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[attr=class,lyric1]i am noctis, prince of lucis and
[attr=class,lyric2]king of fishing
[attr=class,bulk] As Caius started telling his story, Prompto muttered an apology for literally nothing, which meant his best friend wasn’t doing so good. Noctis lightly tapped his boot against the other boy’s in a sad show of support, but it was the best he could offer while they were sitting in a booth together. Anyway, he didn’t want to interrupt the kingsglaive. He was obviously having a bad time of it too. Lumina’s scourge was apparently in its advanced stages now, which made Noct wince and direct his eyes down towards his whiskey. He wished he knew what to say. A king should know what to say, but all that came to his mind was ‘that’s rough buddy,’ and he clamped down hard on that before it could come out of his mouth.
“I figured the two of you were like that,” he said hesitantly instead. “I know it’s not like you to blow up. That’s why I wasn’t mad. I’m glad you have her.” The for now went unspoken, but it lingered too loudly in the silence until Noctis had to take a drink of whiskey just to drown it out. Astrals, this sucked for everyone involved. Most of all Caius though, so the prince let him carry on with his story.
At the revelation that the starscourge had apparently melded with a different parasite, Noctis gave Prompto a look of alarm. That was beyond bad. That was horrifying. “You’re kidding. Is that rare here, or do we have to worry about an epidemic of both of these spreading around?” It probably wouldn’t make Caius feel better if Lumina had the only case, but Noctis didn’t even want to think about what would happen if a stronger version of the starscourge became permanent. That was nightmare-inducing.
Caius said that he was his friend and that he didn’t want Noct to think less of himself for not being able to help. The prince finally raised his head from his drink to look at him as he self-consciously rubbed the back of his neck. That would be…hard to internalize when all he’d done since Insomnia had fallen was blame himself. He appreciated the man’s intention though, so he gave him a small smile that was more genuine than before. “Thank you. Really. I have been thinking though. Ever since that night. If your king-...if I destroyed the scourge. I’m no Oracle. I don’t think it would be like what Luna can do.” Could do. Noctis paused for a moment, choked by the accidental present tense before he continued. “So I keep coming back to the same possibility. Ardyn.”
Noctis glanced at Prompto out of the corner of his eye, aware that this conversation was going to upset him. They had barely talked about the chancellor of Niflheim, and for good reason. For one, rescuing Ignis and Gladio was obviously the priority. For another, even Noct wasn’t sure what all Prompto had gone through at his hands. Not when they’d found him strung up in Gralea. The man was a literal monster.
“He wanted me to take the crystal’s power and come back. And if he’s the reason the scourge is spreading here…then I think we’ll find an answer with him.” No one would like it, but all signs for stopping the scourge pointed to the red-haired daemon. His ancestor. It still made his skin crawl to remember, but he had to remember it. Or he wouldn’t be able to face him.
Caius confided that if he couldn’t find a solution, then he intended to kill Lumina to save hundreds of other lives. And if that failed…
Noctis let out a breath, but nodded his head immediately. “We’d help if it came to that.” After the empire, they were no stranger to killing humans who had been twisted beyond recognition. For all that Ravus had done, Luna’s brother had deserved a better ending than that. “But don’t feel like you have to fend for yourself before that. Once Ignis and Gladio are out, you can come to us if you need anything.” Assuming they all survived this breakout of course, but that concern seemed secondary right now.
[attr=class,lyric1]i am noctis, prince of lucis and
[attr=class,lyric2]king of fishing
[attr=class,bulk] Noctis glanced over at his best friend in surprise as he got straight to the point by asking why they were there. That was pretty curt for Prompto. The blond man looked fairly tense too, and he hadn’t even touched the drink in front of him yet. Liquor wasn’t Prompto’s favorite, but he’d usually take a drink or two at least. Maybe he was feeling anxious about being back in Seventh Heaven after everything that had happened. Noctis would have to ask him later. He didn’t have a good way to check on Prompto right now, but hopefully he’d be able to make it through this meeting.
