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[It took about two years before Prompto really noticed the change and distanced himself from everyone. He'd begun to feel strangely when he was around other people. Even with people he used to like. When he started to entertain ideas like tearing into Gladio's flesh, he knew something was terribly wrong and he couldn't stay anymore. So he left. Far away from where hunters would normally roam.

If he had any doubts that the small amount of daemon essence within him had gotten larger and stronger, they disappeared when the daemons didn't attack him.

It had been gods know how many years now. Prompto didn't sleep much anymore. He didn't really have a need to with the daemon blood coursing through his veins. And it wasn't like the sun was going to come up any time soon. Part of him still sometimes thought about what would happen when Noctis returned. If he returned. Would he bring the sun back? Would Prompto burn to a crisp? Would he be able to start using the whatever it was that allowed daemons to hide from the day? Would Noctis kill him before any of that happened?

Not like he hadn't thought of killing Noctis in return. Prompto discovered really early on that killing humans was just a daemon's nature. And Prompto, in whatever fucked up daemon he had turned out to be (definitely not like any other daemon because he still mostly looked like himself except for the red eyes and claws and sharper teeth and slightly tougher skin) found not only satisfaction, but pleasure in seeing the life fade from a human.

It was so fucked up.

For a time, he still had enough human to him that he cared deeply about it. The first time he killed a hunter that was brave enough to wander as far as where Prompto made his home, Prompto was horrified at what he'd done and repulsed at the way he felt when he did it. He threw up and all he could see was the darkening red of the hunter's blood.

The second time he killed, he still felt nauseous, but not as bad as the first time. It became less and less until Prompto just accepted it. If he still had any human in him, it was buried deep beneath what he had become.

It was a night just like any other when there was a change to his routine of clearing out the daemons who wanted to get too close to his home. He stopped when he saw it just outside the boarders of the land he claimed for himself. His eyes, which had always been so detail focused, had only gotten better with his change, so he could easily see the figure of the man standing over something.

He moved closer. He didn't have to, since it was outside of his land, but he was curious. The nights were rather boring now that it was always night and most of the things he liked to do in his free time were no longer possible.]

[He remembered yelling at the crystal. What was it's name? Bahamut? He growled, called him a fool, but Noctis knew there had to be another way. He couldn't do what it was asking him to do. The voice from the crystal snarled and said he would regret his decisions, that his selfishness would have consequences. Still, the prince didn't care. There had to be a way to do this without hurting his friends. There was a bright light, pain emulating from the ring on his finger. He screamed, fell to his knees...

And then things were quiet. There was a silence that engulfed everything. He didn't know how long he was like that. It was silent. Dark. Cold. He couldn't feel anything. He couldn't hear anything.

But then suddenly he was awake? He had no idea where he was or how he had gotten there. It was a beach, the sea was dark and the waves crashed along a barren coast. He could see a torn down pier in the distance. There was signage that was visible, but he couldn't make any sense of it. He couldn't really focus on anything because there was something wrong with him.

His legs were shaky as he staggered along the shore. All he could hear was his blood pound in his ears. His throat was dry, his hands were unsteady. Every moment was agony an all he could think about was how thirsty he was. Even as he collapsed on the sand, he reached toward the sea. He was so thirsty.

Eventually someone found him. A boy, maybe around 19 or 20, oddly familiar. Noctis couldn't place where he knew him from, though. The stranger knelt down and asked him if he was alright. That's when Noctis pulled him down. The boy tried struggling but the prince held him close. He nosed at his neck for a brief moment before he bit into it. He didn't know what he was doing, but this felt right. Warm liquid rushed into his mouth and he drank down every drop that he could. The boy made a sound and Noct's grip only tightened.

He didn't know how long he stayed like that. The body in his grip eventually stopped moving and soon felt cold to the touch. The prince pulled away and looked at the body in his hands. Wait. Did he just...

No.

He dropped the body and scrambled away. What did he just--?! How could he? He had drained this poor kid of his blood. He... He killed...

He was going to be sick.

He could feel his stomach flip as he doubled over and began to retch. How could he do that? Why did it feel so right?! That poor kid. He was trying to help and Noctis, he...

He could hear something...someone in the distance. He sat up despite the nausea and pain he felt and wiped his mouth with his hand. Of course it was covered in blood, but he couldn't focus on that right now. Someone was coming. ]

[Prompto moved slowly, too quietly for any human to pick up. He didn't groan or make weird noises like other daemons either. The only the that could give him away were his glowing red eyes. But the man was yanked down by whatever he was standing by, so he was a little preoccupied and couldn't notice Prompto.

This just made Prompto more curious. Whatever had caught the person wasn't like any daemon he'd seen before, so at the very least it wasn't native to these parts. And it couldn't have been any animal either as they had been just about wiped out in the first year. He tilted his head to try and get a better angled view of what it could be, but stopped just on the edge of his lands. He didn't know what kind of daemon it was, so he also didn't know just how powerful it was. Prompto may have turned into a daemon, but he wasn't stupid.

Prompto still couldn't see from a good angle, but the daemon looked humanoid also, hunched over and attached to the person. Gasping breaths caught on the offshore wind, carrying the sounds towards Prompto and he realized the person was dying. Well, of course the person was dying if a daemon was attached to them, but Prompto could now keep up with it. He watched, feeling that pleasure tease his senses. His hands itched to help kill the person, his mouth craved to sink his teeth into the soft skin of the person as well.

