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[attr=class,bulk] Prompto didn’t seem to know what Ardyn’s goals were or if he would be able to use Noctis to get to their world’s gods, so Yuna let that topic go. It wouldn’t help to speculate on something when neither of them really knew anything for sure. Only Ardyn himself could answer those questions, and getting close enough to ask would be…dangerous. To say the least.
Despite how serious the conversation was, Yuna couldn’t help a startled laugh when Prompto referred to the unsent as ‘monster ghosts.’ “I’ve never heard them called that before but…yes. I suppose you’re right. Some fiends even look like ghosts, but those are rare.” She’d only ever seen them personally in the Cavern of the Stolen Fayth, so maybe they preferred the dark. For his part, Prompto suggested that maybe the sending worked on daemons, which gave Yuna pause. It wasn’t something that she’d considered before, but it had merit. “If daemons were once human, then…they might be similar to the unsent. I hadn’t thought about it in that direction, but you might be right.” She couldn’t test that theory anymore unfortunately since the daemons had vanished along with Ardyn, but hopefully that would remain the case. Then it wouldn’t matter either way.
Prompto’s reaction to Yuna acknowledging that Ardyn had hurt him made her incredibly sad. The way he choked up and tried to hide it suggested that he hadn’t had many chances to talk about it before. Maybe he hadn’t even come to terms with what had happened himself yet. Regardless, he tried to stay strong and change the subject to the stunning view below them, but then he seemed to get self-conscious about the topic and cave in on himself. Yuna’s heart went out to him, and she quickly shook her head. “No, it’s beautiful. I didn’t know anything could be so tall.” Tidus had told her stories of the skyscrapers in Zanarkand, but she had never thought that she’d be able to set foot in something like that one day.
Glancing at Prompto out of the corner of her eye, Yuna let out a breath before looking up at the open sky above them. The roof of the ferris wheel car was glass, and dozens of constellations dotted the sky between the light cloud cover. They were so different from the stars at home.
“Ardyn reminds me of a man from Spira. Maester Seymour. He was one of the highest priests in our temples, and I greatly admired him until he showed who he really was.” Their car was at the very top of the ferris wheel now. The carnival felt so tiny and far away from up here. They might as well have been in a different world from the people having a care-free time below. “He murdered so many, and that’s what everyone always remembers and talks about. But what I’ve always found most painful and hardest to come to terms with is that he forced me to marry him.”
Dropping her head to look at Prompto, Yuna gave him a sad smile. “...So if you ever felt like you wanted to talk about the more personal side of what he's done. I’d listen.”
[attr=class,lyric1]gonna keep on keeping on the only
[attr=class,lyric2]way i know how
[attr=class,bulk] Yuna agreed with him. She didn’t mention his tacked-on apology which was nice of her since he shouldn’t have apologized in the first place. That only made things weirder, and he’d already made it weird enough as it was. He felt like he should say something, but he also felt like if he said something that would just make it even worse in ways that he could only imagine until they happened. Whatever he said, he’d just embarrass himself. He’d ruin everything, and even if it was already ruined, he could always ruin it worse.
So he said nothing. Just made a little noise in acknowledgement. Was that bad too?
It was Yuna that broke the silence. At first, Prompto just stared at his knees. Then she kept talking and Prompto starting looking at her instead and he felt his eyes widen as his own self-pitying anxiety fell away to be replaced by sheer horror.
”He…He made you marry him?”
Prompto’s head was spinning. His problems were nothing compared to that!
”I…I mean…Wait, do you want to talk?” Why was she telling him she’d listen to his problems? After that?”Yeah. Arydn did a lot. A loooooot. But he didn’t make me marry him!”
And now he had that thought in his head. No. Nope. He was not going there. He was not imagining that scene with Ardyn’s piercing yellow eyes and predatory smile and Prompto in a dress because of course he’d be the one in a dress unless it was the other way around and now he was imagining Ardyn in a dress and that was somehow so much worse and-
”Look, I just. I fell off a train because he tricked Noctis into pushing me, and the place I found my way to was like this secret science facility where it turned out I was a clone and Ardyn was taunting me about it and then he like. Hurt me real bad to get to Noctis. And he can’t die when you shoot him in the head. Tried that. Didn’t work.”
His mouth felt dry. Had he told anyone that much? Not someone who didn’t already know it. But somehow, that felt pretty small right now.
”But what matters is…I mean. Are you okay? I don’t know if I’m the best person to talk to, but I can listen.” He scuffed his boots on the floor. ”And…I like you. I want to help.”