Caius had a lot to say though, so Noctis turned his attention to the former kingsglaive instead. He looked pretty exhausted, and the prince had to wonder what he’d been up to if he hadn’t been traveling. The blond man left that aside for now though, and instead he bowed his head towards both of them and apologized. A frown crossed Noct’s face, and he quickly shook his head to show that it was okay.
“I get it. The king you know…fulfilled the prophecy and took care of the starscourge.” It sounded weird even saying that out loud and knowing that it was him. Ardyn had shown him time and time again how powerless he was. He wasn’t worthy of that kind of title yet, and maybe he never would be now that they were all trapped here. “So it makes complete sense that you’d come to me. I just wish I knew how to help.” Except maybe he did have some idea. He wasn’t an oracle like Luna. There was only one way he could have destroyed the starscourge, and the path clearly laid with Ardyn. His future was tangled up with that of the daemonic chancellor, as much as that made him sick to think about.
His fingers tightened around his glass, and he took a sip of whiskey to hide the twitch. Meanwhile Caius went on to explain that he needed to come back to Sonora very shortly after the breakout plan. For him to do something that dangerous, it wasn’t hard to put two and two together on why he’d risk it. “That woman you mentioned who’s infected. Lumina. She lives here?” That would explain why Caius looked so pale and drawn. That told him all he needed to know about how it was going. “Is she…still okay?”From Caius’ reaction, he had a feeling the two were more than just friends, but that part was none of his business really.
[attr=class,lyric1]i am noctis, prince of lucis and
[attr=class,lyric2]king of fishing
[attr=class,bulk] Prompto actually apologized for applying to the crownsguard, but before Noctis could even unpack that, he also mentioned that people from the palace had given him a hard time. “Seriously?” He shouldn’t have been surprised. Other than Ignis and Gladio, no one had even pretended to understand his decision to move out of the citadel. He’d hoped they’d have the decency not to bother his friends about it though. Apparently not.
“You didn’t steal me from my dad,” Noctis muttered, his eyes dropping down to the ring on his finger. “The wall and the prophecy did that way before you came into the picture.” That was heavier than he usually liked to be, but it was the truth. Maintaining the wall had been slowly killing his dad, and there had been nothing Noct could do about it. Then the king had always encouraged him to live a more normal life. He had been the first prince in generations to attend a public school, and his dad hadn’t fought his decision to get his own apartment either. Noctis couldn’t say that he regretted spending time outside of the citadel, but it did hurt to remember how much he had been avoiding his father.
Still, Noct couldn’t help but laugh weakly at Prompto’s description of his first training session with Gladio. “Yeah, that’s pretty much how it goes. You’re pretty slippery at least.” It was his friend’s greatest skill on the battlefield outside of his tech skills. He’d always assumed that Ignis had helped him with that, but maybe it had developed more naturally from dodging Gladio’s blows. That would do it too.
Prompto apologized again, and this time Noctis intercepted and shook his head. “Honestly it might be better you didn’t tell me. I might have been mad,” he admitted. “Since it was already too late, I was just upset. The crownsguard don’t really quit or switch jobs. I didn’t want you to be stuck around the citadel for the rest of your life like-...”Like me.
The wine was making him far too honest. Noctis let out a slow breath before waving his hand. “I guess it doesn’t matter now that we’re here. We’re like anyone else. No princes or guards.” Just a year or two ago, it would have been everything that Noctis wanted on a silver platter. Now, with his dad dead and his kingdom in ashes, he just felt like a failure. He couldn’t even try to save Insomnia, and if Caius was to be believed, then Eos was being plunged into darkness right now. He’d never wanted to embrace responsibility so much now that he no longer had any. It was a cruel irony.
“So don’t feel like it’s all on you. We’ll find somewhere to stay here and work out what to do for Ignis and Gladio, okay?” He definitely needed to write to Caius and Alex to let them know he’d found Prompto at least.
