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prompto argentum | final fantasy xv ([personal profile] photobombed) wrote in [personal profile] iwillshieldhim 2017-05-15 09:54 am (UTC)

[Let's maybe do it earlier than the ten years? Like maybe a year or so far so they can be not Maximum Badass. I'll start the timeskip. Also I'm not yet sure what the liquid Arydn was putting in Prompto was, thinking maybe bringing out daemon attributes? /bullshits madly]

Prompto pauses to listen. His hearing isn't too good right now - he blames Ardyn and a period where he blacked out and woke up to find blood trickling from his ears - but if he concentrates, he picks up a hint of what sounds like something crackling and sizzling.

Probably too much to hope someone's making breakfast really, really loudly.

"Yeah," Prompto says and wonders if he'll regret saying that. "...I'm guessing we're checking it out."

It's close, ish, and while they run into the MT who isn't as dead as it looks, they make it there in one piece and Gladio has time to recover his breath as the door hisses open. It's when he hears Iggy and Noct's voices on the other side that Prompto whispers to Gladio that he'll take a break from the piggyback and it has everything to do with wanting to appear like he's okay. He has to reach out to grab Gladio's arm to steady himself but he manages to walk through that door on his own two feet and for a few minutes, in the middle of a dead Imperial capital, he feels like maybe they got this. They're together, finally.

That ends when Noct makes the mistake of touching the crystal.

That was the last time he saw the prince. After that, it's endless night and the groans of the daemons are a teeth-grinding constant, always too close for comfort.

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