It was Prompto. Prompto, who unlike Noctis had been overjoyed to attend the ceremony - to be invited in the first place - and had been cheerfully snapping pictures all morning. Noctis hoped that Prompto's camera was far away from him right now. But he couldn't do anything to stop his friend from coming closer.
"Noct, are you okay? You look kind of... weird... oh." His voice trailed off. Possibly he had noticed the wet spot on the carpet.
Noctis choked back a sarcastic response because this was his own damn fault and he hated yelling at Prompto. "I'm fine." he wasn't. "Just go away."
Prompto hesitated, then moved around him so they were face to face. "Um, okay. I can go," he said, biting his lip. After another moment, he extended his hand, though. "Or, well. Come on." He closed his fingers around Noctis's dry hand without waiting for a response and pulled him gently but insistently down the hallway to the bathroom.
When the door had shut behind them, Noctis pulled his hand away as if he'd been burned. Prompto let him, backing up to give him some space. "Sorry! Sorry." He winced. "I know you're probably really mad right now. But I didn't want you to be alone..."
"I WANT to be alone," Noctis snapped, face now flaming. Prompto bit his lip again, a sure sign he was nervous, and shrugged uncomfortably.
"Sorry," he repeated. "I just acted without thinking. You looked really upset, and I wanted to help." He shrugged, looking away. "I've, um, been in your situation before. So I know it sucks. Sometimes it just happens, though, you know? I didn't want you to think I was going to go off and make fun of you if I left."
Noctis glared at him, then shrugged and looked away. The anger was draining out of him as steadily as his pants were cooling, replaced with a weary ache of humiliation.
Prompto shifted on his feet. "Um, I can get you some new clothes if you want? I remember where your bedroom is." Even though Noctis had been living in an apartment for years, the closet he had here was still stocked with his clothes. Being the prince, he had no shortage.
Noctis shrugged again, then nodded jerkily. "Yeah... okay."
"Okay," said Prompto, brightening a little. "I'll be right back." He turned to leave. Noctis caught his hand before he could open the door.
"Thanks, Prompto."
His friend smiled sunnily and, before Noctis could stop him, lifted the prince's hand and kissed the back of it. "Of course. Be right back!" And he was gone.
Noctis stared at the door for several seconds, then hurried to conceal himself in a stall. It was probably just the adrenaline wearing off, but now he felt shaky again in a whole different way...
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FILL: Debut (Noctis/Prompto, pre-game) 2/2
Date: 2017-02-21 11:26 am (UTC)It was Prompto. Prompto, who unlike Noctis had been overjoyed to attend the ceremony - to be invited in the first place - and had been cheerfully snapping pictures all morning. Noctis hoped that Prompto's camera was far away from him right now. But he couldn't do anything to stop his friend from coming closer.
"Noct, are you okay? You look kind of... weird... oh." His voice trailed off. Possibly he had noticed the wet spot on the carpet.
Noctis choked back a sarcastic response because this was his own damn fault and he hated yelling at Prompto. "I'm fine." he wasn't. "Just go away."
Prompto hesitated, then moved around him so they were face to face. "Um, okay. I can go," he said, biting his lip. After another moment, he extended his hand, though. "Or, well. Come on." He closed his fingers around Noctis's dry hand without waiting for a response and pulled him gently but insistently down the hallway to the bathroom.
When the door had shut behind them, Noctis pulled his hand away as if he'd been burned. Prompto let him, backing up to give him some space. "Sorry! Sorry." He winced. "I know you're probably really mad right now. But I didn't want you to be alone..."
"I WANT to be alone," Noctis snapped, face now flaming. Prompto bit his lip again, a sure sign he was nervous, and shrugged uncomfortably.
"Sorry," he repeated. "I just acted without thinking. You looked really upset, and I wanted to help." He shrugged, looking away. "I've, um, been in your situation before. So I know it sucks. Sometimes it just happens, though, you know? I didn't want you to think I was going to go off and make fun of you if I left."
Noctis glared at him, then shrugged and looked away. The anger was draining out of him as steadily as his pants were cooling, replaced with a weary ache of humiliation.
Prompto shifted on his feet. "Um, I can get you some new clothes if you want? I remember where your bedroom is." Even though Noctis had been living in an apartment for years, the closet he had here was still stocked with his clothes. Being the prince, he had no shortage.
Noctis shrugged again, then nodded jerkily. "Yeah... okay."
"Okay," said Prompto, brightening a little. "I'll be right back." He turned to leave. Noctis caught his hand before he could open the door.
"Thanks, Prompto."
His friend smiled sunnily and, before Noctis could stop him, lifted the prince's hand and kissed the back of it. "Of course. Be right back!" And he was gone.
Noctis stared at the door for several seconds, then hurried to conceal himself in a stall. It was probably just the adrenaline wearing off, but now he felt shaky again in a whole different way...