Prompto had indeed missed the storm, slept soundly through it in fact. However, he spotted the anomalies it brought with it rather quickly. He liked to go on walks in the early morning now that the weather was turning around. Not so early as to have caught the predawn storm, but early enough that the new stone lawn decorations were still bathed in soft pink light and stretching shadows when he pushed open the school doors.
At first, he startled at the seeming silent crowd scattered about the yard, but after a heartbeat too many of stillness, he looked close enough to realize they were all made of stone. Bizarre. He shivered, unnerved, and debated turning and heading back to bed. Though, the laughing face he could just make out on the nearest statue gave him pause. She nearly glowed in her obvious joy, or maybe that was the glittering stone catching the sunrise. Either way, it eased some of his discomfort.
He shook his head at his own stupidity and stepped out into the morning, letting the heavy door close behind him. If the statues came to life, he would tell himself he told him so, but his curiosity was undeniable.
Besides, a little ways into the yard, he could just make out the carved likeness of a painfully familiar pair of dappled wings. They were spread wide, the only reason he'd noticed them from here. He as-close-as-he-could-to-cursed himself under his breath and started carefully towards them. He had to duck and weave around sprawled limbs and grinning faces frozen mid laugh. It was a surreal picture, and he thought he should maybe be more frightened than he was. But something about the expressions made it hard to be afraid. The statues' joy was nearly palpable in the air. He pushed himself over someone's hunched form, the stone surprisingly warm under his palm, and finally rounded to the front of the statue he was looking for.
His breath caught in his throat. It was him. Cor. Why was he here? Well, a stone statue carved to look like him at least. Who had put it here? How It wasn't just like Cor either, the details were unfathomable. The colouring of his wings had been recognizable from across the grass, he wore the same casual Kingsglaive garb Prompto was so used to seeing him in. Down to the last button. The loose thread on his left cuff that Prompto had been telling him to fix. He stood with his wings spread and arms crossed, weight leaning into one hip and a warm smile on his face. He'd turned this exact expression on Prompto right before Prompto left to accompany Noct to Altissia.
Prompto reached out a hand, letting his fingertips brush over the unreasonable detail of the faint stubble across Cor's jaw. The man's face so rarely left the severe frown he usually wore, when he smiled like this it wrinkled all over his face. It was only a small smile, but that was a grin on him. It folded the skin at the corners of his eyes, pushed creases into his cheeks. His eyes shone with all the warmth his expression kept hidden.
Suddenly and completely Prompto felt sick. Grief, homesickness, longing, more emotions than he could name twisting up his stomach and around his throat. He didn't care if it was just a stone statue, he flung his arms around rigid, unmoving shoulders and let his weight fall against the stone. One thing this statue had in common with the real Cor was it's unwavering support. Cor never flinched in the face of Prompto's hysterics, and neither did the stone likeness of him. It brought a fresh wave of grief and tears. He tucked his face against a hard shoulder and let the emotions shake him apart.
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Date: 2025-05-15 11:20 pm (UTC)At first, he startled at the seeming silent crowd scattered about the yard, but after a heartbeat too many of stillness, he looked close enough to realize they were all made of stone. Bizarre. He shivered, unnerved, and debated turning and heading back to bed. Though, the laughing face he could just make out on the nearest statue gave him pause. She nearly glowed in her obvious joy, or maybe that was the glittering stone catching the sunrise. Either way, it eased some of his discomfort.
He shook his head at his own stupidity and stepped out into the morning, letting the heavy door close behind him. If the statues came to life, he would tell himself he told him so, but his curiosity was undeniable.
Besides, a little ways into the yard, he could just make out the carved likeness of a painfully familiar pair of dappled wings. They were spread wide, the only reason he'd noticed them from here. He as-close-as-he-could-to-cursed himself under his breath and started carefully towards them. He had to duck and weave around sprawled limbs and grinning faces frozen mid laugh. It was a surreal picture, and he thought he should maybe be more frightened than he was. But something about the expressions made it hard to be afraid. The statues' joy was nearly palpable in the air. He pushed himself over someone's hunched form, the stone surprisingly warm under his palm, and finally rounded to the front of the statue he was looking for.
His breath caught in his throat. It was him. Cor. Why was he here? Well, a stone statue carved to look like him at least. Who had put it here? How It wasn't just like Cor either, the details were unfathomable. The colouring of his wings had been recognizable from across the grass, he wore the same casual Kingsglaive garb Prompto was so used to seeing him in. Down to the last button. The loose thread on his left cuff that Prompto had been telling him to fix. He stood with his wings spread and arms crossed, weight leaning into one hip and a warm smile on his face. He'd turned this exact expression on Prompto right before Prompto left to accompany Noct to Altissia.
Prompto reached out a hand, letting his fingertips brush over the unreasonable detail of the faint stubble across Cor's jaw. The man's face so rarely left the severe frown he usually wore, when he smiled like this it wrinkled all over his face. It was only a small smile, but that was a grin on him. It folded the skin at the corners of his eyes, pushed creases into his cheeks. His eyes shone with all the warmth his expression kept hidden.
Suddenly and completely Prompto felt sick. Grief, homesickness, longing, more emotions than he could name twisting up his stomach and around his throat. He didn't care if it was just a stone statue, he flung his arms around rigid, unmoving shoulders and let his weight fall against the stone. One thing this statue had in common with the real Cor was it's unwavering support. Cor never flinched in the face of Prompto's hysterics, and neither did the stone likeness of him. It brought a fresh wave of grief and tears. He tucked his face against a hard shoulder and let the emotions shake him apart.