But he stayed where he was. This human was the unknown daemon's kill and he still didn't know how powerful or possessive it was.

When it was over, the daemon acted strangely. Very strangely. It scrambled away and... pretty much acted the same way Prompto did all that time ago. But more importantly, Prompto could see the face of the attacker.

He gasped and whatever he thought he would do if he ever saw Noctis again just flew away. He definitely didn't feel any desire to kill him. He should be glad, but he also felt... a little weird. Like... well, almost like he'd had some human left in him afterall, because he started to wonder if they could still be best friends. Because he felt that flare of his long time crush on the prince spark to life again. And okay, maybe it was kind of twisted from what he'd become, but it was there.

Prompto found himself moving closer before he realized it. Past the boarders of his lands, closer to Noctis. Any worries over his own safety eluded him.]

Noct.

[He spoke when he saw Noctis become alert to him, a name he hadn't said in years leaving his lips. His voice wasn't too harsh. Sometimes he'd still hummed or sang to himself, on nights when he was really bored. It was useful during those rare times when hunters came along. He ended up playing with them a bit before killing them. It gave him something refreshing to do.

Now it would hopefully help ease Noctis.]

[ Whoever it was, was coming closer. Noctis moved over the body of the boy. He knew there was no point in protecting it. He was long dead at this point, but Noctis couldn't let whatever it was take it from him. This was his ki-Wait, what was he thinking?! He didn't... He didn't want this. This wasn't him. This was something... Something was wrong with him.

Steps grew louder and Noctis readied himself. For what? An attack? Could he even summon his weapons anymore? He hadn't tried. His hands gripped at the sand as he kept his eyes on the distance. He couldn't see much in the darkness aside from the rustling of the occasional bush. Was it something coming, or was it just the wind? Could it be an animal?

But then someone emerged from the bushes. The prince let out a growl that died on his lips when he realized who it was. ]

Prompto...?! [ The tension immediately left his body and he nearly collapsed back onto the sand. ]

Prompto, I...[ He looked back toward the body behind him. He could still taste the blood on his lips and he began to feel sick once more. What was wrong with him!? How could he... He looked back toward his friend for help, guidance, anything. ]

H-Help me... [ His voice cracked. It sounded broken, damaged. Something was wrong wit him, with everything, and he didn't know how to fix any of it. ] Please.

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[Could it have gone any better? Noctis seemed to be too distraught to notice the changes to Prompto and Prompto wanted to keep it that way for a little bit longer. He looked down, allowing his eyes to be hidden as much as possible and curled his hands so his claws couldn't be seen. He pretended he was looking at the body before he crouched next to Noctis and reached out to grab his arm then hug him. What kind of senses did the king (former king?) have now? Could he smell that he was no longer human? Could he sense the difference in body temperature between him and the human he had just killed? If nothing else, he would definitely be able to see the change to his eyes, but he wouldn't be able to see them in the hug. What kind of urges did Noctis have? Would he try to attack Prompto too? He din't think so, since his own desire to kill hadn't risen for Noct.]

It's okay. It'll be okay. There, there.

[He hoped the words gave Noctis a sense of peace before the human blood so close to his nose proved hard to resist. He pulled away slight, but still kept a hold on Noctis, even as he licked the blood from his chin. Noctis was a messy eater, but this was probably his first time. Not like Prompto had any problems cleaning him up from it.

He looked at Noctis' mouth, then up to his eyes, trying to figure out what he was. His red eyes locked onto the deep purple. He loved the new color, but he was also a little excited to see what Noctis' reaction would be to his own reveal.]

I killed him... I didn't mean to but I couldn't stop-- [Noctis rambled as Prompto pulled him into a hug. His own arms wrapped themselves around his friend as he clutched tight. It was a relief to see someone familiar that he could trust. Someone that he cared about and loved. The words were comforting as he leaned heavily into his friend's embrace. ]

There's something wrong with me... [He buried his face into the crook of Prompto's neck and nosed at the pulse. There was something different about the way he smelled. Something felt different, but he could still hear the blood pumping... no.] Prompto...

[ Luckily his friend pulled away. Noctis was relieved but he let out a soft gasp when he felt that tongue lick at his chin. He let out a low growl. That was his--No, what was he thinking?! He tried to pull away but the other's hold on him was strong. ]

What are you-- [He stopped mid-sentence when he finally saw his friend's eyes. They were red. The only other beings with red eyes were Daemon-]

No... [None of this was real. This was just a nightmare, right?]

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Shhh, it's okay, Noct. It's okay.

[He was only a little bit pleased at the reaction. He loved it when humans freaked out, but Noct was definitely different. He felt a completely different type of possessive than he had for the humans.

But what was Noct? He took in every detail he could. He didn't smell like other daemons. And only two of his teeth were sharp enough and long enough for the type of attack he did. He only drained the human of blood and didn't hurt him any more than that. Prompto felt a vague hint on the edge of his mind, but he couldn't grasp it.

Well, whatever Noctis was, he'd make him his.]

We'll figure out what you are together.

[And just in case Noctis had any doubts...]

So glad you're not human or I would have killed you.