[attr=class,lyric1]i am noctis, prince of lucis and
[attr=class,lyric2]king of fishing
[attr=class,bulk] Caius dropped down to the sand to catch his breath when Noctis did, and the prince had to laugh a little at the pair of them just huffing and puffing on the beach. They really had gone all out. Maybe more than they should have for a spar, but the kingsglaive had formally requested that he not hold back, and Noctis had wanted to oblige. He didn’t regret it either. Now he knew that calling the full armiger on Zephon drained his magic dry.
Caius bowed his head to him when Noctis complimented his skills, and then he moved to show the prince a nasty-looking scar at the very top of his chest. “Ouch,” he winced in sympathy, noting the slight glow of magic still laced in it. “Daemonic? I thought the one on my back was bad.” He didn’t often joke about it honestly—it was the wound that a Marilith had given him as a kid after attacking the car he was in. It had nearly left him paralyzed until he’d been sent to Tenebrae to heal. Luna and her mom were the only reason he could walk, let alone fight. That was another reason why everything that had happened to Tenebrae had hurt so much. Noctis had owed them his life, and he’d never been able to repay it.
Caius suggested that he continue working on the armiger with his allies, and Noctis nodded his head slowly. “Maybe I can try to get used to it. I just wasn’t expecting it to be any different than usual.” Privately he wasn’t sure if the armiger was meant to be used here with how draining it had been, but practicing with it wasn’t a bad idea. As long as he wasn’t in a situation where it would be dicey if he lost consciousness of course.
Caius barked at Vordun to stop chasing a chocobo, and Noctis leapt to his feet as soon as he laid eyes on the yellow bird with a saddle on its back. “Oh hell, the chocobo I rented.” He’d lost track of it after the initial sight of Vordun had frightened it into running down the beach, and somehow with everything that had happened he had forgotten that maybe he should have been looking for the poor bird. Finding a kingsglaive from the future had been pretty distracting after all.
After Vordun flopped down in the sand, Noctis managed to latch onto the reins and stroke the bird’s neck. “Hey, sorry buddy. I hope you’ve had an okay afternoon at least.” In an attempt to make it up to the chocobo, he pulled a handful of gysahl greens out of the armiger and let the bird munch on them as Caius came up to bid him farewell.
“Absolutely. Let me know if you ever want to spar again. Maybe I won’t even pass out on you next time,” he said with a slight grimace before getting a more serious expression. “It really was nice to meet you, Caius. I guess I’ll be heading to Sonora now. I’ll write to you if I manage to find Prompto and learn anything more about Ignis and Gladio. The Dragonblades guild, right? I’m sure I can find the address to write to you there.” He had a long journey ahead of him to the north, but it would be worth it if he could finally reunite with his friends.
[attr=class,lyric1]i am noctis, prince of lucis and
[attr=class,lyric2]king of fishing
[attr=class,bulk] Noctis had been surprised when Tifa contacted them to let them know that Caius was looking to meet up again. He hadn’t seen anything of either him or Alex since the disaster planning session that took place at the bar. The prince had been planning to reach out to both of them soon since he and Prompto were nearly done with preparations to infiltrate the prison, but he hadn’t been looking forward to it much honestly. There was a lot of bad blood between Alex and Prompto now that might never be cleared up, and then Noctis just felt like he had let Caius down. He wasn’t the king that the mercenary remembered. He knew that, but it had still hurt to see the usually calm and collected kingsglaive get riled up over how useless he was.
He wouldn’t do anything until Ignis and Gladio were safe of course, but it made him want to rethink his next steps. Noct needed to get stronger, or at least to learn more about the prophecy he was supposed to fulfill. And both of those paths seemed to lead to one person. Thoughts of finding Ardyn had been lingering in the back of his mind, but he knew better than to voice them to Prompto. His best friend would just freak out at him, and probably for good reason. Not to mention that the jailbreak came first, so Noctis had just been letting things simmer until Tifa had delivered the note.
