It was an odd mixture of anger and sadness, it burned the back of this throat and left him feeling more than just a little unpleasant. But he wasn’t angry at Prompto, he was angry at himself, for being so inadequate with his words that he couldn’t voice his feelings properly. He wanted to tell his friend so many things but everytime he’s even think of trying, that lump of shyness in throat would show up uninvited. So what was he supposed to do, just let Prompto leave, and possibly never see him again—-
“So what, you think being a coward will help- ??”
Surely Prompto should know by now, you can never run from a guy who can warp. The prince was immediately formed before the blond, and gripping his wrist to stop him from using his phone.
“I won’t stand for that, I won’t let this be the last time
I see you. I can’t handle it, there’s too much I’ll regret.
I don’t care if you mess up sometimes,
I don’t care if Ignis get annoyed with you here and there.
I– We need you. Please don’t leave me, not like this.”
he was interrupted by the prince once more, his wrist currently immobile.
how he wanted to just rip his arm away, but he knew that would only cause
more harm. irises that resembled the sky squinted at the other. he wasn’t being
a coward, can’t he see he was only trying to protect him from his future mistakes?
he knew noctis was smarter than that. why was he trying to stop this? what
is his motive. he took in a deep breath, trying to collect himself in this sort of
situation, but man -- was he getting on his last straw with this.
‘ you say i’m a coward, yet this is all just for you. can’t you see that? i want to
protect you. ‘ he needed to keep his composure, he needed the other to know he
wasn’t just doing this out of anger. ‘ you’ll see me again, i promise, i won’t go
anywhere. i trust.. i trust that gladio & ignis would keep you safe, they do
a better job than i do, anyways. ‘ he paused, ‘ you know how much you mean to
me, and i just -- i couldn’t. i couldn’t fucking live with myself if something
happened. do you know how much that fucking scares me? you mean the
WORLD to me, noct. & god forbid i do one thing wrong, if i mess up once,
i could lose you. i can’t have that weight on my shoulders. i couldn’t be the
reason for you getting hurt, or worse, even KILLED. can’t you see that? can’t
you understand? i just.. i want to protect you, if i can’t do it being here, then
i might as well leave & protect you from my mistakes, right? am i wrong? ‘
he cleared his throat, his hands beginning to tremble. he won’t cry -- he shouldn’t be
the one crying here. his free hand lifted up to rub at his watery eye, breathing in a quick
sniffle. ‘ why are you making this so much harder then it has to be, huh? you know
i don’t want to do this. i really, really don’t want to leave, but i have to, i just.. i
have to, noct, i’m no good for this, i’m not made for this. ‘ his breathing turned
shaky, & uneven, he was showing weakness -- a wall that was hard to break down,
his hand moved up to cover half of his face, feeling the wetness drip down from his
eyes. he just wanted to protect him -- that’s all he wanted. to keep the prince safe.
& yet, he won’t even let him do that.
‘ can’t you see -- ? ‘ he squeaked out, trying to get rid of the unnecessary waterworks.
‘ i don’t belong here, i’m too weak. ‘