No... [He shook his head as he tried pulling away. The other's grip on him was tight, and he was trapped in his embrace. However, despite wanting to pull away for his own safety, he wanted to be close to him. There was something wrong with his friend, but whatever it was had him wanting to embrace him. There was something that made Noctis want to press his lips to his neck and bite...]

It's not okay! [He raised his voice.] I'm... You're not...! [This wasn't right! Prompto couldn't be what he thought he was. This had to be a trick. It had to be Ardyn or something.

But then Prompto finished speaking and Noctis stopped to stare at his friend. Or the creature that was wearing his skin, because this couldn't be Prompto.]

What do you mean I'm not human?

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[Prompto pulled him closer, moved closer until he was nearly on top of Noctis. The more time he spent with his ~~former???~~ best friend, the more he wanted to keep him. He wouldn't let Noct get away easily, but he still wanted to calm the other creature.]

It is okay, Noct. I'll help you. You won't have to starve.

[And surprisingly, Prompto found the words to be true. It didn't feel like he'd have a problem helping Noct find food because he was confident that he could always find his own human to kill.

Besides, a starved to death Noct would mean that Prompto would lose the only thing he's wanted to keep in years.

He leaned in to lick against Noctis' jaw this time, taking up even more of the human's blood. The taste was a little bit better and it probably had something to do with the fact that he could taste Noct's skin as well.

He chuckled slightly against his skin when Noctis asked his question.]

Well, you know, humans don't have those long, sharp teeth and drain the blood of another human.

[Prompto was nearly on top of him. His hands moved to Prompto's chest to push him away. But instead, his hands clenched in the threadbare fabric of his shirt and pulled him closer. He didn't want to share the blood on his face, but the feeling of the other's tongue against him was hot. Warm. Prompto was the only thing warm on this cold beach.

He could feel his heartbeat against his hand. That one thing pumping that wonderful liquid through this body-]

No, I'm not like you... [It's growled out a he tries to pull away. Instead he ends up on his back in the sand.] I don't want to be like this!

No, not like me.

[Prompto agreed. Noct was...]

You're special. Never seen a daemon like you before.

[Then again, the same could be said of Prompto, but now was about making sure Noct... what? Accepted what he was? Would it be easier or harder to make Noct his if he accepted himself? Did Prompto want it easier? He did kind of like feeling Noctis' internal battle against his chest and in his arms. Pulling him closer yet squirming to get away. Which would win out?]

But Noct, there's nothing you can do about it. This is what you are now. Unless you'd rather die?

[He pulled back just enough to give Noct a hard look. He wouldn't let Noct die, even if that's what Noct wanted. He wasn't ready to give him up.]

I'm not a daemon!

[ He wasn't! He couldn't be. He was the prince of Lucis. He was supposed to bring back the light. How could he do that if he was a daemon? Did that mean that they were doomed to live in the darkness? He couldn't let that happen. Whatever he was, he couldn't let it stop him from making things right again.

Prompto gave him a hard look and Noct gave one of his own in return. He wasn't going to accept this. He couldn't let this control him...them. He pushed himself up so that he rested on his elbows. His chest practically bumped into the daemon above him. Prompto smelled different and he could still hear his heartbeat...

No, he had to ignore it. ]

Get off of me.

[Prompto didn't know what happened. One moment he was completely calm and in control, then the next Noctis ordered him to get off and he felt like if he did, he'd lose Noctis forever. He didn't want that. Noctis would be his, damnit! Suddenly all he wanted to do was prove that Noctis wasn't human. He needed Noct to accept that.]

Feel your teeth!

[Prompto did it for him, pressing down harder onto Noctis while he moved a hand towards Noctis' mouth, cupping the side of his face as his thumb pressed into Noct's mouth to press against one of his fangs. The sharp fang easily pierced his toughened skin like it was nothing even as Prompto was careful not to have his claw scratch the inside of his mouth. He preferred to see his marks.]

Weak little humans can't even hope to do what you can. What you did. You drained that man. Fucking killed him. And you loved it, didn't you? The way his heartbeat slowed. The light fading from his eyes. But most of all, that blood. Thick, and warm, and so delicious. You're cold, Noct. So very cold, but that warmth must have felt like heaven.

[Prompto stared at Noct as he spoke, kept his thumb in Noct's mouth. Teasing, tempting, and shoving the facts in Noct's face until he accepted them.]

[ Prompto moved closer to him and Noct tried moving back, but the other had cupped his face. He tried jerking back but he couldn't get out of his grip. He was too strong and the claws were too close to his skin. He let out a growl and narrowed his eyes. ]

Stop...

[He shouldn't have spoke. The movement and the pressure Prompto placed on his fang forced it to cut through the skin. He tried so hard to ignore the overwhelming smell of blood, the way he could practically taste it.

He tried to block out the words beings said. He didn't... he couldn't have liked any of that. But the blood was so warm and he was so cold. Prompto was warm against his skin. His hands were warm. The body above him was warm. He was so cold and thirsty...]

Prompto... [The name came out as a groan and his eyes slipped close. His tongue darted out to lick at the blood before his lips wrapped around the digit.]

