Author: chocobostrinket

Summer days

Pre-road trip banter with the boys

Prompto week

Day 2 (10/20): Favorite Relationship

Just a simple thing of the boys hanging out together. 

“You sure? Ignis made extra.” Noctis said, a slight frown on
his face.

“Naw, I’m good. I ate a big lunch before I came over.” Prompto
smiled brightly and waved his hand, letting Noctis get to eating.

Noctis shrugged, letting it go for the moment. “Alright
then.”

They sat in silence, Prompto passing the time by laying in
the grass and watching the clouds. Galdio had gone inside to get, as he put it,
‘whatever Iris managed to burn’ for his own lunch. With Noctis eating, it was
quiet. And peaceful. Considering that they were supposed to be beating each
other black and blue by this point, it wasn’t what he had planned for.

Surprisingly, Noctis had managed to sprain his ankle before
Prompto had arrived. So training was put on hold for now. Ignis was on his way
over to assess whether a potion would be needed. Though, most of the time they
were content to let Noctis heal naturally. But you never knew. It could be
worse than it looked.

Noctis didn’t mind at all of course. He wouldn’t have to
train while healing.

Prompto was startled out of his thoughts when something cold
was pressed to the side of his neck. An unmanly squeak left him and he flailed.
Once he got his wits about him he tried to push the offending thing away from
him. His eyes darted over to try and see what was there, and narrowed upon
seeing Gladio holding the coldness against him.

“Cold! Gladio! Quit it!” He yelped, managed to sit up, and
flop away from Gladio. Right onto Noctis. They both grunted upon the impact,
Noctis holding his lunch high in the air so it didn’t spill onto either of
them. Meanwhile Prompto was half laying in his lap and glaring accusingly at
Gladio. Who was laughing. Prompto stuck his tongue and then continued glaring.

“What’s the big idea!?”

Gladio was still laughing and shook his head to catch his
breath. Meanwhile, Noctis had begun to rest his lunch on Prompto’s head so he
could continue eating.

Once Gladio finally stopped laughing at how offended Prompto
looked, he smiled and held up three popsicles. “I figured these would keep us
cool while we wait for Iggy to get here.”

Prompto huffed and got off Noctis. “You could have just, oh
I don’t know, SAID that instead of freezing me. Look! My neck practically has
frost bite!”

He tilted his head and gestured to the spot where Gladio had
held the froze treat. As if there was an actual mark. There was nothing there of course. Which only made Gladio start laughing again. 

“I’m eating yours too big guy. You owe me after that assault on my person.” Prompto said dramatically. All the while, Gladio was passing out the popsicles. He also then, to Prompto’s amazement, shoved his in his mouth and slid it off the stick. So there was none left. 

“Try stealing it now.” He said, or that’s what Prompto thought he did anyways. It sounded more like, “Mry eeling ee mow.” 

To which, he only rolled his eyes and plopped back down beside Noctis. “I hope you get a brain freeze.”

Noctis had already stopped eating his lunch and was setting it aside in favor of the sugary treat. Prompto was then horrified to hear a crunch come from him, and leveled a glare at him. “Are you really CHEWING on your popsicle dude?”

Noctis only shrugged. “How else do you eat one?”

“With a knife and fork of course. And only AFTER you’ve finished your actual food,” called a voice coming from the doors of the house. The deadpan voice and dry humor could only signal one person. 

Ignis crossed the lawn in a few strides and knelt down by Noctis, who had the decency to look a little guilty. He set to work examining his ankle, shooting Noctis a disapproving look every once in a while.

“You’re all heathens.” Prompto sighed, and ate his treat NORMALLY. 

We’d know

Aranea, Biggs and Wedge reunion

NOT THE PROMPTO WEEK ONE I originally tagged it as such, sorry!

I love that Aranea isn’t really a touchy feely person, but I honestly feel like there’s more to the story of her and Biggs and Wedge. She states they’re not friends, but she trusts them in the game, and so I kind of built on that. 

It had been weeks since she’d seen them.

She sat alone in her chambers, arms crossed as she reclined against the back of the chair and stared at the ceiling. Her face was as bland as she felt. That day, she’d encountered the prince’s trio of guards coming back from Gralea. Sans prince and her friends.

They’d explained what’d happened, and that
they’d lost track of Biggs and Wedge. They’d been surprised the pair weren’t
back at her side already, considering it’d been almost two months of darkness
now.

