I’ve lost the meme it was from a century ago but basically it was smth like my muse accidentally shooting yours --- for @pyrewarped
“ Ohh.... I don’t like this .... I really don’t like this .... babe ... we should ... we should turn back... Can’t we like, come back tomorrow? ” A wobble in his tone, palms enclosed in leather gloves sweating as he anxiously shuffles forward. An eerie silence. Naturally Nyx taking the lead. Noises would continue to further push Prompto to the peak of his anxiety. Numerous times did he give a “ What was that? “ With his weapon aimed swift; ready to take that shot immediately, only for it to be something such as a rat.
The further they delved, the daemons to face became tougher and harder still. “ I really think we’re getting too much out of our comfort zone...” They were readily available to destroy this darkness that lurked, and unless they met something tougher than them, Prompto couldn’t see him retreating anytime soon. “ I mean it, I’m gonna turn back --- I’ll .... I’ll just ... wait right here...” He announces. A dimly lit corridor, narrow and damp is where he to be watching Nyx disappear, soon to become a shadow and then like vanishing into thin air. He breathes soft, so not to be louder than anything around him. “ This is fine... totally fine ... I can just ... wait ... yeah, He’ll soon come running when he gets into .... ” And a clanging noise from behind would have him give a quick. “ Aghh -- “ followed by a “ Babe, wait for me -- I’m coming -- !! “ He panics and chases after his partner.
Unfortunately to no avail, the path splitting in multiple directions. Noises that came from each path would make Prompto’s decision not even a smidge easier. “ Nyx ?? NYX ?? “ He calls. Swallowing thick, throat already becoming dry from the space closing in and his raising despair. Not until he hears daemons unleashing attacks does he have vague idea of where to head. And it is when he does that the blond near instantly pulses with speed. His feet taking him as fast as he could carry to support the glaive.
Something similar to a foe once faced, perhaps it’s sister. But similarly striking features to that of Melusine -- Primarily known to lurk at night. But, in eternal darkness; has this been the cause of the trouble nearby? A thought upon reflection when they were as far away from here as possible. “ Watch out, don’t let it pick you up or slap you --- ! ” He calls to the other, knowing the ailments it can inflict. Namely poison and confusion.
“ You’ve got this Prompto, just like the last time ... steady hand, easy, eeeasy... ” A shot fired, landing perfectly -- naturally, but reaction of the daemon was to attack whatever was closest -- unfortunately that to be Nyx. “ Nyx!! ” Prompto cries, running towards his partner, careless of him to do so. Emotions and his heart leading him than his head -- even though he knew how to handle such a beast, yet he failed to remember this.
A firm tug to his ankle before he is swung in the air, thrown to one side and slapped thereafter. The force of his body full pelt to the wall left him disorientated, and not to his knowledge, confused. Raising his gun, darting in random directions with no clear path, he lands a few more shots before he aims at Nyx and an he knew -- he KNEW he shouldn’t have fired, but he did. Something -- made him do it. It was as he stumbled about, hearing his partner cry out that he was aware of the curse.
Before he could help, attack -- he needed to remedy himself with smelling salts. Only to Nyx’s reaction did he spend some time searching for it; othwerwise to have been a lost cause. Fortunate to have some on him. For these ‘little excursions’, the sharpshooter overly prepared. Nyx was all about the here and now, taking on whatever challenges life threw his way. But Prompto ... he was more reserved. Since Noctis was inside the Crystal and they had a duty to fulfil, not just for these years, but hoping the prophecy to be true of the True King’s return; he would much like to be alive for that.
Resolving the issue as he clambers over to Nyx, fear rising in his tone as he realises the severity of the situation. The daemon very much still aware of their presence, and the blond using everything he had in him -- every ounce of strength and courage to face closer to the monster, retrieve his boyfriend and get them a safe distance away. “ Babe? Nyx --- Nyx... It’s going to be okay, -- we’re going to be alright -- “ He reassures himself more than the other, thoughts of going on alone was too much to bare thought.
And with swift movement does he link his arms underneath Nyx’s, dragging him as cautiously and as quickly as he could -- to a safe range, to a spot he deemed safe. Panting, heavy breathing as he now turns to the needs of his partner. Fumbling in both their pockets for potions and the like. Through no fault of their own, everything they had was destroyed upon impact, the blond was lucky enough to be able to still not be under the ailment of confusion.
Checking now as blood continues to seep from his body; does he realise his hands were saturated. “ N--N--Nyx...? ” But by this point he was as good as speaking to a brick wall the life that had drained Nyx soon thereafter the shot was fired. And what hurt, what his most prominent thought that penetrated the darkest edges of his mind ---- this is all my fault . He cradles him now as he continues to sob, checking for a pulse, something -- anything to tell him Nyx was going to be alright. Crying so hard that saliva began to spill between his teeth, eyes now buried into hair that was shortly damp.
“ I’m sorry... I’m .... Nyx.... ” Breathing laboured, struggling to gasp for air as he sobs and apologises to the boyfriend he has loved and lost. “ I love you ... I’ll always love you ... Nyx ... It wasn’t ... This isn’t fair --- ” His voice raises in anger. Summoning his weapon once more, to throw it as far away as he could. He knew he could most likely use what was available to summon it back to him, but he didn’t want to. He didn’t want it.
After what felt like an eternity, he brings his body through the dungeon, dawn beginning to break -- just as he got signal. The scenery reminded him of something early on in their relationship, carving initials into trees and enjoying company by waterfalls. They wouldn’t have that anymore. Nyx... wouldn’t have that anymore. But there was wind, and birds whistling, carrying a tune. Perhaps it was in his thoughts, but it sounded like a song of sorrow, a mourning for a life that was passing. He spends a moment to send a message to one of the other CrownsGuard members, requesting emergency backup.
And in those final moments before he knew he would have to part with his love in a way he could not be so close to him again; he lies down next to him. A cheek buries itself into the area of his chest not completely soaked, and a hand reaches over for the adjacent, linking their fingers together once more. No doubt rigor mortis may soon be present, and he would cling onto this final bit of peace he could share with him.
“ For the record ...? “ He airs allowed, talking to him.
“ Best emergency contact ... ever.”
