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Date: 2018-07-07 05:10 pm (UTC)
unfatalist: stop making me root for the live rat in the kitchen you bastards (WHY âš” dammit pixar you did it again)
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[It's a good question, and a hard one. What possible gain could there be, to imparting that sort of knowledge onto Ignis at that particular juncture? Why would he need to know then, at that moment, after everything he'd done to fight his way to Noct's side up until that point, of the fate that was ultimately in store for his king?

What would Lunafreya have been counting on him to do, in response to a vision like that? Lunafreya, who'd spent over a decade exchanging letters with Noctis in their shared notebook, who went ahead of him to awaken the Astrals in order to assist him in his quest, who to all appearances protected him with her own life to the very end, there on that altar, until the moment when he and Ravus arrived?

There's a straightforward answer. It's one founded on duty and destiny, and on sacrifices like the one Lunafreya must have enacted on Noct's behalf, herself.]



Perhaps she wanted me to take up her calling. It may have been a plea to see to it that the Chosen King reached his destiny, for the sake of our star.


[Except that he remembers the words spoken in the vision, the same phrases over and over again, variation upon variation but always the same — obsessive, almost, like the messenger was sending it again and again to be certain that it reached its mark.

The king must die. The king must die. The king will die. He'll die, he'll die. For everyone, he'll die. He'll go forth and die. Noct is going to die.

And suddenly, it occurs to Ignis with a flash of frigid wonder that Lunafreya Nox Fleuret might well be far, far more cunning than he'd ever consciously given her credit for.]



If she'd told it to me at any other time...I suppose I might well have. Out of duty, or...out of respect for her sacrifice, perhaps.


[He glances up at Prompto, his face a mask to hide his abrupt, shaken uncertainty.]


But she sent it to me in a moment when I was already out of my head with worry for him. When against all sense of reason, I would've stopped at nothing to protect him. When I'd already done the impossible, for the sake of protecting him.


[A moment when it would've been so utterly easy to throw himself at an even greater impossible challenge, because he'd done the impossible already; what, then, was destiny but one more obstacle to surmount?]

Date: 2018-07-08 01:54 pm (UTC)
unfatalist: i've seen how you live, like a phoenix you rise from the ashes (SOFT âš” and of course i forgive)
From: [personal profile] unfatalist
...I wasn't permitted to go to Tenebrae, when the king took Noct to Fenestala Manor and he first met her. I was ten years old and I had to stay home; they told me "do everything just as you would otherwise, as though Noct were still here", and at the time I thought that was meant as a comfort to me, but later I realized it was likely to disguise the fact that they'd left at all.

[Even now, he remembers how he'd hated being separated from Noct, thinking he was in trouble, having no way to help him. "Carry on as though he were still here"; if Noct dies to return the dawn, it's going to feel like that every day for the rest of his life.]

I can't imagine anyone who knows Noct even the slightest bit not wanting him to be happy.

[He falls quiet a minute, turning away just enough to stare out over the cobblestone street without really seeing it at all.]

There was no one to save her from her own destiny. Perhaps that's why she hopes Noct might yet be spared from his.

Date: 2018-07-08 02:34 pm (UTC)
unfatalist: no not gladio's sister i mean the goo goo dolls song (AVERT âš” hang on i'm listening to iris)
From: [personal profile] unfatalist
Certainly not.

[He gives Prompto his space, lets him process what he needs to process. Six knows they all do.]

But I've yet to work out how we're to save him, to begin with. The most I can think of as yet is to not allow him to return to Insomnia, but...

Date: 2018-07-11 11:36 pm (UTC)
unfatalist: stop playing king's knight and properly appreciate my pathos (BROODY âš” pipe down i'm introspecting)
From: [personal profile] unfatalist
...What exactly does the Crystal do to him? You've said that before, that it "gets" him, but I'm not...

[He lets the thought trail off, letting it go free for a moment as something else occurs to him — the faintest hint of some of those thoughts warring in Prompto's mind, the implication of that soft gulp. And maybe, on some level, it's because in this he and Prompto are two of a kind, looking to the sacrifices they can make themselves as their go-to solutions, and tolerating ones that involve others only afterward.]

It sounds as though, from the events you remember, I chose not to take the chancellor's offer to go with him. I suppose that might be a way of effecting some sort of change...

Date: 2018-07-14 08:22 pm (UTC)
unfatalist: and all because someone forgot to hit a currency exchange before we left (STEADY âš” we're hunting the blair witch)
From: [personal profile] unfatalist
[Would it? It's a question he's contemplated in passing, but with an eye toward the emotional benefits it would produce for Noct, not on the greater ramifications it might have as a whole. So, then. What if Lunafreya weren't to perish at the altar, where he and Ravus found her?

Her allegiance was to Noctis. Could her influence have turned Ravus to join them, properly?

If he saves her, perhaps he'll be awake by the time he and Ravus reach the altar. If Ravus doesn't attack, they can flee the altar sooner — perhaps before Ardyn and his MTs can even arrive. And if they can manage to regroup with Prompto and Gladio, then Ardyn would have no one to deceive them with.

If Ardyn never catches up to them, he'll have no opportunity to blind him.

And Prompto said he had gotten knocked off the train on the way to Tenebrae —]


...Why were we going to Tenebrae, Prompto? When we were on the train, as you said. Do you recall our purpose?

Date: 2018-07-15 06:15 pm (UTC)
unfatalist: i've seen how you live, like a phoenix you rise from the ashes (SOFT âš” and of course i forgive)
From: [personal profile] unfatalist
So that would change things, as well. With Lunafreya still alive, there'd be no need for the travel to Tenebrae. Which might mean no opportunity for the chancellor to step in and deceive Noct on the train.

[He lets out a slow breath.]

So. Perhaps it could change everything. There's still the chance that Noct can change what's to happen — and yet I worry about telling him as much.

Date: 2018-07-20 09:53 pm (UTC)
unfatalist: who still owes me twenty bucks, the bastard (FAITH âš” there goes my one true love)
From: [personal profile] unfatalist
Because it means making him bear the burden of all of our futures, again.

[He folds his arm over his knee, his focus slowly starting to drift again.]

That's not a justification for not telling him, mind. It's still likely for the best that we do. But...still, I worry for him.

Date: 2018-07-20 10:42 pm (UTC)
unfatalist: no not gladio's sister i mean the goo goo dolls song (AVERT âš” hang on i'm listening to iris)
From: [personal profile] unfatalist
...In a matter like this, Prompto, it's your intuition I'd trust, not mine.

[The repetition, the insistence get him to glance up, and it's apparent from the expression on his face that for once, he's not the one with the answers.]

Will it help? Do you think he'd allow us to be a part of it? Or would he insist on doing it alone, to try to protect us in some capacity?

Date: 2018-07-20 11:57 pm (UTC)
unfatalist: let's burn a city to the ground and howl at the moon (UNWIND âš” a night by the fire)
From: [personal profile] unfatalist
...He feels responsible. For Insomnia, for what awaits him in Altissia. For you. For me.

[He's quiet a minute, and then his voice goes lower; what's coming isn't something that he finds easy to say, but sometimes being a good advisor means saying the things that aren't easy, and that no one else wants to.]

The Marshal, however righteous his intentions, did a number on him in that respect, I think.

[It's not the sort of thing one unhears, after all. It doesn't just go away. Perhaps it never will.]

...I hate the thought of him having to go somewhere I can't follow, you know.

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