You can't just buy new pans whenever you burn something Noct
I know it is Especially given the place we're at And there are things that are beyond our control (example: Keeper) But you know we always figure this out together, right?
[And true to his word, Ignis really is there in five minutes. How? Even he doesn't know. But he's there and when he sees Noct, he runs up to him. He's trying his best not to panic for Noct's sake but-]
[To his credit, Noct is actually taking this pretty well.
If your definition of 'pretty well' includes having drug your best friends lifeless body to the nearest tree before collapsing against it and cradling said body in your lap.
He does look up when Ignis gets close though, the light of his lantern casting eeire shadows over the scene he's unlucky enough to stumble upon.]
[Ignis instantly crouches by his side, eyes wide in shock and pain. Without waiting, his fingers go immediately to check Prompto's pulse at his neck, even though he can clearly see that he is not breathing. Hoping it's just shallow.
It's not.
With a shaky breath and pulling back unsteady hand, he tries to pry off Noct away from the body, ready to wrestle him if Noct fights back. Wanting to pull him into a tight hug.
He will work later on how this happened- right now he needs to take care of Noct.]
[Indeed, Noctis fights back with all the feriousity of a cornered coeurl, all claws and teeth. Snapping and scratching and pushing because at first it doesn't register, exactly, that it's Ignis who's trying to pull Prompto away from him. Because why would he?
Why why why? That one word keeps playing over and over within his mind with no answer to be found. He can't let go. He made a promise and he couldn't even keep it. He can't let go of him now. He just can't.]
[Ignis doesn't have it in him to tell him to let go of the body either- he just continues to try and pull him away, grabbing both of his arms in a vice grip. Then shifts himself to push and corner Noct with his body against the wall of the post office, to reduce the trashing.
He doesn't tell him to stop crying or trashing or snapping at him. Just accepts the bites and scratches and keeps him cornered like that until he grows tired of fighting.
[In the case of fight or flight, Noctis had always chosen the former. Would run headlong into any battle he thought they had even a snow balls chance in hell of winning. Fleeing just wasn't an option. Wasn't something he had been taught how to do.
But Ignis presses against him, drags him away with that vice like grip and all of the fight goes out of him. Until he's going limp, body sagging down against the wall and Ignis' own. Using them both as the only support keeping him upright as the first sob tears from his throat.
God's, he was such a failure. He was ways supposed to have been some savior. But he couldn't even keep his friends alive.]
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He didn't come back last night
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Are you sure he didn't come back last night?
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We made Luna breakfast for her birthday
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Have you looked around the Beacon? Maybe the Library? Perhaps the Librarian saw him.
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Already checked the library
I know he spent a lot of time by the bondfire
I'll try checking there next
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I suppose that counts.
Alright, I will look around the village and down the river current
Send me a message if you need help
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Alright
Thanks Iggy
I
You don't think anything happened to him, right?
He would have called one of us if he was in trouble
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That is my thought too
However, don't jump to the worst conclusions just yet
We haven't crossed out all the possibilities.
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Kind of hard not to
What if something happened to him and I wasn't there?
I promised him, Iggy
I promised I'd be there
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I know it is
Especially given the place we're at
And there are things that are beyond our control (example: Keeper)
But you know we always figure this out together, right?
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I can't here
I know
I know we will
And I know he's probably fine
I'm just really worried
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hence the scrubbing
I know darling
I will be here if you need me for anything
Alright?
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Thanks, Iggy
2/2 A couple of hours later
I need your help
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What happened?
Are you alright?
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I mean
I'm not hurt or anything
It's Prompto
I found him
But he's
I was too late, Iggy
I promised him and I was too late
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calm down
where are you
I'm going to come and get you
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[He is most definitely not calm.]
Just
On the edge of the forest
By the post office
2/2
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[And true to his word, Ignis really is there in five minutes. How? Even he doesn't know. But he's there and when he sees Noct, he runs up to him. He's trying his best not to panic for Noct's sake but-]
Noct, I'm here-!
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If your definition of 'pretty well' includes having drug your best friends lifeless body to the nearest tree before collapsing against it and cradling said body in your lap.
He does look up when Ignis gets close though, the light of his lantern casting eeire shadows over the scene he's unlucky enough to stumble upon.]
I'm here.
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It's not.
With a shaky breath and pulling back unsteady hand, he tries to pry off Noct away from the body, ready to wrestle him if Noct fights back. Wanting to pull him into a tight hug.
He will work later on how this happened- right now he needs to take care of Noct.]
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Why why why? That one word keeps playing over and over within his mind with no answer to be found. He can't let go. He made a promise and he couldn't even keep it. He can't let go of him now. He just can't.]
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He doesn't tell him to stop crying or trashing or snapping at him. Just accepts the bites and scratches and keeps him cornered like that until he grows tired of fighting.
For as long as it will take.]
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But Ignis presses against him, drags him away with that vice like grip and all of the fight goes out of him. Until he's going limp, body sagging down against the wall and Ignis' own. Using them both as the only support keeping him upright as the first sob tears from his throat.
God's, he was such a failure. He was ways supposed to have been some savior. But he couldn't even keep his friends alive.]
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