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[Noctis is definitively still awake, just arriving home from the work. He changed to sweatpants and shirt when the message arrived. What tiredness and drowsiness he felt from work is completely gone now.]

yeah, of course,
are you alright?
wanna meet up at the beach?

i'm cool

[ except not really. he feels like everything he's known is starting to crumble under his feet. ]

yeah the beach works
i'm at the farm so i'll meet you near there?

alright
I'll be there in less than ten

[The power of warping.

He has no clue what's going on but if Prompto's calling him to meet up this late, something must be up. He arrives at the beach soon enough, looking around for Prompto, near some picnic tables.]

[ he sends back a thumbs up and then nervously paces for at least five minutes before heading out to search for noct. prompto sees him up ahead and slows his walk, fiddling with the edge of his shirt until he's close enough to call out to him. ]

We could've met tomorrow some time if you were busy. [ he knows he's got a job, so... it would have made sense. there's an awkward silence. ] I just wanted to ask you something.

No, it's fine, I was already awake, [Noctis waves it off as he comes closer to Prompto when he sees him. He looks, well, nervous. And pale a bit. Or maybe that's just the moon, it's pretty bright.]

Sure, ask away. [He tries to sound reassuring but with the way Prompto phrased that it feels it's going to be... bad. And he can already feel his stomach slowly sink.]

[ he nods, staring out at the waves, and it's... it should be calming, relaxing. it should ease the stress that's been building in his chest since his talk with ignis, but it doesn't. it doesn't do any of that, and prompto hates feeling like he's out of the loop or not good enough to stand right beside noct and tackle everything head-on.

he's learned to accept a lot about himself, but he doesn't think that will ever be something he can agree with. ]

I'm not sure how to say it so I'm just gonna say it. [ he needs to take a deep breath first. ] How come you never told me about this prophecy thing? Was it a secret?

[Prophecy.

Damn it. He should have told him sooner. It feels like everything came to a stop. The world spinning, the waves hitting the shore, any distant sound of the city disappearing into nothingness.

Noctis looks like he's seen a ghost, desperately grabbing around in his mind how to say it. He opens his mouth- then closes it, finding it hard to breathe. He has to use some serious force to get air to his lungs.]

It... It was. It was a secret. Kept away from everyone, even from me. [It's not a lie.] Luna knew of it, as an Oracle, and didn't tell me. My Father, who kept the Crystal safe for years, knew. And didn't tell me. I- I found out when I got to the Crystal. When it sucked me in, forcing me into, if what Gladio says is true, more than ten years of sleep. Bahamut himself told me.

I--- the prophecy-- it's- [he can't say it. He still can't say it. The words are stuck in his throat. He closes his eyes so tightly, not wanting to see the face Prompto makes-]

On the throne, when we return, I'm going to die.

[ it must be bad if noct isn't immediately brushing it off like it's nothing to worry about. and what's worse, his expression doesn't quell the aching throb in his chest the longer they stand there and listen to the rush of the water up along the beach. this is...

it's wrong. all of it's wrong, and prompto knows he shouldn't have said anything. he should have just kept wondering about it until — what? maybe he would have gone back home at some point and learned about it instead? lived through it? how is that something he's ever going to want when he doesn't even want this moment right now? and when noct says it, says that huge thing that's been unconsciously living between them, prompto feels the slightest buckle in his knees as though his legs don't want to hold him up anymore. ]

What – Noct, dude, don't... [ oh no, he can't breathe. he can't breathe, and that ache in his chest has blossomed into something worse that's really starting to hurt. ] That can't be right. There's no way that's true.

[ but why would luna and the king lie about something like that? why would anyone lie about something like that? prompto can't figure any of that out, and he knows he should say something else in an attempt to lighten the mood or reassure him that it couldn't be right. yet, all he feels is a strange hopelessness come over him, and he ducks his head in an attempt to hide whatever expression he's making. ]

[When he hears Prompto's voice, Noctis' eyes instantly open and he makes a move to grab him and- and- and stops in the middle of it, hands raised. Does he have a right to console him? After keeping the secret away from him for so long? This sight in front of him is a punishment he rightfully deserves, for being a coward. For wanting to indulge in happy moments, pretending that nothing's going on. Wanting just a little bit of levity, to keep at least Prompto's smile intact.

But, as always, he can't. He knew Prompto was eventually going to find out about it but, Noctis would never be ready for it. Never, ever.

His hands curl into fists and they fall back down, limp, tired and lifeless. Prompto doesn't deserve this, doesn't deserve to be pulled through all of this.]

It's... it's true. Father told me the stories of King of Light that will save Eos from darkness, and, I didn't know back then that she really meant it but- Luna said I was the one. The Chosen One. It's. It's no lie. I'm--

--I'm so sorry, [Noct's voice finally breaks-] I- should've told you earlier- I just wanted- you don't deserve any of this- I wanted-- [he just wanted to keep seeing Prompto smile.]