[Prompto's body temperature ran hotter than humans. It was probably the same for some daemons, but Prompto certainly didn't try it. They had smelled terrible. Not at all like humans. Not at all like how Noct smelled, even though he definitely wasn't a human. But it was probably part of the reason why daemons burned up in the sun. It was too hot, either because they were already too hot, or they just couldn't take any heat at all.

But Noct. Noct was cool against him, almost refreshing in a way the night just couldn't be any more. And when those cool lips wrapped around his thumb to collect more of his blood, Prompto felt something he'd never felt from an injury before.

Excitement.

Usually injuries left him annoyed and a little angry, depending on the severity of the injury. But this was different. Maybe because it was self-inflicted? Maybe because it was helping him to prove his point to Noctis? Or was it because Noct enjoyed it? The man he was already considering his before he'd even claimed him. He'd never been in this kind of situation before. He'd never felt this way before. And Noct's expression looked so good as he tasted his blood.

He leaned forward again, lips brushing against Noct's ear.]

Do you want me, Noct?

[He whispered the words, knowing full well that it could be taken different ways. He was okay if it was taken in more than one way, but he pressed his thumb more firmly against Noct's tongue anyway. Maybe as incentive. Prompto was excited to see where this would go.]

[ His hand gripped at Prompto's wrist and kept him in place. His fingers pressed against the pulse and he let out a soft sound. He licked at the digit and sucked at it, hoped to suck more of that warm liquid from the wound. It was only a little bit, but it was enough to amplify the thirst. Enough to push him just over the edge.

He could feel the warmth radiating off of his friend. It felt so nice against his cold skin, it made him feel... alive. It made him feel better, gave him strength and something to focus on. Prompto tasted different than the human. His blood was thicker, heavier, and hot.

The blond leaned forward and Noctis pressed himself closer. The words whispered in his ear sent a shudder though him.

What did he want? Did he want Prompto? Did he want this creature wearing his friend's skin? He let out a low groan around the finger pressed firmly against his tongue. It wasn't enough and he needed more He pulled back, just enough to look at the other. His deep purple eyes were half lidded as let out a soft groan. ]

More... [He wrapped his lips around the finger one more time before he bit it one more time, making another cut. If it hurt the other, he didn't care. All he wanted now was the warm sticky blood to continue flowing into his mouth. He wanted to keep feeling warm like this for as long as he could.]

[Prompto looked back at Noctis when he had pulled away to answer. Something more stirred within him at the expression he saw, and hen he hissed at the next cut to his thumb, it was in desire, not pain.

Damn, but he had never felt like this before. Sure, he played with the humans a bit before. And even during, when the taste of their blood awakened his desires. But this was completely different. He hadn't even had a taste of blood yet, other than the little licks he'd given earlier and that certainly wasn't enough. For as small as the cuts were, he was still being injured, and yet...]

Do I taste good, Noct? [A little chuckle.] There are better spots than my thumb...

[His own eyes were bright, soft glow a little stronger from his desires. He would take care of Noct. He wanted to claim him, keep him. He hadn't realized how lonely he'd been until-- wait, no. Not lonely. He couldn't feel something as human as that.

He pushed it away just as he pushed close to Noct again. He licked against his skin again, the human's blood barely on his conscious. He kissed and lightly grazed his teeth against the creature that had been his best friend when they were human. He tested the yield of his skin, but didn't break it yet. He'd allow Noct to drink a little more. Maybe from a better place, first.]

[He let out a soft hum at Prompto's suggestion. There were better spots where the blood would flow freely. He couldn't get that from the small cuts he'd made on the thumb. He wanted more. He wanted to feel warmer, hotter.

The blood on his chin was already drying, but the blond above him continued to lick it up. Maybe he'd There was the scrape of sharp teeth against his skin and he let out an almost inhuman growl. Was it a warning? A sound of pleasure? He wasn't sure. Everything was confusing. Hazy. The only real thing could focus on was the blood flowing into his mouth and the soft beat of the pulse at his fingertips.

Before this, he would have never done this with his best friend. They always playfully touched each other but doing something like this? It had never really crossed his mind. Now all he wanted to do was bring the daemon closer to himself. His leg wrapped itself around his waist and held him in place. There was no way he was letting him get away. Not when he was the only thing around on this beach.

He let Prompto's thumb slip out of his mouth and began to kiss lower along his hand.]

Give it to me. [His voice is rough with want, hunger, desire. He doesn't know what to call it but it blocks out all rational thought.] I need more...

[Noct didn't need words for his answer. Not when he had wrapped his leg around Prompto to keep him there. Prompto was happy at the response and pushed down onto him a little more firmly. He wasn't going anywhere.

He smiled when Noctis took his advice and released his thumb to kiss lower. And those words. He knew what Noct probably meant with them, but he didn't think Noctis knew the other way in which he could understand those words. It didn't matter though, he'd give Noct both.]

Don't worry. I'll take care of you.

[Prompto didn't fight against Noct, let him move his arm as he wanted. Would he drink from his wrist next? Would he shove his arm away and go straight for his neck? He didn't know, but he found himself liking either option. He'd never wanted to bleed for anything before, but now it was just another way to keep Noctis for himself.

His free arm moved lower along Noct's body, ignoring the sand so he could grab Noct's ass and press their bodies together. He felt so good against him.]

Use your fangs.

