Game Inbox - Duplicity

[nocts]

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[burstmodes]

[ 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...

[nocts]

[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...

[burstmodes]

[ 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. ]