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victory_road2017-10-19 10:52 pm
freckledfocus) wrote in victory_road2017-10-19 10:52 pm
when the night has come
Who: Prompto & Ignis, Prompto & You
Where: Violet City (video and in-person interactions available)
When: October 15
Summary: Prompto loses more than friendships in ways he never imagined.
Rating: Mentions of death, facial injuries (specifically: eyes)(fairly graphic)
A. Violet Inn - Closed toseeingeyesteward (Ignis)
[Prompto wakes violently, pallid skin glistening with a cold-sweat and a strangled scream dying in his throat as terrified eyes open inhumanly wide. He immediately tries to turn on the night next to his bed, trembling hands fumbling with the simple switch until the incandescent bulb lights and part of the room is bathed in a yellow glow.
He chokes on his sob of relief. He can see.
Shaking, Prompto can't help thinking about hisdream nightmare.]
(Dreamscape)He can barely hear Noct shouting his name over the pounding of his blood in his ears. He's running, which normally fills him with adrenaline but now every step fills him with dread. Something is wrong, something is happening, and he needs to move faster.
Dodging and weaving around hordes of daemons, something catches his foot and he falls. Hard. He forces breath back in his lungs and surges forward, driven by his one purpose:Protect Save Noctis. He's already failed to protect him, he can't fail to save him.
Sprinting now, suddenly darkness spills across his eyes. He lifts his hand to wipe them, and shouts when he feels it; shards of ... something embedded in his face. He's trying to carefully map out how bad the damage is while he runs (there's no time to stop for a simple injury, Noct needs him), but his hands are wet with blood and it's getting darker and darker with each footfall. Something else catches his foot, probably an imp if the screech is anything to go by, and he stumbles just enough to jar his left hand; it suddenly presses against the left side of his face and he screams as hot pain rips through him as easily as the shards rip through his skin... and his eye.
Blood flows freely down his face now, making it harder to breathe as he runs and pouring into his other eye, adding to the growing fuzziness of what little he can still see. It seems like ages have passed, but he's finally rounding the corner and Noct's voice is so close and -
Nonononono.
He's too late; he's failed again.(End Dreamscape)
[Yea, Prompto's had dreams of losing Noct before. Hell, he's had dreams of losing all of them. But never like this. He's shaking, rocking back and forth on his bed with his arms wrapped around his knees so tightly even Pryna, who woke up as soon as Prompto did, can't press her way in. The blond pays her no mind, completely lost in the lingering horror of that nightmare, of the last thing he saw before it all went dark and he jolted awake. Noct's body, mutilated and torn, laying in a haphazard heap on the ground and the way dying eyes met his fading one.
A more violent tremor runs through Prompto's body and he starts digging his nails into his skin, a subconscious attempt to bring him back to the present. He wants to close his eyes, but knows he'll just see it all again if he does. So he forces them to stay open, wide and unaware of anything other than the light filling the room. He still hasn't taken note of Pryna, who's gone from trying to get his attention to chirping, wild and nervous, at Ignis in the other bed.]
B. Video: Later that day
[The video opens to a patch of sky, slowly moving to be replaced by a haggard Prompto. His face is ungodly pale, highlighting the dark bags under his slightly bloodshot eyes (the eye-drops Iggy had helped a little) and even his hair seems pale, unstyled and limp around his freckled face. Exhaustion-dulled violet eyes look into the camera as he starts to speak.]
H-hey guys. M'sure I look like a mess, but I ... I've gotta see if anyone else is experiencing this stuff.
[He closes his eyes and takes a deep breath, exhaling as he opens them to reveal a dim sparkle of determination. He's gotta get to the bottom of this, for his sake and for Iggy's sake. And hey, maybe others will benefit too.]
E-ever since the Phantumps and Drowzees started showin' up, my sleep has been pretty bad. And lately I've been having some nightmares I haven't had in a while. But most recently - Gods this sounds so crazy - I think I've started havin' dreams that aren't ... well, aren't mine. A-and I seriously need to know if anyone else is going through th' same thing...
[His eyes nervously dart from the camera to the ground and back up, feeling more than a little exposed after opening up to anyone who happens to watch this. Yea, talking with Iggy helped a bit, but this is ... different. He just hopes he gets some answers and that no one calls him crazy.
