Noct storms into the infirmary near midnight, a knapsack in his hand, his eyes fixated downward.
“Noct?” Prompto questions. “What’s up?”
“We’re getting you out of here.” Noct tosses the knapsack on the bed.
“Out of where?” Prompto’s eyes follow Noct as he paces. “Out of the infirmary?”
“Out of Insomnia. My father’s gone mad.” Noct tells him, his fists clenched and kept at his sides. “Do you have anything important that you want to keep?”
Prompto sits up in the bed, starting to panic seeing the agitation on Noct’s face. “Noct, I-I don’t understand what’s going on.”
“Prompto,” Noct is breathing heavily, from either anger or fear, Prompto can’t tell. “We don’t have a lot of time, so please trust me. I’m getting you out of here before my father kills you.”
Prompto gets up and puts on a pair of shoes. “But what about you?”
“…I don’t have a choice.” Noct’s nose scrunches. “But until I’m King, this is all I can do to protect you.”
Prompto swallows, Noct’s words crashing into him like a wave. “I… I don’t own any possessions.” He says, looking to the knapsack. Inside it, Prompto can see a sizable amount of gil, along with various potions and clothes. He zips it closed and throws it over his shoulder.
As soon as Prompto takes the knapsack, Noct takes a hold of his hand and starts running, guiding him down unfamiliar corridors and hallways until they end up outside, a running car waiting for them. They climb into the backseat and barely close the door before it speeds off.
Cor Leonis, a glaive who never once hit Prompto, sits in the driver’s seat, expertly weaving through Insomnia’s streets.
“What’s happening, Noct?” Prompto asks again once they’re safe within the car.
Noct stares straight ahead. “When my father used the Ring of the Lucii against me, he probably meant to kill me.” Prompto shudders. “That very moment, everyone saw how cruel and insane he’d become, and their loyalty to him died.”
Cor made a little noise from the front seat, confirming Noct’s words.
“I asked a few glaives that I trust to help me get you out of Insomnia, because I knew that his rage wouldn’t stop, and I knew you would be his target.” Noct explains.
Prompto frowns. “What if he hurts you?”
Noct doesn’t answer. He closes his eyes for a minute and clears his throat. “I have to endure, I have to ascend the throne and save the people of Insomnia from him.”
Prompto respects Noct’s duty, but he doesn’t want to be sent away. He wants to stay in Insomnia, with his best friend Noct, even if it means getting beaten. “Where are we going?” He asks, eyes watching the streetlights as they flash by.
“You’re going to Lestallum. I’ll ride with you to the border of Insomnia, and there we’re going to meet a man named Cid who will give you a ride the rest of the way. It will take you at least a day to make it there, but once you make it, a woman named Aranea is going to give you a place to live and some work so you can make money and survive.” Noct is glad it’s dark so Prompto can’t see his tears.
Except, Prompto can hear the difference in Noct’s voice, and knows that he’s crying. “Did you prepare all of this?” He asks.
“Ignis helped me, and other glaives too…” Noct tells him. “Technically, we’re all committing treason, but I can’t let this go on any longer.”
“Your highness, we’re at the border.” Cor tells them, parking to the side of the check-in point. “I’ll secure your friend’s credentials, so say your goodbyes.”
They step out of the car and into the cool night. “Is this goodbye?” Prompto asks, a waterfall of tears gathering in his eyes.
“Not forever.” Noct tells him. “We’ll meet again, someday… I promise.” He hugs Prompto tighter than he’s ever held anyone or anything in his life. “Until then, please stay safe.” He adds in a whisper, his face hidden against Prompto’s shoulder.
Prompto nods, because he can’t speak. He’s clutching Noct and shaking, afraid to let go.
“Come on, kid!” Cor calls over to the blond. “It’s time!”
The teens let go slowly, hiding their tears from each other as ‘real men’ might, and Prompto runs toward where Cor waits for him.
Just before they lose sight of each other, Prompto turns one last time and waves. Noct returns the gesture, trying his best to offer a hopeful smile.
He knows this is for the best, but it doesn’t stop it from hurting.
