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songerein2023-05-02 06:19 pm
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Who: Noctis Lucis Caelum and Prompto Argentum
Which: Closed Log
Where: Prompto's tree-houose
What: They gotta talk about what happened after the dreamcatcher ooze
Warnings: likely talk about torture and all of the other bad times they had, will add more if needed
[ Trying to live some sort of normal life in Reverein was challenging, to say the least. Coming to grips with the fact that this reality was a dream and that life was operating as normal back on Eos, in Gralea or wherever they were by now was unsettling given what they were going through when both Noctis and Prompto showed up before being whisked away to the masquerade ball. And then there's the element of dreamotion, which Noctis has had such an incredibly difficult time harnessing; it brings his situation back home to the forefront of his mind, thinking about how he's struggled there, too. The whole situation just... sucks.
He has Prompto here with him to help him through this transition period, though, and he's here to help Prompto do the same. They were always on the same page, always operating on the same wavelength. Noctis is fairly certain that Ignis would likely argue that they shared a single braincell. Things had been going well, he thinks.
Had been being the key.
Going back into the castle was a mistake and one he'll readily admit, and he knows without having to ask that Prompto will agree. Seeing daemonic versions of Ravus and Lunafreya, of his father, did nothing but set him back fifty steps... And hearing Ardyn's voice, that infuriating voice that echoed in his ear as he raced through Zegnautus Keep trying to find Prompto, shattered every bit of himself he'd been trying to put back together. The way Prompto just froze when his own fears brought about an ooze covered Ardyn stays in his mind, it's an image he can't seem to shake. They barely had time to talk after they found Prompto back in Gralea; Noctis doesn't even know the half of what happened to him after he pushed him off of the train. Hearing and seeing Ardyn in the castle explains why they've barely spoken in the past few days, why he can see right through Prompto's smiles and sunshine he's showing to everybody else.
He drags himself off of his bed and scrubs a hand over his face, having made the decision that they need to talk and the sooner the better, because things just weren't the same between them right now and he hates it, hates seeing his best friend like this. So, after a minute debating on when to have this talk, he settles with it's now or never. It's Prompto, they've had heart-to-hearts before, talked about tough shit, so why is he nervous? There's nothing to be nervous about... right?
Shaking the thought from his head, and trying to calm himself, Noctis makes his way across the small bridge that separates their treehouses and opens the door (because why would he knock? it's Prompto. Best friend privileges or something like that). ]
Prom? You home?
Which: Closed Log
Where: Prompto's tree-houose
What: They gotta talk about what happened after the dreamcatcher ooze
Warnings: likely talk about torture and all of the other bad times they had, will add more if needed
[ Trying to live some sort of normal life in Reverein was challenging, to say the least. Coming to grips with the fact that this reality was a dream and that life was operating as normal back on Eos, in Gralea or wherever they were by now was unsettling given what they were going through when both Noctis and Prompto showed up before being whisked away to the masquerade ball. And then there's the element of dreamotion, which Noctis has had such an incredibly difficult time harnessing; it brings his situation back home to the forefront of his mind, thinking about how he's struggled there, too. The whole situation just... sucks.
He has Prompto here with him to help him through this transition period, though, and he's here to help Prompto do the same. They were always on the same page, always operating on the same wavelength. Noctis is fairly certain that Ignis would likely argue that they shared a single braincell. Things had been going well, he thinks.
Had been being the key.
Going back into the castle was a mistake and one he'll readily admit, and he knows without having to ask that Prompto will agree. Seeing daemonic versions of Ravus and Lunafreya, of his father, did nothing but set him back fifty steps... And hearing Ardyn's voice, that infuriating voice that echoed in his ear as he raced through Zegnautus Keep trying to find Prompto, shattered every bit of himself he'd been trying to put back together. The way Prompto just froze when his own fears brought about an ooze covered Ardyn stays in his mind, it's an image he can't seem to shake. They barely had time to talk after they found Prompto back in Gralea; Noctis doesn't even know the half of what happened to him after he pushed him off of the train. Hearing and seeing Ardyn in the castle explains why they've barely spoken in the past few days, why he can see right through Prompto's smiles and sunshine he's showing to everybody else.
He drags himself off of his bed and scrubs a hand over his face, having made the decision that they need to talk and the sooner the better, because things just weren't the same between them right now and he hates it, hates seeing his best friend like this. So, after a minute debating on when to have this talk, he settles with it's now or never. It's Prompto, they've had heart-to-hearts before, talked about tough shit, so why is he nervous? There's nothing to be nervous about... right?
Shaking the thought from his head, and trying to calm himself, Noctis makes his way across the small bridge that separates their treehouses and opens the door (because why would he knock? it's Prompto. Best friend privileges or something like that). ]
Prom? You home?