoured to not like fire, though that's just a guess made by some hunters," Ignis answers him, looking intrigued. "Are you thinking to try magic?"
Noctis shrugs. "There's a deposit over there," he says, indicating with his free hand, "and we've got some flasks free. Can't hurt to try, right?"
"Indeed."
Noct crams the last bit of sandwich in his mouth, and then hops down from the haven, heading over to the deposit. He hastily swallows the lump of food in his mouth and then reaches out a hand to absorb the fire elementals into his magic core. It takes more effort to do than he remembers from training with his dad, though he's never drawn from natural deposits before. Maybe they're meant to be more difficult. Or maybe he's just misremembering. It has been a few years.
He quickly prepares a few spells, giving two flasks to Ignis and one to Gladio, keeping one for himself. Prompto looks a little crestfallen at being left out, and Noctis gives him a look of apology. They haven't yet had time to teach Prompto how to pull on Noct's magic in order to activate the flasks. Maybe when they get to Lestallum they'll be able to.
"We leaving?" Gladio asks, as Ignis gathers up their trash and stuffs it back into his pack.
In response, Noct climbs onto his chocobo, looking impatiently back at his companions. He wants to get the hunts over with so they can get back to the motel and he can maybe rest some before Ignis insists on them leaving to Lestallum. Grief for his dad has also started creeping in again, a painful lump in his throat when he remembers his dad patiently showing him how to craft spells, and sleep seems like as good a way as any to avoid those memories.
It turns out to be another half hour's ride to the area where the coeurls have holed up. There's no chance for a sneak attack this time, as they're nearly on top of the big cats before they realise they've found them. They quickly dismount their chocobos, calling up their weapons. There's another faint tug, but Noct dismisses it, too busy immediately attacking their prey.
It's an even tougher battle than the last one. The coeurls are light on their feet, dodging Noct's attacks and counterattacking him with ease. He also soon learns to keep well clear of their long, tendril-like whiskers, especially once they start glowing with an electric charge, feeling his skin sting and crackle painfully when one lands. By the time they've taken two of the five cats out, Noctis is exhausted, sweat rolling down his back and making his shirt sticky with it, clinging uncomfortably to his skin. He crouches behind a rock for a quick breather, looking around to see how the others are faring.
They don't look much better than he feels. Gladio's muscle shirt is completely soaked through, and it's obvious that Prompto's flagging, his movements slowing. Ignis looks composed as usual, but Noct can see the exhaustion in the slump of Ignis' shoulders. He watches with curiosity as Ignis backs a few paces away from the battle, and then pulls a magic flask out. He undoes the stopper, and then draws on Noct's magic to activate it as he takes aim and tosses the spell towards the coeurls with a shouted warning to Gladio and Prompto.
It's impossible for Noctis to dismiss it this time. The second Ignis draws on his magic, Noct feels it. The tugging sensation on his core, more insistent than the times before, and oddly uncomfortable. It feels as if someone's reaching in and grabbing a hold of his magic core and trying to yank a small piece away but not quite succeeding. It isn't actually painful, but he has the sense that it could be, if just a little more pressure were applied.
He doesn't like it. And he likes even less that he doesn't understand what's causing it.
"Hey, Princess!" Gladio calls. "Quit cowering behind that rock and come help us!"
"I'm not cowering!" Noct snarls at him, but he stands and tosses his sword towards one of the coeurls, warping after it. The resulting damage to the beast is satisfying, but almost not worth it. The pull on his core is painful this time, and leaves him dizzy and gasping for breath. He can only assume he's warped too soon after Ignis' spell—his magic isn't an unlimited source after all, and can be easily overtaxing when he's not used to using it.
A third one goes down a short while later, but the last two are stubbornly refusing to die. In frustration, Gladio pulls out his own flask, barely taking the time to aim before opening and activating it. Noct's in the middle of dodging lashing whiskers, and the sensation as Gladio draws from his core makes him stumble, leaving him wide open to get hit. He yelps at the resulting sting, rolling out of the way.
"You alright, buddy?" Prompto asks, coming over to him and helping him up.
Noctis nods, tiredly. "Yeah."
He's starting to think the weird feelings on his core have to do with their use of his magic, with using the spells. Deciding to test it, he pulls out his own flask, climbing up on a rock to get a good vantage point for throwing—he's not as tall as Ignis or Gladio and could use the boost, as much as the thought annoys him. "Fire incoming!" he shouts, warning his companions as he activates and tosses it. The feeling he gets is unmistakable. It's definitely his magic.
Great.
By the time they make it back to the motel that evening, Noctis is so worn out he can barely keep himself upright. They'd had one more hunt after the coeurls, but it had been in the completely opposite direction, so they'd spent another few hours backtracking to the motel and then heading to the area where the hundlegs had been spotted. He'd felt the odd tugs on his core a few more times during the last battle, but he'd been tired enough that he hadn't been able to focus on them, or pinpoint what was causing them. He still thinks it's something to do with his magic, even though no one had used any spells. All he can really guess is that whatever is going amiss with his magic, it's still affecting him. Like some sort of weird aftershocks, perhaps.
He doesn't really know what to do about it, except hope that it eventually goes away. Perhaps he's just got to build himself up to using magic regularly, and then he'll be fine. Or maybe if he uses it less for awhile, it'll somehow fix itself. He admittedly likes that idea better, because he doesn't want to subject himself to that sensation any more than he has to.
He has trouble keeping his eyes open during their dinner at the diner, and can only finish half his burger. He pushes his fries over to Prompto, but his best friend frowns, shaking his head. "No thanks, dude," he says, and Noctis belatedly remembers that for all his love of junk food, Prompto rarely indulges in it, too worried about gaining back the weight he'd worked so hard to lose all those years ago. Noctis pushes them over to Gladio instead, and his Shield takes them with a grin and thanks.
He pushes away his plate with his still half-eaten burger, and rests his head down on the table, folding his arms for a pillow.
"Are you unwell?" Ignis asks him, concern lacing his tone.
"Tired," Noct answers, not bothering to lift his head. "These all day battles are killer..." Though it doesn't seem fair that the others don't appear to be nearly as tired as he is.
To that, Ignis makes a worried hum, but holds his tongue. It suits Noctis just fine. He's not up for conversations, or badly mangled explanations about something he hasn't figured out himself. He lets himself drift off into sleep, only waking when Gladio reaches across the table and shakes him roughly.
He sits up slowly, blinking the fuzziness from his eyes and taking a sip of his now watered-down soda to get the sandpaper out of his mouth. "What?" he asks in confusion.
"We're leaving, Noct," Gladio says, frowning at him. Noctis nods at him, not missing the worried glance he trades with Ignis. Or the fact that Gladio used his real name instead of 'Princess' or something equally dumb, which Gladio only does when he's concerned. He doesn't know why they're so worried, though. He just needs some sleep.
Re: Fill - 5/?
Date: 2017-03-18 06:20 pm (UTC)Re: Fill - 5/?
Date: 2017-03-18 10:22 pm (UTC)As for a happy/hopeful note for the ending (disregarding the canon ending--what canon ending, am I right? T.T) Maybe the boys figure out a way to stabilize the magic or share the burden? o: Just throwing some ideas out there!
Re: Fill - 5/?
Date: 2017-03-18 10:28 pm (UTC)Maybe he can get adjusted to the Crystal in time? Like, his suffering is only a temporary thing every ruler before him had to deal with, expect his case is worse (still not deadly) because he's the King of Kings etc.? Or maybe Gentiana can intervene on Bahamut's behalf - I mean, someone has to make sure the boy doesn't drop dead before defeating Ardyn, right?