[Prompto pressed him firmly against the sand and he didn't care. Not when he was warm and the potential for more blood was promised. He let out a moan when he heard the soft words of encouragement from his friend. Was it a plea for help? Encouragement to continue? He didn't know. He knew that he needed help. He had to resist this. He had to stop doing this.

He needed more blood.

His purple eyes looked up when Prompto suggested he use his fangs. They emitted a soft glow that was similar to when he used to summon the Astrals. However this time, nothing happened. Instead, he only sighed as he nosed at the pulse. He could hear the soft pump of blood as it pulsed through the demon.

His ass was grabbed and he was pulled closer to the blond. Just then he bit at his wrist, cutting it open. Warm blood flooded into his mouth and he eagerly lapped it up. It was different than the human's. It was thick, hot. There was something that tasted different, but he couldn't think of why.

Whatever it was, it was amazing. ]

[Prompto groaned at the sharp sting to the inside of his wrist, followed by the licking and suction that seemed to ease the minor pain into a dull throb. His excitement increased and before he could stop himself, he bit Noctis back, near his shoulder. It was just a small bite; he wasn't trying to tear the flesh off Noctis, he just wanted to taste him back. Just like how he smelled, the blood tasted different. Better. It made his already half hard cock hardened further and he rocked his hips against the creature beneath him. He licked at the wound, then words spilled from his lips.]

Gonna take care of you. Gonna keep you. You're mine, Noct.

[Whether Noct wanted to accept that right now or not. His hold tightened a little more. Noct wasn't going anywhere, but... with Prompto's blood filling his mouth, did he really want to?]

[ Everything had gone to hell in a hand basket in Altissia. Luna had given everything she had and more to the final rite, to making sure Noctis came out of that fight as successful as possible. And sure enough, he'd come out on top. During the struggle, Ardyn had made his hideous appearance known in the most morbid way possible: a knife directly to her gut.

Words had been exchanged, and he'd been more than smug when he'd fled on his stupid airship.

The last thing she can clearly recall from life as a mortal is holding Noctis in her arms while water rained down on them, pressing the Ring of the Lucii into his palm and shielding him to the best of her abilities. She'd fully accepted death, had been ready to embrace her true fate for what it was.

...But then she'd awakened in a dark hotel room with her elder brother staring down at her with the most perplexed expression she'd ever seen him wear. She was confused too, of course. She felt tired and weak and cold. Strangely, she'd felt thirsty. She can remember having a brief conversation with her brother, who was gently trying to put the pieces together for her. It was only when he had placed her own hand against her chest that it hit her: she'd had no beating heart. That she wasn't needing to draw breath anymore.

Ravus had left her after a while despite her protests. Before he'd left, he'd assured her that Noctis had survived... which meant that the prince more than likely thought her dead. To be fair, he wouldn't be wrong. She'd hastily picked up their shared book and had written a quick note:

I hope you are feeling better. Whenever you feel healthy enough, we need to speak. It is urgent. I must ask that you tell no one. Please forgive me, Noctis.

-Lunafreya

She'd given the book to Umbra, along with the address of the hotel she'd been brought to, and he'd gone quickly to find their prince and deliver the message as per usual. Which brings them to the here and now -- she's sitting wearily on the edge of her bed, fidgeting almost restlessly. It's nightfall, and she feels like she needs to just go out and do something.

She'd spent the day experimenting. She'd tried to go outside after her brother had left, but the sun -- the one thing she'd promised to make sure stayed around -- had hurt so badly. She'd felt like she was on fire, honestly, and the fact that her skin was quite literally steaming and smoking had only served to confirm everything for her.

She's not sure what brought this on. Clearly, it had to do with the Chancellor -- it's the only thing she can think of. But perhaps Noctis will have more insight on these things when he gets here... maybe. She's almost nervous to see him, because she doesn't know how he's going to react. She's not even sure how she feels about this.

Pryna whines at her feet, and she leans down to lightly pet her companion. ] Myself as well, Pryna... whatever are we to do about this, hm?

[ I just wanted to save you. They're words that repeat in his head, over and over again. Ignis has left him to tell the others that he's awake. Considering his injury, Noctis doesn't know how long he'll take. But for once, he's alright with being alone. It lets him grieve in peace. Maybe Ignis thought it would be better for him that way. Maybe Ignis just didn't know what to say.

He flips through the pages of the journal. There's so many memories, so many notes they've written to each other. Promises that they'd be together, that one day they would be married. His eyes catch over the words 'I love you' written in neat writing over the page and he lets his fingers trace over each letter. He can feel the sting of tears threatening to fall and he tries holding them back. Eventually he loses that battle and a soft sob falls from his lips. ]

I'm sorry...

[He doesn't know how long he sits there flipping through the pages. There's letters exchanged through the years. Some happy, some sad. Pictures and flowers pressed between pages with notes written to the side. Finally he reaches the end-- a sylleblossom is pressed against the last page and he closes his eyes again. How could this happen? How could he let this happen to her?

He flips to the last page and expects to see it blank. Instead there's a final note. Something distinctly in Luna's handwriting with an address below it. He looks up and out toward the window. Could she really be alive? This was obviously in her writing... It had to be her!

