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Let's See What's In The Cards (Mmhm)
The weather was still bitterly cold, and the snow was still thick on the ground, but it was finally possible to at least go outside by the front doors. The King and Queen have still forbidden anyone from staying overnight at the museum district in case it started snowing again. But the King could be seen outside trying to shovel snow enough to make a path to the castle at the least.
The snow was still too thick to get easily anywhere not shoveled, and the snow was so heavy that even beasted out, Ben needed to take constant breaks inside to sit down and dry off. This wasn't going to be a fast task.
It was only made harder when it started. For those who slept, it would start after they have fully awoken for the day. For those who don't sleep, they'd find that they had fallen into a pleasant daydream, even if it wasn't normal for them to do so. When they came out of it, that was when it would start for them.
But what is it, exactly?
Small snippets of memories, playing for anyone who was with the person remembering to see. But the thing was, these memories... were memories the person had not yet made. Memories of the future.
Not enough to give answers, probably not enough to give reassurances for much other than "oh hey, I do have a future after all," but generally pleasant, and short. Hey, it will give people a thing to talk about, at least. Especially since this will go on for the next two weeks or so.
The snow was still too thick to get easily anywhere not shoveled, and the snow was so heavy that even beasted out, Ben needed to take constant breaks inside to sit down and dry off. This wasn't going to be a fast task.
It was only made harder when it started. For those who slept, it would start after they have fully awoken for the day. For those who don't sleep, they'd find that they had fallen into a pleasant daydream, even if it wasn't normal for them to do so. When they came out of it, that was when it would start for them.
But what is it, exactly?
Small snippets of memories, playing for anyone who was with the person remembering to see. But the thing was, these memories... were memories the person had not yet made. Memories of the future.
Not enough to give answers, probably not enough to give reassurances for much other than "oh hey, I do have a future after all," but generally pleasant, and short. Hey, it will give people a thing to talk about, at least. Especially since this will go on for the next two weeks or so.
Re: Prompto ~ OTA ~ FFXV spoilers??? vague and AUed ~ CW: panic attacks, violence and death, flashba
Re: Prompto ~ OTA ~ FFXV spoilers??? vague and AUed ~ CW: panic attacks, violence and death, flashba
Re: Prompto ~ OTA ~ FFXV spoilers??? vague and AUed ~ CW: panic attacks, violence and death, flashba
Re: Prompto ~ OTA ~ FFXV spoilers??? vague and AUed ~ CW: panic attacks, violence and death, flashba
Fireside chat
The crackling of a fire permeated the air before the scene came into focus. Prompto perched on a stool, his wings spread behind him as another figure picked through his feathers.
“Hey, Iggy.” Prompto fidgeted with the bands on his wrist.
Ignis hummed. Inquisitive, though his focus remained on his task.
Prompto sighed, pulling the wing Ignis wasn’t working on around in front of himself. He ran fingers through the downy feathers that lined the inside of his wing. “Do you ever think about what’s gonna happen after? Once we get Noct to Altissia I mean. Is there even anything left in Insomnia for us to go back to?”
Ignis’ fingers stilled for a moment. The look that crossed his face was thoughtful. “I have found myself wondering… but I find it’s much easier on one's nerves to keep the focus in the present. We’re still a long way from Altissia, let alone what comes after. All I know for certain is I will stay by Noct’s side, for as long as he will have me. I assume Gladio will do the same. And I would hope… that you also share that same wish.”
“I do.” Prompto’s fingers tightened and released, disturbing the newly aligned feathers. “If you all would keep me…”
Ignis tutted. “Of course we would.” He resumed his preening. “Might I ask what it is on your mind that has you asking?”
Prompto shook his head. "It's nothing. Just- don't worry about it."
The crackling of the campfire faded, along with whatever Ignis said next. It was rather obvious that the Prompto from the memory had had more on his mind than 'nothing'. He found himself reassured by Ignis' words anyway, even without the context of whatever that other version of him had needed reassurance for.
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