Day 25: “Shouldn’t You Be Happy?" -- Prompto Argentum, Noctis Lucis Caelum -- Parental fighting
Day 26: Free Falling -- Nyx Ulric -- Heights, explosions
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Day 24: Anticipation (Ao3)
“What do you mean ‘explode’?!” Libertus yelled over the comm.
“That’s what ‘engine overload’ means!” Tredd yelled back. “Explode!”
“This hunk of metal is too big to just fall from the sky,” Pelna said. “There has to be life pods -- shuttles -- drop ships -- something! Just give me a second…”
“60 seconds! Get away from the back of the--” Tredd’s line shrieked and died. Not a second later an explosion shook the ship -- not the big one, not yet, but it had to be starting.
“Fuck fuck fuck…okay, emergency pods! Third and sixth levels, either side!” Pelna instructed.
“Probably not happening, got a problem,” Nyx said, his comm half static.
“What kind of ‘problem’?!” Crowe demanded.
“I’ll catch up, don’t worry,” Nyx said.
He clicked off the comm. Before him, in the center a hold full of empty daemon cages, stood the armored figure of Glauca.
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Day 25: “Shouldn’t You Be Happy?" (Ao3)
Hey, this gala is boring. Wanna play Knight’s Tale?
Prompto stared at the bright phone from under the blankets of his bed.
Not right now, sorry. Not really in the mood.
He had told them he was tired, that he should just head to bed. Him leaving hadn’t solved the problem though.
It’s Solstice, shouldn’t you be happy?
A cabinet door slammed shut downstairs. Voices raised again, bickering back and forth.
Of course I’m happy. Got lots of cool stuff.
Prompto made himself smile, trying to convince himself. There was a loud crash downstairs then someone opened the outside door. The car started up a minute later.
“Who wouldn’t be?” He turned the phone off and tried to actually sleep.
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Day 26: Free Falling (Ao3)
Continued from Day 24.
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Someone, Nyx thought, was whistling. Not the pleasant tune kind, but the long, annoying shriek kind.
Couldn’t people just let a guy sleep?
Ugh, and it was cold too. He reached for blankets and found none. His hand only found air. Air that felt like it was moving.
Nyx opened his eyes and stared up at a blue sky, at the very center of which was a large, cylindrical piece of metal that was being torn apart by blooms of fire.
Pieces of that metal were falling. Toward him.
He grabbed at his kukri and threw it instinctively to the side before a chunk twice his height barreled through where he had just been. The lack of impact, of either him or the debris confused him, until he looked toward where the debris was headed.
The ground. So small, yet growing oh so very quickly.
Oh…oh fuck…
Would warping even save him here? Sure they warped off buildings but usually that was measured in stories, not thousands of feet!
You can do this, Nyx told himself firmly. You’ll just need to time it right. The anchor has to stop before you warp…