[ it feels like something they shouldn't be talking about. prompto, of course, had always heard stories growing up, and it's something that every lucian would have known about at one point or another. bedtime stories, things of legend and myth. not something that's supposed to really happen. and to noct. of everything, how is it fair? and that's what he wants to say.

how is it fair? ]

You didn't think I could handle it? [ the words come out before he can stop them, and even then, he immediately regrets it. if noct catches the look on his face, there's a spark of sadness that reaches so far down that prompto isn't sure it's ever going to leave him. ] Or, I dunno, you thought you had to do it on your own? [ for the first time, he doesn't get what noct's thinking. ] I just... I thought we were a team. I thought we were gonna stick by each other no matter what. I thought —

[ prompto shakes his head again, rubbing at his face and pressing the heels of his hands against his eyes to keep the tears from escaping. they're there, just at the edges, and he really, really, really, really, really doesn't want to cry in front of noct. ]

There's gotta be another way. [ the hope he scrambles to hold onto feels frayed, but he's desperate for anything. for something. he doesn't want to imagine what a world without noct in it would be like. his voice cracks. ] We'll figure it out. We always do, right?

Of course not! I know you can- could- I just-- the things that happened to you-! I wanted to grant you a least shred of happiness!

All I did is make you suffer! [He's raised his voice, not at Prompto but at himself, anger and guilt just rolling up into one huge ball that's choking him.]

I-- I end up pushing you off the train because Ardyn tricked me! You end up in Zegnautus Keep, kidnapped by him BECAUSE OF ME! I just wanted you to be happy damn it! [Noctis slams hands on the table violently, it resonates on the empty beach. They curl into fists again as he shakes his head...]

...No...there is no way out... [he chokes back a sob] ...at least, I don't know of one...

[ this is all very new to him. he doesn't know where all of this is coming from, and he wants it to stop. he wants to take back ever asking noct to come meet him so that he doesn't have to listen to this. he wants to pretend everything is fine. except... noct is so worked up, and it's doing something to him as well. he fidgets where he stands, jerking a little when noct hits the table. ]

Noct... [ he opens his mouth, tries to close it. the tears he'd been forcing back burn even more, but he's determined to keep as much composure as he can because he thinks noct needs this more than he does. ] I don't know what you're talking about. Is this... is this something that happens in the future? Like – [ he bites at his lip. ] I dunno. Even if, uh, when that stuff happens, I'm not gonna blame you for it. How could I? [ is that fair of him to say? he's so confused, and the fact he's bringing up Ardyn doesn't sit well with him either. ] You're my best friend. You'd never let anything happen to me if you could help it, and I wouldn't let anything happen to you. Okay?

We can, we can figure this out. Somehow...

[ maybe he's just grasping at straws? it's a struggle considering, and more than anything, he's not worried about himself. he's worried about noct. he doesn't want anything bad to ever happen to him. he doesn't want him to die. ]

[Noctis pulls away from the table, any and all fight bleeding out of him like when hot air balloon gets popped. There has been so much guilt welling up inside of him that he didn't know what to do with it.]

S...Sorry... I shouldn't have snapped like this. It's just, I don't want you to think I didn't tell you because I don't trust you or something stupid like that.

I'm... [he shakes his head,] I'm just a coward.

[He's been staring at some random spot on Prompto's shirt before finally raising his eyes to his face.]

And I'm- I'm sorry but, there's nothing we can do about the... the prophecy. It's the- it's the price needed to be paid to clear the world of daemons and darkness.

[There's a bit of the pause, where only small waves are the sound.]

And I'm willing to pay it. To keep all of you safe.

[ there's a lot he needs to wrap his head around, but that? no way. that's something he can't accept, and maybe that makes him completely and utterly selfish or just too stupid to realize how important noct is to eos. ]

How can you say that?

[ the words feel thick in his mouth, and never mind the tears. he's starting to get frustrated now, fingers curling at his sides as he stares back at him. prompto searches noct's face for a second or two, trying to figure it all out, but every time he thinks he might have it, it just slips away from him. all the emotion he'd buried before this had all started rises to the surface, a flush crawling up his neck. ]

How can you just say that without trying to change it? What if there's a better way? What if... I dunno, Noct. There has to be something else. There's always something else. [ because that's what happens in video games, right? even if this isn't a video game, it doesn't matter. it should still count. and his heart is going to beat right out of his chest, he just knows it. everything hurts, and he grits his teeth. ] I don't want you to die.

[His chest hurts with every word and question that leaves Prompto's mouth. He can't explain it better than this- there is actually no other way to explain it.]

You... you think I don't want that? [His fingers curl into the shirt atop of his stomach.] You think... I really want to leave you all? Do you think I wouldn't go after it if I knew how to do it?!

It's... it's too late for that Prom. The world was already slipping into darkness, slowly, after Luna's death. We didn't know the entire way of it, no one told us so we didn't search for alternatives. If there were any, to begin with.