He shoves his boots on and grabs his jacket. He's still tired and exhausted from the battle with Leviathan, but he can't ignore this. It might be a trap, it might be a set up by the Niffs to capture him, but he has to go. If there's even the smallest chance that Luna could be alive, then he has to go. He goes down the hallways, slips past the rooms where he can hear his friend's voices. They would probably stop him, anyways. He can't let that happen, so he keeps going until he ends up outside of the hotel.

He's greeted by Umbra who lets out an excited bark and the prince takes a moment to scratch his ears and give him a pat to the side. ]

Good boy. Now let's go see Luna.

[ They run through what's... left of Altissia. It's all a disaster and Noctis can only hope that their evacuation efforts were successful. The beautiful city on the water is practically in ruin. It's not the level of devastation that Lucis is in, but it's not much better. This is something he'll make right. But for now, he has to find the oracle.

Eventually they reach a hotel. It's one of the few buildings that looks to be untouched. There's a surprising lack of guards which is suspicious but Noctis isn't going to think about it too much now. Not when Luna could be so close. Umbra leads him up the stairs to a closed off room that seems to be isolated from the others. The dog scratches at the door and Noctis gives a nod before he opens it.

Hopefully this wasn't a trap. ]

[ Ravus told her he'd come back, and in the time it takes for Umbra to get to Noctis, he does. He's brought her a new dress -- one that isn't torn and bloodied up. He has promised her that he would look into.... into whatever it is that has happened to her. He'd left her then, with yet another promise to come back later. But he had not specified just when 'later' was which is more than a little frustrating. Just how long does she have to be cooped up in this place? It's as if she's back in Tenebrae, locked away in her room. Except this is some abandoned hotel she's being forced into this time around.

All of this excess time that she is so very unused to having after running around for the last few weeks in her rush to perform the rites and get things as ready as possible for Noctis has been both a blessing and a curse. It has given her a time to reflect on the things that have happened to her thus far, but it has also made her thing of all of the more negative things. Specifically, one Ardyn Izunia. She had known something was up when he'd smiled at her with that shit eating grin that she'd just love to tear off of his face with her bare hands--

That is not a normal thought. That is not a normal thought that she would usually have, and it absolutely horrifies her just how much hate and contempt she feels for the man. She's always disliked the chancellor, especially so now after everything he's done. But hate is a strong word, one that has never crossed her mind before until now.

She has also discovered something else in the few hours of free time she's had: she no longer holds a reflection. It had been startling at first, brushing her hair and turning to look into the broken mirror in the bathroom only to see nothing but a brush floating mid-air. It had startled her enough that she'd dropped the aforementioned object onto the floor.

It was also at about this point, as she'd been trying to worry her lower lip between her teeth, that she'd realized that suddenly she could feel two very dainty fangs. To say that it was a little concerning would be putting it lightly, and it would be a lie to say that she did not panic ever so slightly in that moment.

She's changing -- has changed? -- and she doesn't like it. Lunafreya knows she should not be here right now, that she should be in the beyond. What was it that her brother had said on his way out? "It is a second chance, Lunafreya. We can fix this. Remain calm." How is she to remain calm when there should not have been a second chance to be had? This is not natural.

She's found that sleep comes only when the sun rises, and even then it's not so easy to find. But she does, for a few hours at least, until there is some scratching on the door. Luna has always been a light sleeper, a necessary evil after twelve years a captive of the Empire, and it does not take more than one swipe of Umbra's paw against the door frame to rouse her. Pryna knows, too. She's pushed herself up from her mistress's side, tail wagging and tongue lolling out the side of her mouth.

Quickly, the woman pushes herself to her sleep as the doorknob twists, but it is not Ravus who enters. It is Noctis, and for a long moment she can do nothing but stare at this wonderful man who, despite everything that has happened, has trekked all the way here. The man who she had very much planned to spend a little time with after the Hydraen battle but had been cut short thanks to Ardyn. She had assumed she would never see Noctis again after delivering the ring to him successfully, and yet here he stands before her.

There is no chaos around them, nor is there a crowd of onlookers. For the first time in twelve years, it is just the two of them, and despite having seen him just days prior very briefly, she feels like this is the first time she's really, really gotten a look at him without Astrals flailing about, and people clapping and cheering all around.

She may have changed, but her feelings for her prince -- nay, her king -- have not. There has always been a certain protocol people like the two of them have had to follow being royalty, but right now rules and protocol and formalities are pushed to the back burner as she feels herself moving forward before she can even think to stop herself. As soon as she's close enough, she throws her arms around his neck and pulls him in close, squeezing her eyes shut as her head drops onto his shoulder.

It's strange, the way she can hear the thrumming of his pulse under her ear, how healthy and strong it sounds. But she ignores that for the moment, because right now there are more important things to be focusing on. ]

Praise be to the Gods that you are safe... [ She means that with every fiber of her very being. Ravus had told her that Noctis survived the incident, but to see him here, to have her arms around him and to have him so close is just a wonderful confirmation. She had seen to it that he had the ring, yes, but there had been that lingering, hideous doubt that he had survived. The fear that perhaps he had passed on as well, or that he had suffered grievous injuries.

