“Are we really having this?” he asks with just a thread of voice trying discretely to get his hand away from her knee. Not that Luna lets him anyway. From the corner of his eye Noctis has his face on his hands. A clear sign of denial and unwillingness to help. The traitor.
Luna keeps smiling placatory, almost motherly. He can almost see the don’t worry my child; I will take care of your doubts. There is no need to feel ashamed written on her face. Another time he would find it calming, he sure did during the Years of Darkness; right now however, he really, really doesn’t want the kind of solace she’s offering.
At least now he knows this time he’ll be able to leave them and go back home without regretting closing the door behind. A first, but apparently this is an afternoon of firsts as well.
This was the awkward afternoon. He expects tomorrow to actually be fun. He’s owed at least that much.
The silence works on his favor at least because Luna coos softly and leans a bit. She smells wonderful, he thinks idly before chastising himself again.
“It is fine Prompto. We don’t have to start today.” She’s caressing his arm understandingly and for the first time ever he flinches lightly. This really isn’t something he wants to touch. Ever. Much less with them. “We have time still. Don’t we?”
That actually makes him pause.
“About that…” he doesn’t know how to continue because he thought they knew already? Ignis and Cor did, so how didn’t they know? Not that he’s decided already, but the possibility was there. He has their undivided attention again, there is the murmur of caution in the air too, but part of him is just glad they are dropping the whole omega thing.
He coughs for a moment, and it feels weird to not do it with his left hand. “Aranea suggested that I go to Nova Nilfheim permanently, and I–"
“Prom you don’t mean to say you’re leaving us…!” Noctis interrupts and there is something decidedly kingly, commanding, about his tone, his posture in general. Very disorientating.
“… I’m just saying. I haven’t decided something yet.” He tries to mollify, forgetting for a moment that one of his hands is still trapped in Luna’s and she won’t let go. She actually doesn’t look happy with the development either. Oh no.
“But you haven’t dismissed it immediately. Why?” Noctis presses on, maybe it is something in the light but Prompto swears he sees the alpha’s canines growing. There is a ghost of a snarl on his face too.
“Noctis–"
“You can’t just leave!” Noctis practically roars, standing up, ready to pounce, eyes light red. A shiver ran down his back at the sight, hairs standing on end, he could even hear his heart beat speed up. Shit he’s serious. And pissed.
“Even if that is what I choose?” he asked airily, lungs filled with indignation and faux bravery. It took everything to keep his face up, his neck was itching, his hands were certainly trembling in Luna’s, but at least his face was up. However, his sight was clearly focused on the floor. Good job at losing you assertiveness there Prompto, fantastic really.
“Gentlemen” Luna speaks, but the tension did not break yet, her voice is taut, like a rope pulled taut by a knife before giving in and cut. She tugs him back to the couch (when had he gotten up?) and adds “your spirits are ruffled. I suggest we keep this conversation for another afternoon.”
“Luna–"
“As you wish my Queen.” The answer was automatic, but Noctis turns around so fast that it clues in what he just said “No wait shit- I didn't mean it like that!”
“You are not due to leave for another six weeks am I correct?” Luna interrupts again, firmly, tight, like the grip on his hand. Prompto was surprised he could still feel it. He didn’t care if he lost it at this point. That’s one rule he broke, didn’t he?
“Yes.” He had a feeling Noctis wouldn’t let it be five weeks. Hopefully he was wrong, but he had the sudden suspicion that he won’t be able to get a foot outside of Insomnia anymore. At least not without being chased down by the Kingsglaive.
“Then allow us one afternoon each week. There are topics we need to talk about.” It was a request but there was finality in her voice. It left no room to decline. Not that he would, because yeah, he had to apologize for that my Queen slip. At least by the looks of it, Noct wouldn’t be sent to the couch now. So yay victory for friendship.
It’s not like Luna could send him to the couch anyway, surrogates didn’t sleep with on the family bed. Especially potential ones that are actually going to refuse anyway.
“Prompto? Did you hear me?”
“Ah yes. Yes, I can do that, I can give you more days too, I’m not–"
“A day each week is fine. We don’t want to force you.” Luna interrupts lightly with an understanding and graceful air around her. Though by the looks of Noctis, he was very much against the idea. While at twenty he would have done his best to postpone anything embarrassing and bothersome, the years trapped in the crystal had apparently taught him to get through them as quickly as possible.
Prompto appreciates the sentiment even if something inside is still cowering at the unsolicited outburst.
“Understood” What else could he do? Well they were forcing him but he could go on and pretend they aren’t. The Six, he was going to talk about omega things with his best friend's wife. Now that he thought about it, with said best friend in the room too.
Oh and they wanted him to be a surrogate. And by his friends’ reaction, a No would not suffice.
His life is a joke.
That’s all for now *jazz hands* We are starting slowly. Next time we stray away from Prompto and get to know Noctis Lucis Caelum: mixed messenger extraordinaire.