[Prompto has every right to be angry with him. He could - SHOULD - yell at him if he wants to. He takes a tentative step forward, desperately wanting to do something, anything to erase that pain he sees on Prompto's face.]

[ shit. this is bad. this is bad, and noct has to know it's bad too. if this had been any other moment, maybe he would have just given up and told noct he would be at his side no matter what. and he is, he always will be, but being here, being around all of these other people from places he could only ever dream of... there's no way this is how their lives are going to play out, that they just have to accept it. ]

I don't know what to think. None of this makes any sense! [ there's a sharp crack in his voice, and he shakes his head in an attempt to brush it off. yet, this time, it doesn't seem to work. ] Especially not the part where you're just okay with dying because some– some prophecy says you should. [ he tries to stand his ground for as long as he's able, but he ends up taking a step back, his face red and his vision blurring as the tears well. ] What if that's why we're here. What if something else brought us here to give us more time? To–to really figure it out. That has to mean something. It has to. [ and the tears start, hot as they roll down his cheeks. ] It just has to...

[ or else, it would all be meaningless, and everything they have wouldn't have mattered either. ]

Edited 2019-04-22 04:33 (UTC)

[Prompto took a step back away from him. That's- that just makes Noctis freeze in his tracks, feeling as if he's standing back on the train, thinking he's chasing after Ardyn but actually making run for Prompto. To- to-

He violently shakes his head to get the vision out and tries to focus on him-]

I am not okay with it! But what am I supposed to do!? This place- to offer us a solution? They don't give a damn about us! They never did!

Back home- I'm out of time... When I exit the Crystal, I will finish what- what was asked of me. I know it's hard- impossible to believe it but- you guys gave everything for me. And if my life can save the three of you, including the rest of Eos, then I will do it.

You can hate me for this decision, but I will always choose to save you over me.

[ you're supposed to stand with me too.

it bubbles up in the back of his mind, right at the tip of his tongue, but he's just angry through the tears that burn his face. he can taste them too, the bitterness and the sadness and just... everything. all of it. he doesn't know what he's supposed to do because noct isn't listening to him, and prompto knows he's stubborn. hell, he's known that all his life, and it's one of the things he loves about noct. but he shouldn't be fighting so hard to accept this. ]

I don't know! That's why I said we've gotta figure it out. We've gotta do something that's not just being okay with it! [ he might not be yelling, but it's close. his voice keeps wavering, a hint of tears, and before he realizes it, he's up close in noct's personal space, reaching out to grip his shirt. the contact usually helps, but right now... ] So stop saying all that stuff, Noct. I don't want you to die for me. Maybe the rest of 'em are okay with it, and maybe they're just gonna accept it. But I'm not – [ he can't breathe because the pressure in his chest is cracking his ribs. ] I'm not worth your life. I'm not.

I need you to take it back. [ he sucks in a breath, and there's that soft wet sniffle that comes with it. ] Please...

[Noctis has never been an optimist. He wasn't really raised to be one. Just to accept the facts and push onward, taking on whatever comes his way.

His eyes flare up, still stinging and he can feel tears slid down his cheeks- and damn it all they are both too stubborn sometimes but he doesn't want to hear THAT ever leave Prompto's mouth again. His fingers curl into the front of Prompto's shirt as well, now a small bubble of anger in his voice-]

You can tell me whatever you want, you can punch me and knock me out this instant. But don't every, ever you are not worth it! Because you ARE! You ARE worth it- worth every drop of sweat, tear and blood! [He's breathing heavily and his chest finally cracks and lets Noctis let out a choked sob-

And he shakes his head. He can't take it back. His head lowers, forehead resting right under Prompto's chin and another sob shakes his body-]

S-Sorry... I'm so sorry Prom... I can't...

[ this is it. this is how things get ruined.

prompto had never thought this would happen to them. he'd never thought this would be them in a thousand lifetimes. he can't shake the feeling that overtakes him as noct sobs and apologizes and refuses to give him what he wants, and it's like hitting the nail on the head of the last one in the coffin. he's starting to hyperventilate, glad that there's no one around to see this and even more glad to hear the rush of the waves around them. but it's too loud, and he's terrified. he's so scared, and he's shaking, his fingers squeezing the fabric of noct's shirt so hard that his knuckles are white.

what does he do? he tries to search noct's face, but he can't see it from the way he's got his head lowered. what should he do? he's trapped. he can't. he needs to just go.

prompto loosens his grip for only a fraction of a second, and then, he's shoving noct away. he's pushing him back with enough force to leave them both unsteady, and the tremor that overtakes him is full-bodied, panting and crying and unable to understand what's happening. ]

I'm sorry. [ shit. this is so fucked up. he's never been this scared of anything in his life, and for a split second, he grabs at his wrist and digs his fingers into the barcode covered over by his wristband until the pain is greater than the heavy pound of his chest. ] I'm sorry.

[ and because he's out of options, he just turns and starts to run without another word. ]

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