[attr=class,bulk] Yuna had meant to relate to Prompto and encourage him to open up with her story, but it seemed like she had side-tracked him instead. He was sweet enough to be horrified for her sake, and Yuna felt her cheeks redden as he asked if she was the one who needed to talk. “Ah…I’m sorry, was that too personal? I only meant to tell a quick story to relate-”
The source of his confusion became clear as he stated in no uncertain terms that Ardyn had never forced Prompto to marry him. Yuna stared at him. And stared some more. Then she wasn’t able to contain herself as she pressed a palm to her mouth to stifle her giggle. “I’m…I shouldn’t laugh, I’m sorry. That would be equally as serious if it happened. It’s only that I wasn’t trying to suggest that was what happened.” Yuna didn’t think she was normally this bad at conveying her intentions, but something about the blond-haired boy just left her at a loss. His thoughts were almost too quick and abrupt for her to follow.
Her uncertainty died though as Prompto started talking about what had happened between him and Ardyn after all. He did it in one long run-on sentence that was probably easier for him to get out without thinking about, but Yuna wasn’t sure if that way was the most conducive to healing. A frown settled on her face as she tried to take in everything he’d said. She wasn’t entirely sure what he meant about being a clone, but that question would have been for her own benefit rather than his. And his feelings were what mattered now.
“...Whatever he said to you, I’m sure the people who care about you would never believe any of it. I hope you won’t either.” Looking up, she gave him a concerned look when he mentioned how bad Ardyn had hurt him. She could read between the lines and see that not all the scars left behind from that were physical. “We’ll make sure that never happens again. And that you can be safe here.”
Prompto turned the attention back to Yuna, and she looked down at the carnival in embarrassment while a small smile touched her lips. “...You’re very kind. Maybe more than you realize.” Folding her hands in her lap, she reluctantly turned her thoughts towards the blue-haired priest who had stalked her pilgrimage. He had seemed so charming and eloquent at first, but now she couldn’t think of him without pity and disgust. And maybe a measure of fear on nights when she was more honest with herself.
“I’m alright though. Maester Seymour was sent to the Farplane. I performed it myself, so he isn’t here anymore.” Yuna felt that she had to start with him being gone. It helped her keep that in mind as she continued. “He was one of the unsent that I mentioned, so he was already dead when we were married. He planned terrible things while alive, but being an unsent always amplifies those qualities.” The compartment suddenly felt a bit too hot, and it took all her temple training to remind herself to breathe normally. In through the nose. Out through the mouth. Summoners always had to be in control of themselves and their emotions.
“My guardians and I…I’m not proud of it, but we fought and killed him several times. And each time he’d come back a little less of himself. So I do understand when you say that about Ardyn.” Glancing over at her companion, she tried to judge how Prompto was doing. “Facing down a man who just comes back…there aren’t words.”
[attr=class,lyric1]gonna keep on keeping on the only
[attr=class,lyric2]way i know how
[attr=class,bulk] Yuna was nice. She was almost too nice with her sad smile and her gentle eyes. She was exactly the kind of woman that you could imagine settling down with and getting a house together, and you’d have just the worst day out at work but then you’d come home and you’d see her smile and it would all fade away because she was there and that was all that mattered. Prompto hadn’t met too many girls like that, and the ones he had hadn’t wanted to talk to someone like him. He was usually left chasing after the ones that wouldn’t even look his way. But Yuna, she was different. Even when he asked her upfront about her problems which were clearly worse than his, she still turned it around.
”Whatever he said to you, I’m sure the people who care about you would never believe any of it. I hope you won’t either.”
”Oh, I uh…” He shook his head. This wasn’t how it was supposed to go. ”I don’t. I mean, I didn’t. And Noctis didn’t think so either. I told him once he found me, and he didn’t care at all. That I’m not really…”Human. That was the word he wanted to use, but it was too heavy so he said ”Lucian” instead. He didn’t think she’d know what that meant, but both were true so it didn’t matter.
”I uh. Don’t think Ignis or Gladio cared either. They didn’t say so, but they heard about it and they were still there so…” Neither of them seemed to think he’d turn on Noctis like an MT so that was good. They’d had a lot more to worry about than him at the time, and that wasn’t really how men talked. There was just a nod of acknowledgement between them, a ’Glad to have you back,’ and that was it. You kind of had to read between the lines with Gladio and Ignis.
”Ardyn just wanted to mess with me. I know that. He messed with the others too. Doesn’t make it true.”
It was a lot easier to know that what he said to Noctis or Gladio or Ignis wasn’t true than it was to know the same about himself. He tried to imagine Noctis hearing what Ardyn had said about him and then he imagined what Noctis would tell him, and that helped. Noctis didn’t think he was useless. He didn’t care where he came from. They were friends. That’s all that mattered.
