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[nightcure]

where are you

[photoshooter]

i don't know

[nightcure]

send me a pic of where you are

i'm gonna come find you

[photoshooter]

[Well, good hecking luck making anything out, Noct, because it looks like Prompto just took a phone picture of the middle of a godsdamned blizzard.]

[nightcure]

[ Oh my god. ]

wheres the last place u remember seeing

[photoshooter]

trees ?

[nightcure]

ok

ill try to find u

fast as i can

[photoshooter]

k

be caareful

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[nightcure]

i will

[ ... and eventually, Noctis finds him. It's hard to see in the blizzard, but Prompto will feel Noctis's hands on his arms. When he speaks, his voice is shaky, but his grip is firm.

Not enough to hurt, but to let Prompto know he's here. ]

C'mon, buddy, we need to get you moving, okay?

I can't stop

[photoshooter]

[The snow and wind aren't cold at all. The blizzard clearly isn't real; it doesn't even disperse the mist.

Prompto, on the other hand, is frozen to the touch and shivering, hands jammed into his armpits in a feeble attempt to keep warm.]

W-what? ...Noct?

nyehehehe

[nightcure]

[ Shit. Noctis takes his jacket off and puts it around Prompto's shoulders. Gently, he wraps his arms around him and coaxes him to his feet. ]

Yeah. It's me. I'm here, I'm not leaving.

[photoshooter]

[Up he goes. Prompto doesn't put up any fight.]

Oh. You're r-real this time.

[nightcure]

[ He stiffens a little. This time. But he needs to be here, be warm and present for Prompto, so he lets it go and holds him close. He rubs at Prompto's arms lightly. ]

Yeah. 'Course I am.

[ He takes a step, hoping Prompto'll walk along with him. ]

[photoshooter]

[He does. It's a relief finally to be where he belongs. He's not really thinking of much else.]

You're n... not cold?

[nightcure]

Nah, not really.

[ He keeps Prompto walking, because that's what Izunia said would help. He's still rubbing at Prompto's arms. ]

You're freezing, though.

[photoshooter]

[Well, that seems somewhat nonsensical.]

...Weird...

[But surely that's not important.]

Y-you're okay? He didn't...?

[nightcure]

I'm all good. I promise.

[ His arms tighten around Prompto, just slightly. ]

He didn't attack me or anything.

[photoshooter]

...Good.

[He exhales shakily and keeps walking, more under his own power now. Gradually, the trees start fading back in and the mist takes over the snow once more.

Prompto doesn't stop shivering.]

...Noct, I gotta sit down. My legs are all messed up.

[He feels like a flan with 1 HP left.]

[nightcure]

[ It's good that their surroundings are going back to normal. But Prompto's still cold, and Noctis can't put him down, can't quit moving until Prompto is somewhere warm and away from this place. ]

Nope.

[ And he puts his arm under Prompto's knees and lifts him up into his arms. He gives Prompto a worried look, though. ]

Is this okay?

[photoshooter]

[He makes a muted ! noise, then manages a shaky half-laugh and does his best to relax into Noct's hold.]

Rescued by a prince. O-ooh la la.

[nightcure]

You're the luckiest guy here.

[ Prompto is... pretty light, actually, and Noct doesn't have too much trouble carrying him. He's hoping Prompto warms up a little faster in his arms, too. ]

Do you... wanna go to your room, buddy?

[photoshooter]

[After a moment, he gulps and shakes his head.]

I dunno where to go, dude.

[Well, at least he's managing complete thoughts now.]

I wanted--after you got here, I hoped we could just. Stay here forever. A-and it'd be safe. You'd be safe.

[nightcure]

... Chicken room.

[ His heart feels like it's being torn to shreds. Prompto's worried, worried about him, and it hurts. ]

Yeah. I... yeah. [ He swallows hard, the words all stuck in his throat. ] But... hey. I'm here. You're here. We'll... figure this out, okay?

[photoshooter]

[He's not sure he wants to go even to the chicken room. Nowhere is safe anymore, they can run into Ardyn at any time and there is absolutely nothing he can do to stop it, and no one can protect them.

No one can--or no one will protect Noct, who deserves more than anything in this or any world to be protected. There's a thick, painful lump in Prompto's throat. Half of Noct's jacket falls away as Prompto reaches up to wrap his arm around him, to hold himself close.]

...It's not fair. That it k-keeps following you, Noct, you deserve so much better...

[nightcure]

[ His breath catches a little bit, and he holds Prompto close. He isn't sure if it's Prompto's words or how close he is that's got his heart aching, but he can't focus on that. He needs to worry about Prompto, because Prompto is... he's falling apart, and Noctis wants to help him keep the pieces together. ]

We just... have to figure out where to go from here, Prompto. We'll get through this, okay? I swear we will.