But he is here, and slowly she lifts her head and places her hands, ice cold as they are, lightly against his cheeks. She notices how pale her hands look against his cheeks, still so warm and full of life, and the contrast nearly makes her pull away. She doesn't, though, instead opting to lightly stroke his cheeks with her thumbs. ]

You have no idea how good it is to see you right now, Noctis... I was so worried... [ She trails off, before she smiles a little, unable to help herself. This is, after all, the first alone time they have had since they were children, and she can't help but feel a little bit amused despite everything. ] Look at you... look at how tall you've grown. For someone who does not enjoy vegetables, you somehow managed to finally outgrow me...

[ But that's not important, as amusing as it is. He is safe, and he is alive. Her shoulders drop, as though a weight has been literally lifted from them, and she finds herself pulling him back in for a second hug, just as tight as the first. She loves this poor man who has been through so much, and her little issue has nearly been forgotten for the moment. Just to be in Noctis' presence once more, just to have him so close and here... just to stand at his side is all she's ever wanted, and now she finally has it. Even if it's temporary, to say that she's finally been allowed time with him... it's more than she could have ever asked for. ]

Forgive me, Noctis. I am just so happy to see you...

[The room is dark, which is a contrast to anything he'd seen Luna in when he met her in Tenebrae. Then again, that was years ago and they're under much different circumstances today. Regardless, she's here. She's alive. She's right in front of him, moving from the bed, and he meets her halfway.

It's not the reunion he imagined. Not the reunion they were promised. There are no guards or friends around. It's not a huge ceremony, but it doesn't matter. Not when his heart his practically bursting with so many emotions. His arms wrap around her and he pulls her close. He's dreamed of this moment for years and now it's finally happening. He feels the sting of tears at his eyes again because he's so happy, so relieved to finally see her after all this time. Her head drops to his shoulder and he presses his lips to her hair. Finally, they're together.

Ignis said you passed... I'm so glad you're here.

[Her hand reaches for his cheek and he presses into the touch. It's then that he finally realizes that she's... cold. Very cold. In fact, she's almost icy and it nearly sends a shiver through him. His eyes widen just a bit as he looks at her. She's so pale. in fact, it might be the lighting, but she almost seems to blend into the white dress she's wearing. He should be concerned. He should ask if she's alright, but she keeps speaking.

Despite everything, he lets out a huff of a laugh, because he is much taller than her now. It's definitely a change from when they were children. She pulls him in for a second hug, and he holds her just as close. Even if she's cold, he can't stay away from her. Hopefully he can help warm her up. ]

It's alright. [He buries his face in her hair and holds her close. His hands rub idly at her back.] I'm just glad that I can finally see you again.

[ Lunafreya feels bad for dragging him here like this. Honestly, she knows she should have probably stayed silent and let him think she was gone. But that seemed cruel, and she was feeling a little more than selfish. It wasn't fair to either of them, not being able to reunite at least once after twelve long years. And she isn't even sure how long this... whatever it is -- she's still not sure if she quite believes in vampirism and she doesn't want to think about it despite showing every last sign and symptom -- but she's no idea how long this is going to last. If it's permanent, she can't be allowed to walk the planet, she would be nothing more than a danger to the people and a burden. If it isn't permanent, does that means she goes back to just... death? Or rather, true death?

These are all very good points she should be focusing on. But instead she opts to think more about the strong arms around her and who they belong to, his voice... just everything about him. For a brief moment in time, they can be happy, can be the way they were meant to be before everything happened.

But then he speaks, and a pang of guilt tears through her. He seems happy to see her right now, but she has no idea what he's going to think or how he's going to react when he realizes something is off with her. Rather, when she tells him. ]

I... [ She has never had a hard time with words before. She has been in the public eye most of her life, has given so many speeches to thousands of people. She has been on television and radio. So why is this so hard to spit out? ] ...I am glad to be here, too. I am just so grateful to be able to see you... but Ignis was not incorrect. I did pass, Noctis.

[ There. It's out on the table, even though she hasn't explained herself yet, but she's trying to find the most gentle way of putting this. That's not so easy for her to do, considering she has no idea what Ardyn did to her other than stab her to make her like this, but she knows he did this to her. There is no other way, and when she'd touched him there had been such a darkness about him, within him.

She wants to keep Noctis away from him. What if he does this to him as well? To be stuck like this for however long. Eternity? That is not a fate she wants for her beloved king. And yet, the little voice in the back of her mind tells her that he would be better off like this. They could be together forever, they would never have to be apart again.

She can see the look on his face, though, because he's... she must be making him cold, too, and she knows she mustn't look too great. It is this that makes her push those strange thoughts aside, to ignore that nagging quiet voice. But then he's hugging her in return again and it's hard not to just melt into his embrace. He is just as sweet, and caring, and kind as she remembers him to be.

For a few moments she relaxes into their embrace, a hand moving up his own back to lightly play with the hair at the nape of his neck. She could just stay like this forever, really... and if the Gods saw fit to end her existence right now, she could and would die --again-- happily. ]

I am, too... to see you again is all I have ever wanted, and you have no idea how happy I am right now.

[ She's over the moon, honestly. But this is just prolonging the inevitable. Slowly, she forces herself to pull back just enough so she can peer up at him again, having to fight the urge to just cling onto him for a while longer. ]

I pray you can forgive me for this, but there is something we must discuss... it is about Ardyn Izunia. He has done something to me, Noctis. [ There is a thoughtful pause. ] Perhaps you should sit down and make yourself comfortable before I begin.