Yuna called him kind. That made him smile even if he didn’t believe it. He rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly. ”Heh. Thanks,” he said because disagreeing with her would have been too weird. When a pretty girl compliments you, you take it. That was his philosophy anyway.
She went on and told him about herself after that. She said she was alright, but he wasn’t so sure. What she said was…a lot.
It was a lot of words he didn’t know too, but he tried to read between the lines.
The crazy guy who tried to marry her was also a monster ghost. That made it worse somehow and also brought up a lot of questions. Questions that even he knew better than to ask like, “When he tried to marry you, did he look more like a monster or more like a ghost?” and “Why would a monster ghost want to marry someone in the first place?” followed by the next, horrible thought, “What is the relative sexual anatomy of a monster ghost?”
That was enough of that, thanks.
”It sounds like you did all you could,” he said as he struggled to get his mind back on track. Yuna had been hurt. That’s what he should care about. ”By trying to kill him, I mean. I don’t know why you wouldn’t be proud of it. Sounds like more people should’ve tried, honestly.” He rubbed his neck awkwardly. Was he saying the right thing? He didn’t know.
”Maybe we should have tried harder with Ardyn. I mean, once it got to that point, it was just me and Gladio who could do anything, and we both tried. I shot him and Gladio hit him with a sword the size of a tree, but it didn’t do much of anything, and we just…let him go.” Prompto bit his tongue. ”We were worried about Noctis. He was missing. And the way Ardyn just smiled and kept walking…”
He fidgeted. The bench they were on felt too small. He wanted to get up and pace. Tapping his foot would have to do.
”There aren’t words. Yeah.” There weren’t, but he tried for them anyway. ”It just makes you feel so…small, you know?”
Maybe she did. She probably did. She probably knew better than he did, actually.
”Where I came from, it was in real bad shape before this. I’d lost Noctis, and the world was…dark.” He meant that literally, but he didn’t know if she’d take it that way. It didn’t matter. Both ways were true.
”What do you think? About being here? In a lot of ways, it’s like it’s too good to be true. But then…it doesn’t feel true, really. And there’s so much about it that’s just wrong.” He took a breath. ”Part of me wants to sit back and relax and tell myself that it’s all okay, but I don’t know where my friends are and what if they’re in trouble? And everything I left behind was definitely not okay and I don’t think there’s anything I could do to help, but what if there was and I’m here and not helping out and-”
Breathe, Prompto.
”And…I just wanted to know how you felt about it. I…haven’t actually been here that long.”
[attr=class,bulk] Prompto affirmed that he didn’t believe what Ardyn had told him, but it seemed almost more important to him that Noctis hadn’t believed it either. He put a lot of stock into his friend’s opinion. Yuna could sense how close the two must have been, and she hoped that Prompto would be able to find his friends soon. Or at least that he had more luck with them than she’d had with her guardians. She’d only managed to find one so far and-
No. No, she couldn’t dwell on Kimahri now or she’d break down in the middle of her date. That wasn’t where Yuna wanted this night to end even if they’d settled on some serious topics. Too serious for a first date probably, but it was more honest than the stereotypical flirty banter. Somehow she preferred it, and she wasn’t sure what that said about her. Maybe she didn’t even know how to have a good time anymore. If she ever had.
In response to her story, Prompto said they shouldn’t feel guilty about trying to kill Maester Seymour and that maybe more people should have tried. Yuna didn’t quite know what to say to that. He didn’t know the nuances of course—that the Maesters were incredibly powerful and well-respected, or that she sometimes wondered what would have happened if her guardians had never found Lord Jyskal’s sphere. Would things have been different if their hand hadn’t been forced into killing Maester Seymour? Or would it have still ended in a forced marriage and the blue-haired man attempting to use her to become the next Sin?
“Maybe,” she ventured with a sad smile, but she was grateful when he turned the conversation back to Ardyn. He broached that not being able to do anything about the red-haired man had just made him feel small, and that was a good way to put it. She’d often felt small when gazing up at Sin and the destruction that the creature had caused, but learning the truth about Maester Seymour and the temple’s teachings had just hurt. It could be hard to open your eyes when reality was so much more painful than the comfort of lies that had been told to you for your entire life.
