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FILL 8/? Re: Prompto is the kidnapped younger brother of Luna and Ravus AU (Promptis)
Date: 2017-01-29 02:16 pm (UTC)Prompto lined an MT trooper in his sights and tried to remind himself that the taste of metal on his tongue was only adrenaline. The trooper fell in a spasming heap of electricity and black ichor, and Prompto trained his gun on another MT advancing on Noctis’ right. Noct fought like a wild creature, all rage and grief and an encroaching wave of bitter, crushing hopelessness that he could only try to contain. Gladio was more methodical, and Ignis’ blades really did seem to be an extension of his arm. And Prompto—Every time Prompto killed another trooper, he thought of the cold table in the lab, the tattoo on his wrist, the knowledge that all of these MTs had been people, once, before their names were taken from them, too.
He couldn’t let Noctis know. The chance to tell him anything had died days ago, with the King. With Insomnia. There was only so much he could handle at once, and it would be selfish to add more to his mind. He would have to wait until a better time. Lestallum, maybe. Where the meteor was, and the Archaeon.
The Archaeon. Prompto sent a shot out into the crowd of MTs that twisted them into a coil of electrical energy. Luna wasn’t dead—The papers had only said she was presumed dead, and they’d said the same for Noctis. He couldn’t think of her as gone, not when he’d been so close to seeing her again. He had to have faith. But if she was lost, or unable to begin the pact of the covenants… Prompto would have to try. And that meant telling Noct who he was... Eventually.
The last trooper fell. Noct stood over it, face shadowed in the harsh glow of the sunset, and looked to Prompto. Prompto forced a smile.
“Hey,” he said, sauntering up. “You sure Noct that one out.”
“You’re awful,” Noctis said. His fingers dug under the fabric of Prompto’s collar, and Prompto let himself be pulled flush to his side. Noct was always seeking out contact these days—A hand in Prompto’s hair, a touch at his hip, the silent, warm comfort of sleeping front to back in the crowded tent. Prompto worried sometimes that Noct cared too much for his friends. For the sake of his own safety, he would have to be willing to leave them behind to stay alive.
Prompto looked into his eyes, and wondered how much sacrifice Noctis was willing to bear.
“You’re making that face again,” Noct said, and ran a finger past the lines of Prompto’s brow, down the ridge of his nose.
“Alright, lovebirds, break it up,” Gladio said, and Prompto jumped. “If you get any worse, I’m gonna have to kick you out of the tent for my own peace of mind.”
“Worse?” Prompto asked. He looked at Noct with mock surprise. “What could possibly be worse, pookums?”
“Golly,” said Noct, deadpan. “I don’t know, sugarpea.”
Gladio leveled a death glare on the both of them, and Prompto winked.
It took a while to get to Lestallum. Prompto hadn’t been thinking straight—the moment he saw the sign for the Wiz Chocobo Post, it was like he reverted to the hyperactive nine-year-old he hadn’t found the chance to be, and none of the others could deny him. He spent so long taking pictures that they had to camp in a caravan for the night, and Ignis dutifully tried to recreate the towering mass of sandwich bread, tomato, and meat that they’d seen on the menu at the diner.
“Pretty sure this is stealing,” Prompto said, through a mouthful of bread.
“Not at all,” Ignis said, sitting up like a disgruntled bird ruffling its feathers. “I changed the spice on the ham, so it is original.”
Noct rolled his eyes, and Ignis declared them all—save Gladio—offensively ungrateful, and gave the remaining plate of desserts to Noct’s Shield. Gladio made sure to eat with slow, careful bites, making a show of it, and Noct ended up shoving leftover bread in his face as revenge.
So it wasn’t all bad, really.
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They met Gladio’s little sister, Iris, at the inn of Lestallum. She and the family of the Amicitia butler had escaped the worst of the attack on Insomnia at the start, and she had the same dark, haunted expression as Noct, hidden under a mask of welcome.
“Oh,” she said, as they sat in a loose circle in one of the inn’s upper rooms. “I almost forgot. There’s news about the Oracle.”
Prompto struggled not to change his expression.
“They say she was in the city. She left right before you got here.”
Prompto looked at Noct. The prince was staring down at his clenched fists, his teeth ground together, clearly undergoing the same force of will as Prompto. He attempted a smile. “Thanks, Iris. That means a lot.”
“She’s probably gone to the Archaeon,” Prompto said. It was the wrong thing to say. They couldn’t rush straight to business, not when Noct was still coming to terms with the ruins of his old life, and the confirmation that his old friend had just missed them. The others stared at Prompto, and he felt his cheeks go hot. “I mean, that’s her job. As Oracle.”
“You’re right, Prompto,” said Noct. He looked at the others. “Prom’s a bit of an Oracle nut. Don’t ask him about Astrals unless you want to be stuck in a history lesson all day.”
“That’s true enough,” said Gladio. Prompto glared.
“Well, I think it’s nice,” Ignis said. “Let’s rest up for the day, shall we? We can discuss the Oracle’s plans tomorrow, surely.”
“Right,” Prompto said. “I call dibs on the bathroom.” He tried not to walk too quickly, and only barely registered Gladio’s request that he not use up all the hot water this time. When he closed the door behind him, he silently clicked the lock, leaned onto the counter, and bit the knuckles of his left hand to keep from laughing.
Luna was alive. And if they made it to the Archaeon in time, they might actually see her. She could help explain things to Noct in a way that Prompto never could. Luna had escaped Insomnia, outwitted Niflheim, and was at this moment obtaining the blessings of the gods. If anyone could fix things, it was her.
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AN: Oh, Prom. *sighs heavily*
Re: FILL 8/? Re: Prompto is the kidnapped younger brother of Luna and Ravus AU (Promptis)
Date: 2017-01-29 03:07 pm (UTC)