@armigerborn said: ⚓
⚓ keep my muse anchored (anxiety, nightmare, etc.)
It wasn’t often Prompto found himself having nightmares, they happened, SURE, with everything that was going on, it was to be EXPECTED, right? Nightmares of monsters and daemons around every corner, Niffs jumping down on them from above, INSOMNIA - what happened when it fell, could they have helped? Could they have STOPPED IT? There was so much, and they hadn’t even made it to Altissia yet.
As weird as HAVING the nightmare was, waking up from it and finding that NOCT, of all four of them, was up and kneeled beside him, a hand on his shoulder - a steadying force against the terror that lies in wait behind his eyes more often than not these days. But, Prompto’s stomach lurched at the thought that HE was the reason Noct, or really any of them, wasn’t resting when they had the chance. “hey - “ Prompto’s attempt at a casual tone was lost in the hoarse grain of his voice, the bubble of emotion that rounded the back of his throat. Of anyone, he didn’t wanna worry Noct, the one who had FAR MORE to worry about than Prompto. Hell, any of them had more to worry about than him, he was just here for his best friend and supporting him in literally any way possible.
He didn’t expect any of this.
“Sorry I woke ya, buddy.” Prompto cleared his throat, leaning into the other’s hand a bit more. Man, he must’ve been making QUITE a racket to wake up Noct, even if they were next to each other in the tent.