Prompto seemed nervous and upset again, so Yuna did her best to lean back into the conversation. He was worrying about how everyone was fairing back home, and she nodded sympathetically when he asked her opinion. “No, I…feel the same way. Caius told me a little about what your world was like before. I’m sorry you had to leave in the middle of that.” He’d told her a lot about the world of ruin actually, but Prompto would find out soon enough that her friend was a thorough and entertaining story-teller. “My world was dangerous, but it was stagnant and had been like that for a long time. I was working to change it, and…truth be told, I never really expected to survive. So building a normal life in a mostly peaceful world has been hard.”
Her plan had always been to die facing Sin, but that would never be the case anymore. She’d made that choice even before coming to Zephon back when they’d faced Yunalesca. She’d vowed then that she would stop putting her faith in hopeless cycles.
“It isn’t impossible though,” she reassured Prompto, smiling as she looked down at the carnival grounds again. The ferris wheel was descending around the circle now, and she thought they’d be disembarking soon enough. “You have to put your faith in the people you left behind, and trust that they’ll continue where you left off until we can find a way home. And don’t worry, there’s more than enough problems here if you don’t think you can just sit back.”
[attr=class,lyric1]gonna keep on keeping on the only
[attr=class,lyric2]way i know how
[attr=class,bulk] Talking to Yuna was…nice. As she spoke, he felt some of his anxiety melt away. Not all of it. Not by a long shot, but it was enough that it could slide comfortably back into his subconscious where it always lived, waiting for its chance to escape. Yuna understood. She understood and she had her own answers. That was really reassuring in its own way.
”Put faith in the people I left behind…” Prompto repeated. He looked down at his knees. ”Yeah. I’ve got a lot of faith in them. They’ll be okay.”
If they weren’t, it wasn’t like he could have done anything to change it. They didn’t need him. Not like they needed Noctis. But Gladio and Ignis…They’d be okay.
He hoped.
The ferris wheel came back around, and they were guided into the landing platform. Prompto couldn’t help a nervous laugh as the car came to a stop, swinging slightly from the leftover momentum. ”Some ride, huh?” he said before the door opened and they were ushered back outside.
The fair which looked so lively and inviting before seemed overwhelming now. All the lights and colors and voices and bustling crowds could have hidden anything inside them though he felt a little better now than before. He was acutely aware of the stars above and the shining moon which was something he most certainly hadn’t been able to see on Eos. It felt like a deep dive into an alien planet. He guessed it kind of was.
Prompto hopped down the ride’s stairs back onto the grass. It hadn’t been a bad night. In fact, it had been pretty good in a lot of ways. In other ways, he guessed that it was still good even if it hurt. He’d learned a lot and looked at himself a little closer. That wasn’t something he liked to do, but it was probably good for him in the long run.
”H-hey, Yuna?” He stopped, leaning back on his heel, rubbing at his neck nervously. ”I, uh. I’m really glad we met. And I r-really liked talking to you. I know it wasn’t a normal date and I kinda screwed it up, but you’re like really nice and p-pretty so…”
Just say it, idiot!
”So. If you wanted to hang out again sometime. That’d be really…cool.”
[attr=class,bulk] Yuna’s words seemed to have brought some comfort to Prompto, and she was happy to see that. It had been part of her job as a summoner to bring hope to the people, but she was a little worried that she had grown rusty at it lately. She was only a healer now, and a mercenary at that. It wasn’t a bad life of course—not by any means. Yuna loved the freedom that Zephon gave her compared to Spira, but there were aspects that she missed. There were even parts of her old self that she missed.
She wondered what her guardians would think of her now.
The ferris wheel car stopped at the platform down below, and Yuna smoothed down her skirt as she disembarked past the carnival workers. Prompto made a joking comment about what a ride that had been, and Yuna laughed a little sadly before looking over at him. “Sorry. I guess that was more honest than people usually get when first meeting.”
The event was as loud and boisterous as ever, and while Yuna had been excited to try all the rides and food stalls before, she was getting ready to call it a night now. Their conversation had been important, but it had still been emotionally draining. She only hoped that Prompto felt the same way and wouldn’t be offended. Their night together hadn’t exactly been the fun date that she had expected, but she still liked him and felt like the evening had been exactly what both of them needed.
Prompto seemed to be on the same page as he stepped back and said he was glad they had met. He seemed nervous again for some reason, and he tripped over his words a little, which confused Yuna until he referred to her as pretty. Her cheeks felt a little hot at the compliment—boys from Spira weren’t usually so forward, but that’s what she’d always liked about Tidus. It clearly didn’t come as naturally to Prompto as it had to the blond Blitzball star, but he was clearly trying, and she smiled at him when he finished.
