Noctis Week Day 7: Happy Birthday, Noctis
Prompto pools his resources for Noctis’s birthday and absolutely owns the birthday game.
Promptis. Fluff. AO3. Special thanks to @evil-rainbow-sunshine for the early read.
(listen to Sparkle from the Your Name soundtrack to set the ~mood~)
The whole thing started with an off-hand comment from Noctis, in the middle of their literature class. They were studying some ancient playwright who compared some unknown lover’s eyes to the starfields standing watch over the deserts of Leide.
Prompto wasn’t sure if the comparison was supposed to be romantic or whatever, given that Leide was a desert, but then, he wasn’t a immortally famous poet, either.
Noctis, unusually awake at this point in the school day, leaned back with his hands behind his head and said, “I have a feeling the actual stars are better…”
“We should make a trip out,” Prompto said.
It was definitely wishful thinking, though. Prompto knew, before Noctis said anything and because he was pretty familiar with the restrictions surrounding Noctis’s life by now, what the answer would be.
“Even when I turn eighteen, I’m pretty sure the answer’s gonna be no,” Noctis said and then let out a graceful yawn, apparently remembering, finally, that he was Noctis Lucis Caelum and he should be napping.
As Noctis settled himself behind a propped up textbook, Prompto blinked. And blinked again.
And a switch was flipped.