The bell overhead signaled their arrival back at Seventh Heaven, and Noctis let out a breath of relief at the warm air that greeted them. Snow flurries blew in after them until the door was shut, so the prince did his best to scuff his boots on the mat before raising a hand to where Caius was seated in a corner booth. It was an off time in the early afternoon, so the bar was nearly empty, which gave them plenty of space to talk. Even if Noctis found himself nervous about what the topic would be. Still, he did his best to keep a neutral expression as he unzipped his coat and made his way over to the blond man.
“Hey,” he greeted the kingsglaive, sliding into the booth across from him. “I wasn’t sure if you’d gone back to Torensten for a bit or not.” He automatically scooted over to take the spot closest to the wall, having dealt with crownsguard protocol for his entire life. Come to think of it, Prompto might not have cared as much as Ignis or Gladio though if he wanted to sit in the open. It was just habit.
Drinks were already set out for both him and Prompto, and Noctis gave him a half-smile at the sight. “Thank you. I’m scared if we’re starting off with whiskey though.” That didn’t bode particularly well, but he’d let Caius take this at his own pace. Noctis took a sip of the drink, letting the liquor warm him up after the frigid walk to the bar. Ignis might have been a little unhappy that they hadn’t seen the drinks get made, but he didn’t exactly think Caius was out to poison them. He probably wanted a difficult conversation though, and that made the drink a welcome gift.
[attr=class,lyric1]i am noctis, prince of lucis and
[attr=class,lyric2]king of fishing
[attr=class,bulk] Prompto protested that being a crownsguard wasn’t a job for him, and then he made a joke that he’d never even gotten paid. Noctis nearly choked on his wine, and he brought a hand up to his face to cough a little as he laughed. “I never even thought about that. I bet the crown owes you three a fortune in back pay.” Odds are that would never get paid out though. Not unless Insomnia was restored and its economy rose from the ashes. Suddenly the joke seemed less funny when Noctis thought of it that way.
Prompto went on to say that half the time he forgot he even was a crownsguard. “I do too,” the prince admitted, glancing across the table at him. “But I think that’s a good thing. Even Gladio and Ignis make it hard to forget.” He loved them of course, but they would always put his safety and their duty above what he wanted. It was just what they’d both been raised to prioritize. Not so much with Prompto, and that was refreshing as hell when it came to his guards.
“Honestly, I wasn’t sure how to feel when I heard you wanted to be a crownsguard,” Noctis said, rubbing the back of his neck with his gloved hand. “Not because I didn’t want you around or anything. I just…liked having someone who wasn’t connected to the palace. And I didn’t know how that would change things between us.” Not as much as he’d thought it would, and it was good that Prompto knew how to defend himself now. His worries had probably just been Noctis being self-conscious about losing the only person who was around him simply because they wanted to be. That was hard to come by when you were a prince.
Prompto brought up his vows, and Noctis glanced away as he mentioned his dad. “That’s what phoenix downs are for,” he said weakly, so he didn’t have to dwell on Prompto’s crownsguard initiation. That ceremony had been one of the last times he’d seen his dad. “I don’t mind making them. Especially if it keeps you from getting hurt.”
His friend was staring at his cocoa, and Noctis lowered his own eyes when he realized that Prompto looked close to tears. “You won’t let me down,” he said quietly. “You’ve always been there for me. Even after I threw you off a train.” He didn’t know if he wanted to talk about Ardyn now, but he was willing to touch on it. “We’re doing this together. Even if it all goes to shit, that’s not just on your shoulders. It’s on mine too.”
[attr=class,lyric1]i am noctis, prince of lucis and
[attr=class,lyric2]king of fishing
[attr=class,bulk] Caius jumped backwards to avoid the armiger, but before Noctis could move in to continue the fight, the kingsglaive held up his sword between them and demanded for the prince to stop and rest. Well shit. Apparently it was obvious what was going on even from the outside.
