[Prompto had always been there. A steady constant force within in his life from the moment they had met. Something strong, reliable and unmoving. Prompto's strength wasn't physical, didn't show as readily and easily as Gladio's. Didn't manifest in strategy and analyzing the way it did in Ignis.
No, Prompto's strength was silent, like a gentle calming wind that would blow in at the last moment and save you. Like a ray of sunlight that shone through the clouds and rescued you from the darkness. It was in the way he looked after all of them quietly. The way he snapped away on his camera, taking photographs as proof of their memories.
In the way he wrapped himself around Noctis now, as if he alone could somehow form a protective barrier between his prince and the rest of the world. The way he spoke, his words meant to soothe the ache that still resonated so deep.]
Not without you. [Sometimes it felt as though Noctis honestly did not deserve Prompto, like he didn't give back nearly as much as he got. But he refused to see the other put himself second for anyone. Even himself.]
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No, Prompto's strength was silent, like a gentle calming wind that would blow in at the last moment and save you. Like a ray of sunlight that shone through the clouds and rescued you from the darkness. It was in the way he looked after all of them quietly. The way he snapped away on his camera, taking photographs as proof of their memories.
In the way he wrapped himself around Noctis now, as if he alone could somehow form a protective barrier between his prince and the rest of the world. The way he spoke, his words meant to soothe the ache that still resonated so deep.]
Not without you. [Sometimes it felt as though Noctis honestly did not deserve Prompto, like he didn't give back nearly as much as he got. But he refused to see the other put himself second for anyone. Even himself.]