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kittycaterer) wrote2018-04-20 10:10 pm
kittycaterer) wrote2018-04-20 10:10 pm
Recolle AU/OU COMBO BREAKER PSL - Prompto, Ignis and Noctis
[ Often times, Noctis would wonder when he would become like the normal citizens of Recolle. When he would become blissfully numb and unaware of the oddities that often fell upon those who lived there. With the Retrospec app comes the strange awareness of everything, and when it's taken away? Nothing.
He watched Gladio go from being in disbelief to the world around him to being completely unphased. As if he didn't even notice anything. Often times, Noctis wishes the same would come of him. The second he opens his eyes to an unfamiliar apartment and equally unfamiliar bed, he realizes he's not even one step closer to that.
The alarm buzzing from the cellphone on a nearby nightstand is unfamiliar as it yanks Noctis from a dead slumber. His eyes open to the morning light spilling through the windows, and he rolls to his side to turn off the offending sound.
It's not his phone.
Noctis sits up quick to try and figure out how to turn it off. It's a smart phone, but not at all like the one he has. When it shuts off, he's met with a wallpaper. Himself and Prompto; not weird, but...
They're wearing uniforms in it. Prompto grinning his usual, stupid grin with his hair matted down, a green-striped tie loose around his neck in a blueish blazer. Noctis' hair is significantly shorter in this picture. Prompto and him never went to school together. He's only known him a couple years at best. It's then that a text message comes through, the name not unfamiliar but.
Definitely unexpected.
Dad:
Noctis, it is 12:30.
You were to be here for briefing at 10, as we discussed.
Son, I understand you are newly graduated, but please remember your duty.
You are two days from 20 years and no longer a child.
I've sent Ignis to retrieve you.
- Message sent Sunday, August 28th M.E. 755 12:30PM ]
What?
[ Noctis' eyes go wide, looking at the phone as if something has started to crawl through it. Not only is he being told he's 19 years old, but duty?
What?
He rips the blanket off of him and jumps out of bed. He's only in his boxers, but he doesn't think about that when he yanks the curtains open to see that this is not the city that he is familiar with. This obviously isn't his penthouse in Recolle, and this...
This looks like... ]
... This... Isn't right...
[ Oh god. Oh no. Oh no, this is Insomnia. ]
He watched Gladio go from being in disbelief to the world around him to being completely unphased. As if he didn't even notice anything. Often times, Noctis wishes the same would come of him. The second he opens his eyes to an unfamiliar apartment and equally unfamiliar bed, he realizes he's not even one step closer to that.
The alarm buzzing from the cellphone on a nearby nightstand is unfamiliar as it yanks Noctis from a dead slumber. His eyes open to the morning light spilling through the windows, and he rolls to his side to turn off the offending sound.
It's not his phone.
Noctis sits up quick to try and figure out how to turn it off. It's a smart phone, but not at all like the one he has. When it shuts off, he's met with a wallpaper. Himself and Prompto; not weird, but...
They're wearing uniforms in it. Prompto grinning his usual, stupid grin with his hair matted down, a green-striped tie loose around his neck in a blueish blazer. Noctis' hair is significantly shorter in this picture. Prompto and him never went to school together. He's only known him a couple years at best. It's then that a text message comes through, the name not unfamiliar but.
Definitely unexpected.
Dad:
Noctis, it is 12:30.
You were to be here for briefing at 10, as we discussed.
Son, I understand you are newly graduated, but please remember your duty.
You are two days from 20 years and no longer a child.
I've sent Ignis to retrieve you.
- Message sent Sunday, August 28th M.E. 755 12:30PM ]
What?
[ Noctis' eyes go wide, looking at the phone as if something has started to crawl through it. Not only is he being told he's 19 years old, but duty?
What?
He rips the blanket off of him and jumps out of bed. He's only in his boxers, but he doesn't think about that when he yanks the curtains open to see that this is not the city that he is familiar with. This obviously isn't his penthouse in Recolle, and this...
This looks like... ]
... This... Isn't right...
[ Oh god. Oh no. Oh no, this is Insomnia. ]
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[he's a little lost himself at the way noctis reacts. prompto reaches out but too late; noctis is already on the floor, looking bewildered. he gives his boyfriend a quizzical look]
Are you okay? What happened?
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Since when was Prompto gay for him?!
Noctis looks around, absolutely lost. ]
Am I okay? I don’t even know where I am—
Were you just—
[ Kissing him??????? ]
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What do you mean? If you're forgetting things again, then--
[he gets up from the bed, somewhat alarmed, in just his boxers, walking over to noctis]
Can you breathe fine?
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Noctis feels absolutely out of place. Practically naked in front of his best friend, who’s supposedly concerned about him forgetting things again and it makes zero sense to him. Prompto asks if he can breathe and that makes even less sense to him. He quickly looks around the room, finding a corner full of pill bottles and an oxygen tank.
He looks even more confused. ]
What is this place? This isn’t my apartment.
[ He leans to the side, looking out the large penthouse window. And the skyline is completely unfamiliar. ]
Astrals...
[ He walks past Prompto towards the window, looking out. ]
This isn’t Insomnia, what is even going on?
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... crown prince, Noctis Lucis Caelum?