For once, Noctis didn’t need to be told twice to do something. He’d known immediately that something was wrong when he’d conjured the armiger, so he relented to Caius and dropped the magic before it was completely finished. The royal arms all disappeared in a flash of blue sparks, and exhaustion hit Noct like a truck as soon as it was over. He ended up sitting down in the sand without entirely knowing how he’d gotten there. “Sorry,” he managed to say between heavy breaths. “It’s not usually like that. Haven’t pulled that out here yet.” He wondered again what the problem was. None of his other magic had given him any trouble on Zephon. Maybe the armiger just used too much too far from the crystal. There wasn’t much he could do to fix that. It looked like he better only use the armiger during emergency life or death situations on Zephon, which was pretty devastating given everything that they’d gone through to collect the royal arms.
“Didn’t mean for it to end like that,” the prince added a bit ruefully as he looked over at Caius. “You’re really good with that sword though. You’d give Gladio a run for his money.” That didn’t seem like enough for depriving the kingsglaive of the chance to test himself like he’d wanted, so he gave the blond man a weak smile. “Seriously. Without magic, you’d have had me pretty quick. I can tell you’ve fought in plenty of battles.” Noctis himself probably had a long way to go before his power approached the king that Caius knew. At least it sounded like he had ten years to get there.
“I’m just glad I was fighting you when I figured out that the armiger doesn’t work great here,” Noctis added with a grimace. “That would have been really ugly if I’d tried that during our prison break for the first time.” Thank the astrals for that at least. He wouldn’t have been able to forgive himself if he’d spoiled the rescue mission by needing to be carried out.
[attr=class,lyric1]i am noctis, prince of lucis and
[attr=class,lyric2]king of fishing
[attr=class,bulk] Cindy described Prompto’s tendency to ramble about photography as simply taking pride in his work, and that instantly earned her some points in Noctis’ book. She might never return his best friend’s crush, but she was good for him. Prompto could use a girl who knew how to take his insecurities and turn them around. The two of them would have the prince’s blessing if it ever did work out, but he honestly had no idea how Cindy felt about Prompto, and he didn’t want to meddle too much. His friend would be horrified if he thought Noctis was setting them up or anything like that. It was best to leave it up to them even if that meant they might progress as slowly as a car being pushed.
Cindy reaffirmed that she wasn’t going to yell at him for the Regalia being destroyed when it was outside of his control, and Noctis let his head fall a little as he suddenly had a hard time looking her in the eye. Damn it if he wasn’t getting emotional for the car all over again. Everything had just been a string of losses ever since Insomnia had fallen. “It feels like I did a lot wrong in Gralea. But thanks Cindy.” He didn’t need to dump his own fears and insecurities on the mechanic, and she definitely didn’t need to hear about Ardyn. He didn’t want that monster anywhere near the cheerful blonde woman. It was still nice to hear that she thought the four of them had done some good for Lucis though. Now if only he could get back and fix the starscourge.
She didn’t give him some platitude about how it would be nice if he brought the other three by—she said that he damn well better return with them, and that made the prince chuckle under his breath. “I definitely will then. And you’re right, I don’t think we ever just hung out when you weren’t working. We should change that once everyone’s back together. This place isn’t exactly in a crisis like Eos.” The only thing moving Noctis forward right now was that he needed to find Prompto in Sonora and they all needed to rescue the other two. After that…it would be quiet until they managed to find a way back home. He wasn’t sure how he would handle peace.
“We could go camping or something. Usually Gladio would set up while I caught dinner, Prompto took pictures of everything, and Ignis-...” Come to think of it, there was at least one other drastic change that he needed to warn Cindy about.
“Ignis…lost his eyesight,” Noctis admitted, rubbing the back of his neck. He couldn’t believe he’d told her about the car first before his life-long friend. Ignis had been there for him since almost before the prince could remember. It was hell watching him struggle to do the things he used to love to do. “I just didn’t want you to be surprised.” Noctis suddenly felt like he didn’t have any good news for Cindy at all, and maybe he didn’t. They were alive. That was about it.