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Fill: (To Decode) Mixed Signals 1g/?
Date: 2017-03-08 02:07 am (UTC)Luna keeps smiling placatory, almost motherly. He can almost see the don’t worry my child; I will take care of your doubts. There is no need to feel ashamed written on her face. Another time he would find it calming, he sure did during the Years of Darkness; right now however, he really, really doesn’t want the kind of solace she’s offering.
At least now he knows this time he’ll be able to leave them and go back home without regretting closing the door behind. A first, but apparently this is an afternoon of firsts as well.
This was the awkward afternoon. He expects tomorrow to actually be fun. He’s owed at least that much.
The silence works on his favor at least because Luna coos softly and leans a bit. She smells wonderful, he thinks idly before chastising himself again.
“It is fine Prompto. We don’t have to start today.” She’s caressing his arm understandingly and for the first time ever he flinches lightly. This really isn’t something he wants to touch. Ever. Much less with them. “We have time still. Don’t we?”
That actually makes him pause.
“About that…” he doesn’t know how to continue because he thought they knew already? Ignis and Cor did, so how didn’t they know? Not that he’s decided already, but the possibility was there. He has their undivided attention again, there is the murmur of caution in the air too, but part of him is just glad they are dropping the whole omega thing.
He coughs for a moment, and it feels weird to not do it with his left hand. “Aranea suggested that I go to Nova Nilfheim permanently, and I–"
“Prom you don’t mean to say you’re leaving us…!” Noctis interrupts and there is something decidedly kingly, commanding, about his tone, his posture in general. Very disorientating.
“… I’m just saying. I haven’t decided something yet.” He tries to mollify, forgetting for a moment that one of his hands is still trapped in Luna’s and she won’t let go. She actually doesn’t look happy with the development either. Oh no.
“But you haven’t dismissed it immediately. Why?” Noctis presses on, maybe it is something in the light but Prompto swears he sees the alpha’s canines growing. There is a ghost of a snarl on his face too.
“Noctis–"
“You can’t just leave!” Noctis practically roars, standing up, ready to pounce, eyes light red. A shiver ran down his back at the sight, hairs standing on end, he could even hear his heart beat speed up. Shit he’s serious. And pissed.
“Even if that is what I choose?” he asked airily, lungs filled with indignation and faux bravery. It took everything to keep his face up, his neck was itching, his hands were certainly trembling in Luna’s, but at least his face was up. However, his sight was clearly focused on the floor. Good job at losing you assertiveness there Prompto, fantastic really.
“Gentlemen” Luna speaks, but the tension did not break yet, her voice is taut, like a rope pulled taut by a knife before giving in and cut. She tugs him back to the couch (when had he gotten up?) and adds “your spirits are ruffled. I suggest we keep this conversation for another afternoon.”
“Luna–"
“As you wish my Queen.” The answer was automatic, but Noctis turns around so fast that it clues in what he just said “No wait shit- I didn't mean it like that!”
“You are not due to leave for another six weeks am I correct?” Luna interrupts again, firmly, tight, like the grip on his hand. Prompto was surprised he could still feel it. He didn’t care if he lost it at this point. That’s one rule he broke, didn’t he?
“Yes.” He had a feeling Noctis wouldn’t let it be five weeks. Hopefully he was wrong, but he had the sudden suspicion that he won’t be able to get a foot outside of Insomnia anymore. At least not without being chased down by the Kingsglaive.
“Then allow us one afternoon each week. There are topics we need to talk about.”
It was a request but there was finality in her voice. It left no room to decline. Not that he would, because yeah, he had to apologize for that my Queen slip. At least by the looks of it, Noct wouldn’t be sent to the couch now. So yay victory for friendship.
It’s not like Luna could send him to the couch anyway, surrogates didn’t sleep with on the family bed. Especially potential ones that are actually going to refuse anyway.
“Prompto? Did you hear me?”
“Ah yes. Yes, I can do that, I can give you more days too, I’m not–"
“A day each week is fine. We don’t want to force you.” Luna interrupts lightly with an understanding and graceful air around her. Though by the looks of Noctis, he was very much against the idea. While at twenty he would have done his best to postpone anything embarrassing and bothersome, the years trapped in the crystal had apparently taught him to get through them as quickly as possible.
Prompto appreciates the sentiment even if something inside is still cowering at the unsolicited outburst.
“Understood” What else could he do? Well they were forcing him but he could go on and pretend they aren’t. The Six, he was going to talk about omega things with his best friend's wife. Now that he thought about it, with said best friend in the room too.
Oh and they wanted him to be a surrogate. And by his friends’ reaction, a No would not suffice.
His life is a joke.
That’s all for now *jazz hands* We are starting slowly. Next time we stray away from Prompto and get to know Noctis Lucis Caelum: mixed messenger extraordinaire.