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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 not too sure he wants to divulge that right now. Being told he’s a prince makes him sick to his stomach, because he’s got a habit of denying it tooth and nail.
Not only that, but Prompto is hanging on to him. A Prompto who is presumably straight. The contact is a bit startling for him, and so he meekly looks away with a huff. ]
Never thought I’d wanna trade off for a sick body again.
[ He sighs, rubbing at his face. ]
Fine, just... I need a minute where I’m not dealing with this.
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Right.
What's something that's familiar and normal to you? Back in where you came from.
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This is possibly his worst nightmare. He isn’t ready for this. He doesn’t want this, and here’s Prompto having no recollection of the relationship they have elsewhere. And it’s not like Noctis can just tell him; this was enough of a bomb to drop on the guy. Who’s been nothing but understanding and eager to help.
Prompto is right here and yet he still misses him entirely. It’s an odd sense of being for him. Noctis rubs at the back of his neck as his eyes glance back to the blonde, unsure of how he’ll sound but it’s not wrong. Ignis is going through the same motions here but he’s equally lost. There’s only so much he can do and yet here stands Prompto, calm as can be despite the news. ]
... Just you.
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[plus, he's not that familiar with noctis's royal family, so to speak.]
[the response to his question ends up catching him by surprise instead, emotion easily deflected by the small but sad smile that prompto offers noctis.]
Yeah? Flattered, dude.
[it's vulnerable; everything about this is vulnerable. noctis is usually the more reserved of the two, which is why prompto takes this as a chance to pull noctis into an embrace, closing the distance between them.]
I'll grab some clothes and we can have a long sleepover. Y'know my folks don't mind. Sounds like a plan?
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Well, this.
This unfamiliar sky he stands beneath, the unfamiliar buildings that scrape through the skies and find a blunt, but transparent wall above them. And apparently he’s responsible for all of it now. There’s hardly a face here that Noctis recognizes, yet they all recognize him. Everything about this whole situation is unstable, but far beyond what he’s prepared for.
Except for Prompto. They’ve both got essentially no one here and here he is, taking the reigns. Because even where he comes from, it’s usually him who has it somewhat together. At least by appearance.
He’s engulfed in Prompto’s embrace and it almost startles him. Knowing full well that they aren’t an item here, this sudden hug is far more than what he’d anticipated. Noctis stands like a deer in headlights for the slightest moment before blinking to his reality and lifting his arms in kind. Prompto suggests they have a sleepover and Noctis hugs a bit firmer because yeah, the last thing he wants is to be alone right now. ]
Yeah.
Sounds like a plan.
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Onwards to my place, then. We'll grab some non-alcoholic stuff to drink and stock up on gross snacks, then we'll chill and play videogames. [before noctis thinks that prompto is forgetting the important thing here, he adds] At least for tonight.
[he gestures vaguely towards the houses]
This way. I'll show you my crib.
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They’ll be fools for one night, give Noct a breather, and keep going tomorrow. He takes a step forward. ]
Right. Lead the way.
[ Even if the intention is to make Noctis not feel like he’s engulfed in disaster, it’s still blatantly foreign to him. Nothing here looks even remotely familiar, with Noctis only recalling bits and pieces of what Insomnia was. But he tries not to linger on the unfamiliarity. He follows Prompto to his home; a modest little house that honestly reminds him of ones he’d seen in Japan. There’s a walkway tailored for taking off shoes before entry, with the interior looking small but warm.
It seems empty, though. Noctis takes his shoes off, taking a step inside to look around. ]
It’s... Dim in here.
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Mom and dad work a lot. They leave early and aren't home much. It's easier for them to sleep at a B&B since work is on the other end of the city. [the logistics don't make much sense, but prompto's not about to burden this noctis with his family issues, considering he hasn't with the crown prince either] Saving up on the electricity bill.
[he grins and flicks on the light switch, doing a quick motion of jazz hands towards noctis as if to say 'let there be light!' before hurrying down the hall and taking a turn into his room.]