[and you fucking said that we weren't the people from our memories!!!]
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Who else would I be?
[ What the fuck???? ]
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[he bites at his bottom lip, looking down and feeling self-conscious, putting his hands and arms in front of himself]
Sorry.
[uh]
[this is like talking to a stranger]
So, this isn't... Insomnia?
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His expression, however, softens. Back to just confusion, if not a bit of fear. ]
Then where... Am I?
[ Prompto looks stung, and he’s not sure how to approach this. He’s still a little startled that Prompto was kissing him. ]
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[he frowns, then looks down at his feet, shuffling them]
Hold on. Imma call in sick today and we can try and sort this out.
[he walks over to the side table to grab at his phone, going about real quick to text his bosses; vomiting and diarrhea yeah it's pretty bad so sorry...]
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R-Right...
[ Prompto’s calling out. They’ll figure this out. Noctis is briefly left to his own devices and he walks over to the dresser housing dozens of bottles of pills and an oxygen tank leaning against it. He picks one up, turning it over. The names of the pills are long and hard to parse, tons of them. All... With his name on them?
The adjacent mirror catches his eye. And what he sees is... Horrifying.
Noctis takes a step back, not at all recognizing what he sees. He’s so much thinner. His hair is long and tied back in a bun, skin even paler white. Noctis’ eyes widen and his stomach sinks when he realizes there’s this dull ache in his chest. He runs his hand over his face, his stomach. ]
What... What happened to me?
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[... he has half a mind of wanting to ask everyone on the network about this, but then noctis speaks.]
[it takes him a moment to realize what he means]
... the you from here is pretty sick. Since he was a kid. Got hospitalized a lot, was in a coma once... [he glances down at his phone, biting down at his lip] You're doing much better. He -- Y'know what I mean.
[looking up again, he sets his phone down.]
How do you feel? In general.
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He looks at his hands, backing up until he falls to sit at the foot of the bed. ]
Tired.
[ He pauses. ]
Well... Moreso than usual.
[ He fell into a coma? He’s been hospitalized? Noctis looks down and sees a rather grisly scar on his stomach that he can only deduct is due to surgery or something. But he doesn’t feel like himself at all. Noctis starts to look totally broken, completely lost. ]
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[usually, he'd embrace noctis and tell him that he loves him, reminds him that they've got each other. but these isn't how the chemistry with this noctis works. prompto doesn't want to cross any lines and make things -- well, awkward.]
You got me, buddy. I don't know how we're gonna do it, but we'll figure this out and things will go back to normal. I promise.
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His hands lower as Prompto consoles him, brow still knit until it softens. How awkward must this be for Prompto, who had previously started this morning by kissing him and covering him with affection and Noctis is reminded of one of the many questions he has. He turns his gaze to look at him, head tilted. ]
Are... Are we a couple?
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[quietly, feeling a little -- overwhelmed by the admission. his throat tightens, because although this looks like noctis, it's not his noctis, and holy shit, is he going to be able to get him back?]
[his hand pulls back slight, back to rest on his lap]
Sorry. We, uh, it's...
[frowns]
Don't worry about it.
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Noct’s heart aches a little there. Prompto’s sad face is equally as devastating as it is where he comes from. His head is full of so much crap right now that he can’t parse his own feelings, but he can’t stand to see Prompto down like this either.
Except he’s even worse at vocalizing emotions than the Noctis he’s used to. ]
N-No, it’s—
I was just... Wondering where the kiss came from.
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We're pretty into each other, I guess.
[what he does is wrap his arms around noctis, pulling him into an embrace]
Don't be upset, Noct. Things will work out.
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He’s not sure what to say. Or what to do. Noctis is an entire universe away from his home and he can’t be relieved if the Noctis who belongs here is stuck there. The second he even opens his mouth, he feels Prompto’s arms wrap around him and he freezes for a moment.
Noctis can see their reflection in the mirror across the room. They’re both in their underwear, him thinner than sin and white as paper. But Prompto... Is attracted to him. He sees it. And he feels this outpouring of affection that isn’t totally unlike what he’s used to but it’s significantly more in its delivery.
There’s this feeling of vulnerability that hits him. His expression falling into something sad and weak. But he finds comfort in this. That his best friend is another universe away just... Right here.
Noctis hesitates before his hand curls around one of Prompto’s forearms, expression settled until he hides it entirely in his hair. ]
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[he says quietly, relieved that noctis is hugging him back and seems to be a little more relaxed.]
There's nothing urgent going on, right? There's no need to panic -- just yet, right?
[the hug draws closer, and prompto rubs his hand up and down in soothing motions over noctis's back.]
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Prompto is warm. He’s cold. He feels that warmth soak into his bones. ]
We’re in the middle of a war, but...
Nothings happened yet. I don’t know.
[ His hair smells nice... ]
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[he nods against noctis, drawing back slowly]
--does that help?
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Guess so.
... Thanks, Prompto.
[ A bit softer: ]
You’re... Surprisingly no different here. I’m glad.
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Just surprised me. I don’t mind it.
[ Noctis shrugs. ]
I’ve kissed you before it just wasn’t serious.
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...I mean, I guess I can believe it.
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