[It's no mistake that his name means quicksilver, for as dramatic as the cloudburst is, it passes swiftly, mercurial weather. Prompto sniffles against Ignis's shoulder, gradually sinking into the comfort of being held--being held by someone as sure and steadfast as Iggy--and eventually, finally nods.]
Noct is here.
[He repeats it, because that didn't sink in before. Noct is here, he hasn't even challenged Leviathan yet. Prompto lets himself sag a little more, trying to process the unbelievable relief of that. Noct is here.]
He's okay?
[Of course he is, Prompto knows that just from the fact Ignis is here, okay himself, with care to spare for him. It's impossible to conceive of a world where Ignis is okay and Noctis isn't.
Prompto just wants to hear him say it. When Ignis Scientia says something, it becomes more than fact; and if it isn't fact yet, he'll make it so.]
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Noct is here.
[He repeats it, because that didn't sink in before. Noct is here, he hasn't even challenged Leviathan yet. Prompto lets himself sag a little more, trying to process the unbelievable relief of that. Noct is here.]
He's okay?
[Of course he is, Prompto knows that just from the fact Ignis is here, okay himself, with care to spare for him. It's impossible to conceive of a world where Ignis is okay and Noctis isn't.
Prompto just wants to hear him say it. When Ignis Scientia says something, it becomes more than fact; and if it isn't fact yet, he'll make it so.]