𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐘 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄𝐒 𝐇𝐀𝐃 𝐇𝐄 𝐑𝐄-𝐀𝐃𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐃 his tie? This will make the seventh… He thought, glancing in the mirror and feeling entirely not like himself. His hair kept standing up in places it shouldn’t be standing up – which was entirely normal, but for this particular day he wished it would just behave. The nerves were beginning to settle in the pit of his stomach, although they’d been threatening the entire week leading up to this. Normally; he’d have Prompto here to calm him down, to tell him to breathe. Just relax dude! He could hear his tone clear as day in his mind; eyes closing as he let himself pretend for just a second that he was in the room with him.
What are you so nervous about? Question posed from his own head, yet in Prompto’s voice. What was he so nervous about? It definitely wasn’t him. It wasn’t about tying himself to Prompto; no, that he was happy about. Was it normal? Everyone kept telling him it was.
It’s normal to feel nervous! It’s normal to have cold feet.
No, his feet were toasty warm. That wasn’t it. He didn’t know, he couldn’t pin-point it. It’s fine, Noct. He’s going to be there… you’ll see him soon enough. Was that it? The fact he wasn’t there, in the room with him right at that moment? His gaze moved to the door, an itch forming in his chest. It felt wrong somehow that he wasn’t here. Granted, he knew of tradition; you can’t see each other before the wedding. He knew that. No… I want to see him. Or at the very least hear his voice.
Besides, the two of them weren’t exactly sticklers for tradition, were they? Noctis didn’t put much stock in the old tales of bad luck either. You made your own luck, hell; Prompto had taught him that one. So why did it matter if they saw each other before or not? He’d opened the door to his room before he’d thought much more on it, wandering down the many corridors and hallways before he eventually got to Prompto’s room. His hand hesitating for a moment; a brief flicker in his mind of – is bad luck real? But before that thought had truly settled, he was knocking.
❝ Hey, Prom? ❞ He spoke a second after he’d knocked, ❝ You don’t have to open the door… ❞ His intention was clear; Noctis just wanted to hear his voice.
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