[the light only makes the place seem a lot lonelier. dusty surfaces and neat furniture, untouched for the most part, a rather impersonal look to the entire setting by a lack of anything that could hint a family lives here. no photographs, no dishes waiting to be washed, no blankets over the couch, no extra shoes on the entryway.]
[prompto calls out]
Y'can check out m'room if you like!
[because while he putters around getting clean clothes to put into a duffel bag, he doesn't want noctis getting too lost in the lack of details. prompto's room is a little more alive, at least, with photographs stuck to the walls, towers of books and magazines lining the floors because the shelves are too occupied with gadgets and camera parts and pieces. his bed is unmade, and there's a bag of potato chips on the one table, beside his laptop]
Phone charger...
[he's reaching under his bed, tongue stuck out]
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This just feels lonely. As Noctis makes his way down the hall he has to wonder what this Prompto’s home life is like. He can’t help but find familiarity in the sense that Prompto’s family history in Recolle is particularly lonely, given that his mother abandoned him at a young age.
But it’s not like he can ask that or bring it up. Noctis follows Prompto’s suggestion and follows to his bedroom, met with a much lighter view when he sees decorated walls and a lived-in bedroom.
The first thing he notices are cameras. Pictures. Tons of tech parts and gadget clutter that instantly reminds him of Prompto’s bedroom back home. Seems he’s found some semblance of familiarity here that he can cling to. Noctis walks over to the desk, where Prompto’s digital camera sits. The brand is different but it looks nearly the same.
He manages a smile, exhaling a weak chuckle. ]
So you’re a giant technophile and photographer here too, huh?
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[he reaches for the charger cable, sitting up on his knees as he rolls it around his hand to put inside the bag.]
[getting up, he looks around for running shoes and a couple of socks]
[but now that his attention isn't so much on the mental checklist to have everything he needs, he focuses instead on what noctis just said. putting away toothbrush and hair gel inside his bag, the sound of the zipper closing gives momentum to his words.]
...what am I like over where you're from?
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His gaze flits to Prompto for just a moment, then back down to the camera lens he’s picked up. ]
Haven’t seen much of a difference yet, honestly.
[ Well, you know, aside from the big, whopping “you’re in a gay relationship with me” part. ]
Your personality isn’t all that different. Upbringing might be a little different but uh... I can’t really find a huge difference.
[ He sets the lens down, looking over to Prompto again to point at his face. ]
You’re covered in piercings, though. Kinda weird seeing you without them, actually.
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[he turns to look himself over in the mirror]
I don't think I could get a piercing without passing out.
[then back at noctis]
How many?
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Like six.
[ Looking up to the ceiling, he counts on his fingers. ]
Few on your ears, eyebrow, tongue.
[ He'll keep to himself that the tongue ring is his favorite. ]
I'm the one who almost passed out when you convinced me to get one.
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[grabbing his duffel bag and putting it over his shoulder, he moves towards the center of his room.]
Here it's like... don't even dream of doing any body mods. You're royalty, after all. So even if your dad's let you be your own man, so to speak, you can't really do all that many crazy things.
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I could barely do them back home. I hid the one I had under my hair as long as I could.
May not be royalty, but I had... Restrictions, I guess.
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[a pat on the shoulder, and prompto leads the way out of the house, locking up.]
It's not that bad. You got your own place and all.
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Still sucks. You know those Glaives march up and down my hall all night?
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Could have used that information ages ago. What gives?
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[he gestures in kind, loud hand motions]
It's only your first day, and you never said anything! Besides, you're the grumpy prince that tries to act too cool for school. The glaives listen t'your dad, but you got as much authority when things are chill in the city.
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It kept me up all night. I could literally hear their footsteps outside my door.
[ He sighs as he puts his hood over his head. ]
Even when things are chill, I feel like there are eyes all over me. It’s weird.
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[he puts a hand over noctis's shoulder, to show him that he's got prompto support, no matter what]
You could do with talking to your dad some time. Maybe.