Maybe he'll sleep better if he knows other people are dealing with this kind of stuff too. But he doubts it.]
Where: Violet City (video and in-person interactions available)
When: October 15
Summary: Prompto loses more than friendships in ways he never imagined.
Rating: Mentions of death, facial injuries (specifically: eyes)(fairly graphic)
A. Violet Inn - Closed to
seeingeyesteward (Ignis) [Prompto wakes violently, pallid skin glistening with a cold-sweat and a strangled scream dying in his throat as terrified eyes open inhumanly wide. He immediately tries to turn on the night next to his bed, trembling hands fumbling with the simple switch until the incandescent bulb lights and part of the room is bathed in a yellow glow.
He chokes on his sob of relief. He can see.
Shaking, Prompto can't help thinking about his
(Dreamscape)He can barely hear Noct shouting his name over the pounding of his blood in his ears. He's running, which normally fills him with adrenaline but now every step fills him with dread. Something is wrong, something is happening, and he needs to move faster.
Dodging and weaving around hordes of daemons, something catches his foot and he falls. Hard. He forces breath back in his lungs and surges forward, driven by his one purpose:
Sprinting now, suddenly darkness spills across his eyes. He lifts his hand to wipe them, and shouts when he feels it; shards of ... something embedded in his face. He's trying to carefully map out how bad the damage is while he runs (there's no time to stop for a simple injury, Noct needs him), but his hands are wet with blood and it's getting darker and darker with each footfall. Something else catches his foot, probably an imp if the screech is anything to go by, and he stumbles just enough to jar his left hand; it suddenly presses against the left side of his face and he screams as hot pain rips through him as easily as the shards rip through his skin... and his eye.
Blood flows freely down his face now, making it harder to breathe as he runs and pouring into his other eye, adding to the growing fuzziness of what little he can still see. It seems like ages have passed, but he's finally rounding the corner and Noct's voice is so close and -
Nonononono.
He's too late; he's failed again.(End Dreamscape)
[Yea, Prompto's had dreams of losing Noct before. Hell, he's had dreams of losing all of them. But never like this. He's shaking, rocking back and forth on his bed with his arms wrapped around his knees so tightly even Pryna, who woke up as soon as Prompto did, can't press her way in. The blond pays her no mind, completely lost in the lingering horror of that nightmare, of the last thing he saw before it all went dark and he jolted awake. Noct's body, mutilated and torn, laying in a haphazard heap on the ground and the way dying eyes met his fading one.
A more violent tremor runs through Prompto's body and he starts digging his nails into his skin, a subconscious attempt to bring him back to the present. He wants to close his eyes, but knows he'll just see it all again if he does. So he forces them to stay open, wide and unaware of anything other than the light filling the room. He still hasn't taken note of Pryna, who's gone from trying to get his attention to chirping, wild and nervous, at Ignis in the other bed.]
B. Video: Later that day
[The video opens to a patch of sky, slowly moving to be replaced by a haggard Prompto. His face is ungodly pale, highlighting the dark bags under his slightly bloodshot eyes (the eye-drops Iggy had helped a little) and even his hair seems pale, unstyled and limp around his freckled face. Exhaustion-dulled violet eyes look into the camera as he starts to speak.]
H-hey guys. M'sure I look like a mess, but I ... I've gotta see if anyone else is experiencing this stuff.
[He closes his eyes and takes a deep breath, exhaling as he opens them to reveal a dim sparkle of determination. He's gotta get to the bottom of this, for his sake and for Iggy's sake. And hey, maybe others will benefit too.]
E-ever since the Phantumps and Drowzees started showin' up, my sleep has been pretty bad. And lately I've been having some nightmares I haven't had in a while. But most recently - Gods this sounds so crazy - I think I've started havin' dreams that aren't ... well, aren't mine. A-and I seriously need to know if anyone else is going through th' same thing...
[His eyes nervously dart from the camera to the ground and back up, feeling more than a little exposed after opening up to anyone who happens to watch this. Yea, talking with Iggy helped a bit, but this is ... different. He just hopes he gets some answers and that no one calls him crazy.
Maybe he'll sleep better if he knows other people are dealing with this kind of stuff too. But he doubts it.]