“Noct!” Prompto brightens when he sees the Prince that night in the infirmary. “You big idiot, what did you go and do all that for?”
Noct turns his face, hiding his bruising cheek. “Never mind me… how are you doing?” His voice is low, scratched from yelling.
“This one wasn’t so bad. Honest.” Prompto even smiles to prove how serious he is. “Why did you decide to fight with him?”
“I’m not gonna take him beating you anymore.” Noct’s jaw is tight and he’s gritting his teeth. He’s angry, angrier than he’s ever been in his life.
Prompto worries his lip and shrugs. “I’m used to it, Noct.”
It’s the most terrible thing anyone’s ever said in the whole world, Noct thinks, and he bursts. “That doesn’t make it right!” He hides his face in his hands and weeps, completely overwhelmed and drained from adrenaline.
“Hey,” Prompto, breaking all royal decorum, wraps his arms around the prince and pulls him into an all-too-tight hug, ignoring any pain that it causes his fresh wounds. “It’s okay, don’t cry Noct.”
Noct hugs Prompto back, careful not to touch lower than his shoulders. “You don’t deserve to be hit. And you deserve to be treated like a person like everyone else.”
“It’s just the way things are,” Prompto says, having accepted it long ago.
“When I’m king, I’ll make sure MTs are treated better.” Noct promises. “You’re my best friend, Prompto.”
Prompto grabs fistfuls of Noct’s t-shirt, trying to make their hug even tighter. “You’re my best friend, Noct.”
At age thirteen, two boys who’d somehow survived on loneliness suddenly knew compassion and warmth and never wanted to be without it again.
Re: Fill: Scourge 5/?
Noct turns his face, hiding his bruising cheek. “Never mind me… how are you doing?” His voice is low, scratched from yelling.
“This one wasn’t so bad. Honest.” Prompto even smiles to prove how serious he is. “Why did you decide to fight with him?”
“I’m not gonna take him beating you anymore.” Noct’s jaw is tight and he’s gritting his teeth. He’s angry, angrier than he’s ever been in his life.
Prompto worries his lip and shrugs. “I’m used to it, Noct.”
It’s the most terrible thing anyone’s ever said in the whole world, Noct thinks, and he bursts. “That doesn’t make it right!” He hides his face in his hands and weeps, completely overwhelmed and drained from adrenaline.
“Hey,” Prompto, breaking all royal decorum, wraps his arms around the prince and pulls him into an all-too-tight hug, ignoring any pain that it causes his fresh wounds. “It’s okay, don’t cry Noct.”
Noct hugs Prompto back, careful not to touch lower than his shoulders. “You don’t deserve to be hit. And you deserve to be treated like a person like everyone else.”
“It’s just the way things are,” Prompto says, having accepted it long ago.
“When I’m king, I’ll make sure MTs are treated better.” Noct promises. “You’re my best friend, Prompto.”
Prompto grabs fistfuls of Noct’s t-shirt, trying to make their hug even tighter. “You’re my best friend, Noct.”
At age thirteen, two boys who’d somehow survived on loneliness suddenly knew compassion and warmth and never wanted to be without it again.
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(more to come in the AM! Time for bed! ^^)