“...I’d like that. You seem really fun to be around, and I’m sorry this got so serious. I’m glad it happened though.” Yuna wasn’t sure she really did light-hearted anyway, so if Prompto was okay with that, then she was more than willing to give him a second date. As long as she didn’t think too hard about another blond man that she’d left behind in the Farplane on Spira.
“Oh! You’ll need to know how to find me,” she realized, digging through her bag for a moment before coming up with a pad of paper and a pen. In neat and tiny lettering, she listed out two addresses for him, explaining them as she went. “The top one is the Dragonblade’s headquarters here in Torensten. It’s where you can find Caius. I hope he can tell you something about Noctis…” The second one was a little more embarrassing, and her cheeks turned pink as she explained it. “This one is where I live. Come see me if you’re in Provo. I run a smaller offshoot of the Dragonblades there, but it’s more focused on healing jobs than traditional mercenary work.”
Yuna ripped off the page and handed it to Prompto before smiling up at him. “Have a good night, Prompto.” Feeling bold by how deep their talk had gotten, she stood on her tiptoes to plant a light kiss on his cheek, but she hurried on her way before she could really even judge what his reaction had been. If she dwelled too long on it, she was worried that she’d think of Tidus.
[attr=class,lyric1]gonna keep on keeping on the only
[attr=class,lyric2]way i know how
[attr=class,bulk] What was he saying? That’d be cool? Who even said that about a second date! He’d called her nice and pretty which was true and also good probably, but was it too much? And why couldn’t he stop stuttering and get his words straight? There was no way that a girl like her would ever be interested in a guy like him – particularly not when he’d messed everything up so bad. He’d almost cried, for Bahamut’s sake! She’d never-!
”I’d like that.”
”Huh?”
Prompto looked up at her and saw that she was smiling. Her cheeks were red too. Was she embarrassed? Happy? She seemed happy. She called him fun to be around. Prompto felt his heart leap in his chest. She really thought that? She thought he was fun?
Prompto’s face burst into a wide grin, all starry eyed and half delirious with hope. ”Heh. Thanks!” She was digging around in her bag now and she pulled out a paper and pen. Was she about to give him her number? Seriously?
It wasn’t her number. It was the address to the Dragonblades which he’d honestly forgotten about until now and then…
Her address. Her actual real address.
It was probably real, anyway. It had to be, right? Yuna wouldn’t string him along like that. Not unless she really didn’t like him and she just wanted him to go away and-
Nope. Not thinking about that. It was real. It was completely and totally real!
”Y-yeah! I’d love to see you! When I’m next in Provo! I’ll be coming by there soon so…”
Was he supposed to give her his address now? He wished he had one. That would be like super official, but he didn’t so he just trailed off awkwardly, not really sure how to end this. They were ending it here for tonight, right? That’s where this was going? He hadn’t been on a date before so he really wasn’t sure.
She gave him the paper. She told him good night. And then…
Prompto’s eyes widened as her lips touched his cheek.
They were…
She was…
Had she just KISSED him?
His heart stopped and he just stared at her, dumb-struck as she pulled back. ”Wha-...huh?” His mind was completely gone. No words. No thoughts. Nothing. Just her, up so close he could smell the faint scent of sea salt on her hair, and then she was gone. He blinked slowly, wondering if he’d dreamed it, before reaching up to touch his cheek. He felt the faint slick of lip gloss. It had been real. Really truly real.
”Wow…” Prompto stared after her where she’d left. Why had she left so soon? He felt hot – hotter than he had before in the heavy tropical air. Then something clicked and he let out a wild laugh to match his rising euphoria. A girl had kissed him! Wait until Noctis heard about this!
”Yes!” Prompto laughed again and spun around on his heels. With all the colors and lights around him, it felt almost like he was flying. ”She likes me! She has to like me, right? And I’ll see her again and-!” He looked down at the paper to make sure that too was real. It was. There was the address for the Dragonblades and then Yuna’s own in Provo. He touched it just to make sure, but the ink wasn’t dry yet and he smeared it with his thumb.
Oops. At least it was just the Dragonblades address. Not hers. Hers was more important.
He hugged the paper to his chest. He lost a lot of things all the time, but he’d make sure he wouldn’t lose this.
”Just gotta find Noctis,” he said to himself. ”Just gotta help the others and then I’ll come find you, Yuna. I promise.”
He bet she’d like to hear the story about it too. Then they’d laugh and maybe Noctis could even meet her so he knew he wasn’t lying and it would be great. He just had to put in a little more work. That was all.
With his heart alight and a spring in his step, he left the carnival and started out into the darkened streets beyond. Maybe he wasn’t so bad at this whole dating thing after all.