[ He was exhausted. Tired. He knew that the crystal was taking it's toll on him, that the magic was slowly eating away at his body. He slept more, was more irritable, quiet. Doing anything was a chore. He spent most of his time sleeping in the car when he wasn't necessarily needed. However, the worst part of it all was the thirst that he had to ignore.

Both Gladio and Ignis knew what was wrong. They had trained most of their lives for this. The first few times they offered their assistance was years ago. The prince had learned to keep himself in check since then. But now? With all of the fighting they had to do lately, he was exhausted. Exhausted and thirsty.

That was the worst part of it all. There was the constant thirst he had. Nothing would fix it. he could try drinking water, or ignoring it, but nothing would help. There was only one thing that his body had craved and he couldn't gt it no matter how badly he wanted it. It was wrong. He couldn't as his friends to shoulder that burden. They'd already given so much already. He couldn't ask any more from them.

Eventually it was too much and one day while Ignis and Prompto were cooking, Gladio had taken Noctis to the side of the tent away from prying eyes. Noctis had almost refused the offering that his shield had for him, but the other man had insisted. And so quietly, he drank from the small cut Gladio had made on his wrist. It was almost an instant relief. He could feel his tense muscles relax and his heart beat slow down.

But he couldn't drink too much. He didn't want to hurt his friend and he didn't want to be gone too long. Eventually he heard the others call them both over and he had to force himself away from the blood that was offered.

Right. That was enough. ]

Be right there! [He called as he wiped his mouth with his glove. He already knew Ignis would know immediately, but maybe he could keep this secret from Prompto. Gladio reassured him that he'd be fine and urged Noct to go ahead of him. The prince agreed and muttered a quiet thanks as he stepped out from behind the tent.]

Smells good. [That's right. Act like nothing just happened. Maybe Prompto wouldn't notice.] Can't wait to try what you guys cooked up.

[Prompto hadnt missed Noct and Gladio disappear behind the tent, but he hadn't though about it until they appeared again. Well, Noct had, wiping his mouth and calling over to them. Had he been wiping his mouth? Prompto was fairly sure but he'd only caught it from the corner of his eye. Why would...? His brows shot up as he watched, eventually, Gladio came out and looked... hrm. He tried to watch as discreetly as he could. Gladio looked a little tired, kind of... happier, though?

Wait.

Wait a second.

Prompto's gaze snapped between Gladio and Noct with widening eyes. No way. No way. Since when?! Why?! How???? His brain felt like it was misfiring on his assumption but nothing else explained it. How did he miss that all this time?

The blond was just staring blankly, lips slightly parted. It took a slap on the shoulder from Gladio to snap him out of it.]

Come on, Prom. Dinner, maybe you've heard of it?

R-Right! [Oh by the Six. How was he going to look either of them in the eye again?!]

[ Prompto was acting a little strange, but just as Noctis was about to ask him what was wrong, he caught Ignis trying to sneak a few carrots onto his plate. There were a few words of protest and he eventually won when Ignis sighed and moved them off. Ha. Victory!

Eventually he sits down with his plate next to Prompto. Gladio and Ignis are busy talking talking to each other, planning out their trip for tomorrow. Noctis was too tired to think about it for now. Maybe he'd give some input later on. For now, he was going to enjoy his dinner and the fact that he was finally feeling better after these last few days. ]

You looked like you saw a ghost back there. You okay? [He took a bite of his fish an--Was that a carrot?! Gross.]

[Oh man. Noct and Gladio are- are what? Prompto's brain wracks itself for possibilities. He sits there, chewing on his lower lip and barely even paying attention to the food put into his hands other than a quick 'thanks' of automatic politeness to Ignis. They're... together? Well, it's not like Gladio isn't always around Noct, and they're really close. Is it a relationship? Or... are they just like, fuck buddies or something?

...Wait. Wait. Wait. Does that mean Noct's... like, into dudes? What about his marriage with Lady Lunafreya!? Or... maybe he's... into both...? What if he is into both? Does that mean he has a chance-- well, not if he's with Gladio! Does Ignis know?

His head is spinning. Does he like, warn Ignis or is he the only one who doesn't know? 'Cause Gladio sure freaking does!

It actually takes several seconds for Prompto's brain to catch up to the fact that Noct just spoke and he looks over, blinking once before his mind replays the words and tries to answer.] Uh- Uh, yeah! Just fine! Just, you know, tired. Today was crazy hot, right? [Babbling. He's babbling and he knows it but he plays it up with his bright grin and pops a bit of fish into his mouth, talking around it.]

Maybe we should see if we can sneak off and go swimming or something. [...Hmm.] Unless you think they'll wanna come too? Gladio gets real protective of you.

[He's his Shield, DUH, of course he gets real protective stop sounding like an idiot!]

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soooo NSFW... in more than one way lol

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after I've deleted 5 additional paragraphs >.<

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sure did go even more NSFW in this reply lol

...This could turn NSFW depending WHO KNOWS. Also SPOILERS 4 CHAPTER 9

so 10 years late and then i wrote a novel. IM SORRY

NEVER BE SORRY.... HAVE A NOVEL IN RETURN HUEHUE

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/might have been laughing while writing this tag