She’d taken the news well enough, but then made an excuse to
leave their company. She had to prepare for more search and rescue flights, needed
her rest, something like that. She didn’t know what she told them, but she hoped it was something
close to the truth. The last thing she needed was for them to think she was upset. Her trio all denied being friends, because that could be used against them. So, let Gladiolus, Ignis, and Blondie believe that she wasn’t worried about them. That her mind was focused on
the task at hand. If they believed it then so could she.

She breathed slowly in and out, centering herself. Then she
stood, sweeping out of the room with her determination back in place. There was
work to be done. And unless she saw their bodies with her own eyes, she’d hold
onto the thought that they might still be out there, making their way back.

“We’d know,” she muttered to herself as she walked back to
her ship, “We’d know.

Words that had been said by the pair a long time ago. They’d
been young then, 15 at most, and Aranea had just been setting out for her training to
become a Dragoon. Most didn’t survive it. And since she was an orphan like them,
and Biggs and Wedge were legally nothing to her, there’d be no notification of
her death.

They all bumped their wrists against one another as a
goodbye, none of them enjoying long emotional good byes.

“We’d know.” Biggs had said, offering a lopsided smile. “If
you passed on I mean. We’d know.”

“Been through too much for us not to, I think.” Wedge added,
throwing an arm around both their shoulders as they walked her to the train
doors.

She’d only laughed and thrown them a two-fingered salute out
the window as the train had pulled away.

Here in the present, she could only hope that she’d share
that sense with her friends. They’d both been so sure that they were close
enough to know when one of the others had gone out of the world. Growing up
together, they’d always been the more optimistic out of the trio. Trust this.
Hold onto hope of that. She’d never trusted easy, but she sorely wished she
could trust that they were right. That she, like them, would know if they died.

Nothing felt out of place so far, so she kept her eyes on
the horizon for the moment she might see them.

~

More weeks past, and she was still alone.

Aranea stood at the back of the open hatch of her airship,
staring out over the darkened land below. Her eyes were combing over the rock
for survivors. But all she could see were the daemons. Her hand moved up to the
com unit pinned to the lapel of her jacket and pressed the button to speak.

“No sign of anyone, move to the next section,” she said.

The pilot didn’t response, choosing instead to engage the
ships engines and gunning it to the next plot of land they’d be combing
through. Survivors were being found less and less these days. Soon, she knew,
they’d stop sending out search and rescue missions. No point in wasting the fuel
if no one was left.

With her arm looped through a strap to keep her from
falling, she closed her eyes and enjoyed the air rushing by her. There was no
wind in this darkened world. Not even a breeze. The world was stagnant. As if
trapped in time the moment the sun stopped shining. The artificial wind the
airship created was a comfort in such a time. But she couldn’t dwell.

“Go ahead and shut it,” she called through her com.

She opened her eyes and the moment passed. She watched the
back of her ship close, and the air movement disappeared. Another section to
put behind her.

Another one without them.

~

Another week passed, and she sat in her room again, working
on plans for a mass evacuation of Lestallum in case the lights went out there
as well. Honestly, she had to refrain from writing that an evacuation was
pointless, because if Lestallum fell then life itself would end. Airships couldn’t
fly forever. It was a depressing thought and the lack of sleep didn’t help her mood.

But then there was a feeling on the back of her neck, making
her look up from her desk. The feeling left a frown on her face, and got her to
stand. She rubbed the spot as she walked out of the room and down the hall to
the outside. She dropped her arm back to her side once she stepped out the
doors, and surveyed what was going on. A truck of survivors had just arrived at
the encampment near the end of Lestallum.

Her gut was telling her to look for something, but she didn’t
know what.

So, she did. She went from survivor to survivor, some all
the way from Gralea, others picked up along the way, listening to them. There
was a certain peace of mind hearing them.

She knew.

She stood up from where she had been crouched down,
listening to a young girl. Her eyes felt drawn to the back of the truck, and
peace filled her for the first time in months.

Biggs and Wedge were helping a few others out of the back, working
together as if they’d never left. She crossed the distance between them all
easily, and crossed her arms.

“Took you long enough,” she said simply. But they could see
in her eyes the warmth she regarded them with.

“Sorry boss. We had a bit of a set-back.” Biggs said, giving
her a two-fingered salute and another lopsided smile.

Wedge finished helping another child down from the back, the
last person, and then walked over to join them. “We’ll tell you about it over a
drink, yeah?”

With her back to everyone but them, she smiled softly. “That
sounds good.”