[attr=class,lyric1]i am noctis, prince of lucis and
[attr=class,lyric2]king of fishing
[attr=class,bulk] Prompto looked a bit like he was struggling after Noctis called them brothers, so now it was the prince’s turn to busy himself with his wine and pretend he didn’t notice any tears. Eventually his friend got it together enough to thank him, but Noctis just shook his head. “It’s the truth.” Simple, but he didn’t have anything else to add. He’d meant every word.
Prompto suddenly confessed in an outpouring of words that he was really anxious to be the only crownsguard around Noctis. It sounded like he felt like he had to do it all, which made the prince frown in surprise. He hadn’t really thought about Prompto feeling like it was all on his shoulders to protect him now. He hadn’t seen much of the blond boy’s crownsguard training, so to him, traveling with Prompto just felt like being on a trip with his best friend. But maybe Prompto took his oaths more seriously than Noct had realized. It was a strange realization.
“Ignis would tell you otherwise, but you don’t have to protect me too much. I do alright,” Noctis said with a slight upturn of his lips. That was the biggest lie after Gralea, but they both seemed determined not to dwell too much on what was happening to Eos right now. They had to take things one step at a time. “I don’t expect you to be them. Just be you. You’ve never let them down.” Except for maybe that time he’d crashed the Regalia in Duscae, but Prompto probably didn’t need to be reminded of that right now.
“Maybe we won’t do things as good as they would, but I know we’ll get it done.” Noctis wasn’t even trying to sound confident necessarily. It was just that, to him, there were no other options. He’d never leave Ignis and Gladio behind, so it was rescue them or die trying. Somehow he didn’t think Prompto would want to hear that part though when he was already freaking out about being a good crownsguard and protecting Noctis.
“For real though. I know…this is a job for you too now. But I’m just glad you’re here.” It was a little strange treating Prompto like a crownsguard, but that’s what he was. Even if he didn’t seem all that confident in his role yet.
[attr=class,lyric1]i am noctis, prince of lucis and
[attr=class,lyric2]king of fishing
[attr=class,bulk] Cindy seemed to find it funny that Prompto took pictures during combat, which made Noctis chuckle a bit too. He got so used to his friends’ antics that he sometimes forgot how ridiculous they all were. “Yeah, his combat selfie game is pretty on point. I’m sure he’d love to show you some of them. If it gets too much, just tell him though. He can go for a while when you let him.” The prince didn’t mind since photography was something his best friend loved to talk about, but it was better to warn Cindy up front. The blond boy always took it in stride at least if you asked him to tone it down.
The mechanic joked that of course Prompto would be thrilled to see her because anyone would be, and Noctis shook his head with a faint smile. “I know better than to say anything.” Honestly though, Cindy really was a breath of fresh air to run into. She just didn’t need him to tell her that. It would sound too much like he was about to go off on a suicide mission if he started complimenting people. It just wasn’t something he normally did much.
Come to think of it, rescuing Ignis and Gladio might have counted as a suicide mission, but he wasn’t going to think about that.
Cindy reacted better than Noctis thought she would to the Regalia being destroyed. “I thought you might yell at me,” he admitted, rubbing the back of his neck with his gloved hand. “I’d probably deserve that.” She’d put hours into that car after all, so he wouldn’t blame her for being mad. Or maybe Noctis just wanted someone to yell at him for it since he blamed himself for everything that had happened in Gralea. That was something for him to work out with himself though. He shouldn’t put his own guilt on Cindy.
The mechanic expressed her confidence that if anyone could fix what was happening on Eos right now, it was the four of them. It was good to hear that since it reminded Noctis that he didn’t have to do everything alone. Heir to the Lucian throne or not, he had a network of people he could rely on if he just asked. It was easy to forget that sometimes.
“Thanks Cindy.” Noctis cleared his throat to hide that he had been getting a little worked up. “Maybe we’ll run into you in Sonora if you go up there for car parts sometimes. If not, I’ll definitely have to bring the others by when we come back south.” If everything went well and they were all still alive, but that was the unspoken truth in the air.