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Date: 2017-01-13 12:19 am (UTC)“Noct?” Prompto questions. “What’s up?”
“We’re getting you out of here.” Noct tosses the knapsack on the bed.
“Out of where?” Prompto’s eyes follow Noct as he paces. “Out of the infirmary?”
“Out of Insomnia. My father’s gone mad.” Noct tells him, his fists clenched and kept at his sides. “Do you have anything important that you want to keep?”
Prompto sits up in the bed, starting to panic seeing the agitation on Noct’s face. “Noct, I-I don’t understand what’s going on.”
“Prompto,” Noct is breathing heavily, from either anger or fear, Prompto can’t tell. “We don’t have a lot of time, so please trust me. I’m getting you out of here before my father kills you.”
Prompto gets up and puts on a pair of shoes. “But what about you?”
“…I don’t have a choice.” Noct’s nose scrunches. “But until I’m King, this is all I can do to protect you.”
Prompto swallows, Noct’s words crashing into him like a wave. “I… I don’t own any possessions.” He says, looking to the knapsack. Inside it, Prompto can see a sizable amount of gil, along with various potions and clothes. He zips it closed and throws it over his shoulder.
As soon as Prompto takes the knapsack, Noct takes a hold of his hand and starts running, guiding him down unfamiliar corridors and hallways until they end up outside, a running car waiting for them. They climb into the backseat and barely close the door before it speeds off.
Cor Leonis, a glaive who never once hit Prompto, sits in the driver’s seat, expertly weaving through Insomnia’s streets.
“What’s happening, Noct?” Prompto asks again once they’re safe within the car.
Noct stares straight ahead. “When my father used the Ring of the Lucii against me, he probably meant to kill me.” Prompto shudders. “That very moment, everyone saw how cruel and insane he’d become, and their loyalty to him died.”
Cor made a little noise from the front seat, confirming Noct’s words.
“I asked a few glaives that I trust to help me get you out of Insomnia, because I knew that his rage wouldn’t stop, and I knew you would be his target.” Noct explains.
Prompto frowns. “What if he hurts you?”
Noct doesn’t answer. He closes his eyes for a minute and clears his throat. “I have to endure, I have to ascend the throne and save the people of Insomnia from him.”
Prompto respects Noct’s duty, but he doesn’t want to be sent away. He wants to stay in Insomnia, with his best friend Noct, even if it means getting beaten. “Where are we going?” He asks, eyes watching the streetlights as they flash by.
“You’re going to Lestallum. I’ll ride with you to the border of Insomnia, and there we’re going to meet a man named Cid who will give you a ride the rest of the way. It will take you at least a day to make it there, but once you make it, a woman named Aranea is going to give you a place to live and some work so you can make money and survive.” Noct is glad it’s dark so Prompto can’t see his tears.
Except, Prompto can hear the difference in Noct’s voice, and knows that he’s crying. “Did you prepare all of this?” He asks.
“Ignis helped me, and other glaives too…” Noct tells him. “Technically, we’re all committing treason, but I can’t let this go on any longer.”
“Your highness, we’re at the border.” Cor tells them, parking to the side of the check-in point. “I’ll secure your friend’s credentials, so say your goodbyes.”
They step out of the car and into the cool night. “Is this goodbye?” Prompto asks, a waterfall of tears gathering in his eyes.
“Not forever.” Noct tells him. “We’ll meet again, someday… I promise.” He hugs Prompto tighter than he’s ever held anyone or anything in his life. “Until then, please stay safe.” He adds in a whisper, his face hidden against Prompto’s shoulder.
Prompto nods, because he can’t speak. He’s clutching Noct and shaking, afraid to let go.
“Come on, kid!” Cor calls over to the blond. “It’s time!”
The teens let go slowly, hiding their tears from each other as ‘real men’ might, and Prompto runs toward where Cor waits for him.
Just before they lose sight of each other, Prompto turns one last time and waves. Noct returns the gesture, trying his best to offer a hopeful smile.
He knows this is for the best, but it doesn’t stop it from hurting.