[Prompto's eyes round when Ignis looks to him for an answer. He almost steps back, it's so different and weird.
But over his twenty years living, Prompto's gotten familiar with all sorts of different fears and discomforts. This one? This one's scary because it leads to hope. Answering's not a step into the dark, it's a step towards the crack of light under the door, the flashlight coming closer, calling his name in a voice like home.
He takes a breath and steps forward instead.]
You know, I never met Lady Lunafreya. I don't know much about her, not for real.
[He was supposed to meet her at the wedding. He wanted to. It was his secret, a good one, the only good one he had, white and soft and glowing in his chest. He wanted to meet Lady Lunafreya and give her all the photos of their journey, show her the gift she gave him all those years ago. Friendship. Noct.
'All I ask is that you continue to support Noctis, and that you remain ever at his side.'
Prompto still remembers the faint scent of blossoms on old paper. He remembered it even in the cold, in that place where nothing so delicate could survive. And did. Through him. He looks down at his hands, holding tightly to Ignis's handkerchief.
He tied a handkerchief like this around Pryna's leg, back then.]
But I... I always... had a feeling. I had this idea, that what she really wanted was for Noct to be happy. To... be surrounded by friends. Real friends. Regardless of the king stuff.
[He's never exposed this, never told anyone about Pryna, about the letter, about the girl who addressed him so politely, like an adult, like someone who mattered. It's at the core of who he is. All he was ever asked to do was be a good friend. Not Shield, not Hand. Just there. Just Prompto. Because to him, even though Noctis is everything, the bounds of the world he cares to know, he's also just Noct.
Lady Lunafreya gave him that. And she gave it back to him when he thought everything, his world, was lost.]
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Date: 2018-07-07 06:06 pm (UTC)But over his twenty years living, Prompto's gotten familiar with all sorts of different fears and discomforts. This one? This one's scary because it leads to hope. Answering's not a step into the dark, it's a step towards the crack of light under the door, the flashlight coming closer, calling his name in a voice like home.
He takes a breath and steps forward instead.]
You know, I never met Lady Lunafreya. I don't know much about her, not for real.
[He was supposed to meet her at the wedding. He wanted to. It was his secret, a good one, the only good one he had, white and soft and glowing in his chest. He wanted to meet Lady Lunafreya and give her all the photos of their journey, show her the gift she gave him all those years ago. Friendship. Noct.
'All I ask is that you continue to support Noctis, and that you remain ever at his side.'
Prompto still remembers the faint scent of blossoms on old paper. He remembered it even in the cold, in that place where nothing so delicate could survive. And did. Through him. He looks down at his hands, holding tightly to Ignis's handkerchief.
He tied a handkerchief like this around Pryna's leg, back then.]
But I... I always... had a feeling. I had this idea, that what she really wanted was for Noct to be happy. To... be surrounded by friends. Real friends. Regardless of the king stuff.
[He's never exposed this, never told anyone about Pryna, about the letter, about the girl who addressed him so politely, like an adult, like someone who mattered. It's at the core of who he is. All he was ever asked to do was be a good friend. Not Shield, not Hand. Just there. Just Prompto. Because to him, even though Noctis is everything, the bounds of the world he cares to know, he's also just Noct.
Lady Lunafreya gave him that. And she gave it back to him when he thought everything, his world, was lost.]
Do you think that might be true?