Prompto/Ignis prompt :) First line: Somehow, they'd made it out alive.
WOW THIS GOT LONG. I’M SORRY?
Somehow,they’d made it out alive. Looking around at each civilian, though, with sadeyes and broken hearts, that hardly seemed like something to celebrate.
Inhindsight, Prompto wished that for once he had been wrong.
Therehad been so much blood and raw skin. Sure, he was used to getting beat up andseeing his comrades come out wounded from battle. This…this had been so muchworse.
Heremembered screaming, remembered scooping him up and clutching him to his chestand screaming for Gladio. Cuts and other abrasions covered his arms, but hecared not about his own well-being, and he tried not to make a fuss about Ignisbeing taken from his arms.
It wasjust the three of them, now. Gladio had taken the quiet as a sign to call Iris.In all honesty, Prompto was thankful for the privacy as Noctis slept in the bednearby.
He hadthought, as he scooted across the floor and closer to the couch, that Ignis hadbeen asleep, too. Gently, he rested his forehead on his knee, and wrapped hishands around one of his. Bandages still covered his eyes, and he wondered, ifhe had been conscious, if Ignis would be able to tell it was him just by touch.
A tearslid down his cheek. Then two, until they became a steady, silent stream. Onebattle, and there was so much pain. He considered himself lucky to be as intactas he was, and placed a soft kiss to the back of Ignis’s hand.
Lunafreyawas dead; the coroner’s office confirmed it earlier that afternoon. Ardyn andRavus were MIA. Noctis was barely alive after his fight with the Hydrean.
Promptowasn’t particularly religious, but he prayed with every fiber of his being thatIgnis would be able to see again. He had seemed optimistic about it when one ofthe Altissian doctors spoke to him, but Ignis also had this uncanny way ofpretending to be fine when things were downright awful.
“You’vebeen so quiet.” The sudden break in silence startle him, and Ignis tilted hishead, looking down in Prompto’s general direction, not quite able to pinpointhis exact location. “I’m sorry. Had you fallen asleep?”
Promptosighed, heavily, pressing another kiss to his hand and then nuzzling his palm.
Silence,then, “You are…sad?”
Moresilence. Prompto searched for the words to say, anything. He wanted to bestrong, for Noctis, for Ignis, for himself, even, but it was damn nearimpossible. A quiet sob slipped passed his lips and he nodded against Ignis’shand, which immediately stumbled to caress his cheek and wipe away his tears.At first, Prompto allowed it, allowed Ignis to take his pain away as he haddone so many times before. It had been so easy to hand it over to him in thepast.
Reachingup, he smacked Ignis’s hand away and backed off, turning his face away with ahint of shame and anger. Why the hell was he letting Ignis console him? He wasn’tsuffering. He wasn’t in pain. But here he was, crying because he felt weak whenhis friends…his lover…needed him to be strong where they could not be.
Ignis retractedhis hand, setting it back in his lap with a deep frown, as though Prompto’slashing out had burned him. The room was growing stuffy, uncomfortable. Therewas so much that needed to be said.
“Ishould have been there,” Prompto whispered, finally. It wasn’t that he blamedhimself, but maybe…maybe he could have taken some of the burden. Maybe Igniswouldn’t have to suffer alone. “I was so scared when I found you, face down, ina pool of blood. Your blood.”
“Let me finish.”He cut Ignis off, and he was going to say everything that he needed to. “I don’tknow what happened to you. I don’t know if I want to know. What I do know isthat you’re alive. You’re still here. We conquered Leviathan, and the onlything we have to show for it is death, despair, and destruction.”
Promptochoked, and he covered his eyes reflexively, shielding himself from Ignisunnecessarily. Waves of emotions continued to crash down on him, and the harderhe tried to steel himself, the harder they came, and the more his shouldersshook and the harder he sobbed. The soft motion of Ignis patting the cushionbeside him caught his eye from between his fingers and he faltered beforegiving in. Quickly, almost desperately, he slid against his side, burying hisface in his chest, and allowed himself this one last time to really cry. Heclutched the loose shirt that hung from his shoulders and Ignis held himtightly as tears soaked through it, his fingers threading through his hair.
“I wasalso scared,” Ignis admitted. “I was terrified that the Hydrean would be theend of us all, and that I would never get the chance to be with you like thisagain.” There was more he had been afraid of, Prompto knew, but the selfish partof him was grateful that Ignis didn’t bring up the other reasons.
“Buthere we are. Our wounds might still be fresh, but they will heal in time, asall things do.” Ignis’s voice was so soft, so calm, despite everything he hadbeen through. It almost made Prompto feel worse. “We have tonight. Let us justtake that moment to rest. Perhaps…it will put us both at ease.” Kisses on thetop of his head made Prompto flush, or perhaps it was from the tears as theybegan to ebb away; he couldn’t be sure. Still, he relished in the idea ofsleeping beside Ignis, and they shifted to a more comfortable position, onewhere Prompto could feel the beat of Ignis’s heart against his wet cheek.
Tomorrow,Prompto would be stronger. For now, he would be thankful that they were stillalive, and still together.
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