It’s 11:00pm, and Noct has snuck out of his room. He’s hovering around the infirmary, hoping that the blond freckled boy is inside. He hopes to… well, he doesn’t know… but he wants to do something, say something, for the terrible situation he’s been put in.
Noct waits until the hall is clear and approaches the door, pushing it open slowly just enough so he can slip inside. There are enough lamps lit that he can see any occupants of the beds, and he is relieved to see a tuft of yellow hair on the pillow of the farthest bed. Otherwise, the room is entirely empty, not even the apothecary present.
“Excuse me?” Noct says into the room, tiptoeing to the only occupied bed.
“Mm?” A voice answers, taking extra care to sit up in the bed.
Noct comes to the side of the bed, sitting quietly on the one next to it, and waits for him to turn over.
The blond finally, after being visibly pained, finds a comfortable position and looks to the late-night visitor. Once he recognizes him as none other than the Prince of Lucis, he panics. “P-Prince Noctis! Oh my god, I mean, your highness!”
“Stop.” Noct tells him, giving him a downcast sort of glance. “I don’t want any of those stupid formalities.”
“I’m supposed to…” The blond protests, biting his lower lip in worry.
“My dad isn’t here; he can’t make you.” Noct tells him. “I wanted to tell you that I’m sorry.”
“I-It’s not your fault, your highness.” He says as if it’s a recited line. “I’m an MT.”
“What’s that got to do with anything?” Noct hushes at the sound of footsteps outside of the infirmary. “Do you have a name?” He asks more quietly.
“Of course I do.” He answers, smiling. It’s the first time Noct saw a smile on him, and it is really nice. “It’s Prompto.”
“Prompto.” Noct repeats. “I’m Noctis.”
“I know.” Prompto laughs, and it makes Noct laugh too, but the mood quickly returns to somber.
“I’m really, really sorry that they hit you.” Noct says, afraid to look at Prompto. “How much does it hurt?”
Prompto’s lips form a hard line before he speaks, and he takes a shallow breath. “It’s… not bad.” He lies, because he’ll probably be in bed for a week it hurts so much.
“Can we… be friends, do you think?” Noct asks.
“You wanna be friends with an MT?” Prompto asks, and his concern is so genuine that it makes Noct’s heart hurt.
“I don’t care about that.” Noct tells him, “I don’t even know what it means.”
“You’re nice.” Prompto says, the skin behind his freckles reddening. “You’re not like your dad at all. Oh gosh, I’m sorry! I shouldn’t say that about the king!” He tries to hide his face, but Noct stops him.
“It’s okay.” Noct reaches for Prompto’s hand. “He’s not nice, at all…”
The boys turn to the infirmary door as it’s being opened carefully. Ignis stands in the doorway, a look of worry on his face. “Noctis!” He hisses. “Come quickly, your father has noticed your absence.”
“I have to go.” Noct tells Prompto. “Will you be okay?”
Prompto nods. With the strength of having a new friend, he feels like he can get through anything.
Noctis smiles and hugs his new friend before speeding back to bed before more trouble finds them both.
Re: Fill: Scourge 3/?
Noct waits until the hall is clear and approaches the door, pushing it open slowly just enough so he can slip inside. There are enough lamps lit that he can see any occupants of the beds, and he is relieved to see a tuft of yellow hair on the pillow of the farthest bed. Otherwise, the room is entirely empty, not even the apothecary present.
“Excuse me?” Noct says into the room, tiptoeing to the only occupied bed.
“Mm?” A voice answers, taking extra care to sit up in the bed.
Noct comes to the side of the bed, sitting quietly on the one next to it, and waits for him to turn over.
The blond finally, after being visibly pained, finds a comfortable position and looks to the late-night visitor. Once he recognizes him as none other than the Prince of Lucis, he panics. “P-Prince Noctis! Oh my god, I mean, your highness!”
“Stop.” Noct tells him, giving him a downcast sort of glance. “I don’t want any of those stupid formalities.”
“I’m supposed to…” The blond protests, biting his lower lip in worry.
“My dad isn’t here; he can’t make you.” Noct tells him. “I wanted to tell you that I’m sorry.”
“I-It’s not your fault, your highness.” He says as if it’s a recited line. “I’m an MT.”
“What’s that got to do with anything?” Noct hushes at the sound of footsteps outside of the infirmary. “Do you have a name?” He asks more quietly.
“Of course I do.” He answers, smiling. It’s the first time Noct saw a smile on him, and it is really nice. “It’s Prompto.”
“Prompto.” Noct repeats. “I’m Noctis.”
“I know.” Prompto laughs, and it makes Noct laugh too, but the mood quickly returns to somber.
“I’m really, really sorry that they hit you.” Noct says, afraid to look at Prompto. “How much does it hurt?”
Prompto’s lips form a hard line before he speaks, and he takes a shallow breath. “It’s… not bad.” He lies, because he’ll probably be in bed for a week it hurts so much.
“Can we… be friends, do you think?” Noct asks.
“You wanna be friends with an MT?” Prompto asks, and his concern is so genuine that it makes Noct’s heart hurt.
“I don’t care about that.” Noct tells him, “I don’t even know what it means.”
“You’re nice.” Prompto says, the skin behind his freckles reddening. “You’re not like your dad at all. Oh gosh, I’m sorry! I shouldn’t say that about the king!” He tries to hide his face, but Noct stops him.
“It’s okay.” Noct reaches for Prompto’s hand. “He’s not nice, at all…”
The boys turn to the infirmary door as it’s being opened carefully. Ignis stands in the doorway, a look of worry on his face. “Noctis!” He hisses. “Come quickly, your father has noticed your absence.”
“I have to go.” Noct tells Prompto. “Will you be okay?”
Prompto nods. With the strength of having a new friend, he feels like he can get through anything.
Noctis smiles and hugs his new friend before speeding back to bed before more trouble finds them both.