As the two passed by her, she raised her arm. Both bumped
their arms against hers, and continued by as if nothing had happened. With a
relieved sigh and another moment to ground herself, she then turned around and followed
them.

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Branded for Life

Episode Prompto Campfire Scene

Prompto Week Day 1 (10/19): Favorite Scene.

Just a written form of this scene. Which is nothing new, but I wanted to give it a try for Prompto week. Might as well, right?

Prompto sat on the cold floor of the cave a stared into the
fire. An empty expression colored his face, hurt only being apparent in his
eyes.

He was alone.

It was such a change from the campfires he’d been around
with his friends. Silent all around him, with only the occasional crackle from
the fire. The smoke coming from the flames ordinarily would have made him
happy. It used to signal another night with friends, of laughs and cheers. But
the smell of smoke was making him sick now, and he dreaded the morning, knowing
the smell would stick to his clothes. The last camp fire he’d been at, they’d
all fallen apart. That’s what he’d remember now, he thought. The smell would always
remind him of the tension between Gladio and Noct. Of Ignis being lost in his
own head without his sight.

Of them just leaving him with his photos of happier times.

A sigh left him, and he shook his head. It wouldn’t do to
dwell on that now. He got up and dug through the supplies that Aranea had
placed here before hand. Inside were cans of food, which he grabbed one and
brought it over to the fire to open. Though he couldn’t really say what it was,
it was better than the gnawing hunger he felt. Once the can was opened, he set
it nearly inside the fire to heat.

It didn’t take long for it to be warm enough to eat. The
gloves he had on only let a comfortable amount of heat through them from the
hot metal of the can, and he ate quietly. Or so he thought. He barely
registered that he was talking until the words were already out of his mouth.

“Almost as good as what Iggy used to make.”

Damned him and his damned mouth. He bit his bottom lip and set
the can off to the side, the thought of Iggy’s cooking killing his appetite. And
with that, he was once again thinking of his friends. His loud, cheerful
friends, who probably weren’t even looking for him.

“Well, at least it’s quiet for a change.” He said to comfort
himself. After all, no one else was going to. For the first time since the city
fell, he was truly on his own. He couldn’t count on Aranea. She was as erratic
as the wind. She’d blown in and out of their lives in the past. It wouldn’t be
a surprise if she left him here.

His closest friend had after all.

With a huff of pain, he looked down at his wrist. His face
pulled into a frown, more hurt than angry. He’d been careful. Or so he thought.
Perhaps Noct had seen the bars somehow. Maybe that was why he’d thrown him from
the train.

Did being an MT make him more despised than Ardyn? It was a thought
that had plagued him since he’d fallen. Noctis had went for him, not the Chancellor.
Chose to push him off instead of the man who killed Luna. That…was hard to come
to terms with.

He truly thought Noctis hated him.

Anger bubbled to the surface, even as tears threatened to
spill over. He pressed his mouth into a tight line, and began to claw at the
barcode. Through the gloves, there wasn’t much harm done. Just enough to
irritate the skin.

“Dammit,” he spat.

Without thinking, his hand shot into the fire and pulled out
a stick, embers burning brightly on one end, while the end in his hand had yet
to catch fire.

Enough to burn it away maybe.

He paused in his motion, moving slowly as he stared down at
the offending mark. He held it as far away from him as possible, the stick held
readily. He began to breath quicker, short gasping breaths, preparing himself.
He hated the mark. If he hadn’t had it, maybe he could have been a normal kid.
Just a Lucian with blond hair. Maybe Noctis wouldn’t have thrown him from the
train, and he wouldn’t be sitting on his ass in the middle of a goddess
forsaken tundra.

He grit his teeth and let the stick touch his arm.

For something that hurt so bad, he managed to keep quiet for
the most part. There had been a shout of pain, but that was it. Once he was
sure that the code had been fully burned, he cast the stick away and covered
the back of his wrist with his free hand. He drew it close to him, still
breathing a little harshly. But it was done.

Small shuddering breaths left him. It could almost be
mistaken for crying. But when he peeked under his hand at the burn, he could
see it still. The barcode. Under the burned skin and the pain, it still
existed. And a laugh left him.

“…Branded for life.”

He couldn’t even rid himself of the thing that made him
hated in the world. Which only made him hate himself more than the mark.

Hidden

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“So what if they see? What do you have to be ashamed of?” with Prompto, maybe? ~P x 

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It gets a bit angsty, so I apologize in advance ^^’ Plus the ending…

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