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At the time, planning for a short, sweet honeymoon had made a lot of sense, but there was nothing to make Prompto wish he'd have gone in for a longer one that coming into their last full day here in the Bahamas. Which had been gorgeous and perfect and everything he expected it to be.
Well, except for the nightmares. He thought that, with the stress of the wedding now behind him and being in a literal paradise with the love of his life would sort of put a damper on all that shit, but he was still sleeping terribly, still plagued by all the intrusive thoughts of his tumultuous past and his uncertain future. But since this was definitely one of the few chances they'd be able to enjoy a trip like this, especially once the kid was born, he hoped he did a fair job of not letting it get to him, not letting it drag him down too much, not letting it interfere with Liz's enjoyment of their time here. Thankfully, it wasn't like they were out surfing or hiking every day. They were mostly just reveling in each other's company, attempting to get all their lovey-dovey sighing happily at each other and marveling over the fact that they were married out of their system (spoiler alert: they would fail) and basking in the sun. The only things getting a workout around here were their cameras.
Tired as he was, though, from the lack of any decent sleep, in the waking hours, Prompto really couldn't be happier, and it was a little bittersweet that it was almost over. All the more reason, he figured, to make sure to enjoy it, getting comfortable on the beautiful stretch of beach right outside their quaint little hotel, closing his eyes, and just soaking up the sun.
...and falling asleep practically within minutes.
Not even all the sunscreen in the world could save him now.
[[ for the ~wifey~! and NFB for distance, of course. CW for some disturbing dream imagery ]]
Well, except for the nightmares. He thought that, with the stress of the wedding now behind him and being in a literal paradise with the love of his life would sort of put a damper on all that shit, but he was still sleeping terribly, still plagued by all the intrusive thoughts of his tumultuous past and his uncertain future. But since this was definitely one of the few chances they'd be able to enjoy a trip like this, especially once the kid was born, he hoped he did a fair job of not letting it get to him, not letting it drag him down too much, not letting it interfere with Liz's enjoyment of their time here. Thankfully, it wasn't like they were out surfing or hiking every day. They were mostly just reveling in each other's company, attempting to get all their lovey-dovey sighing happily at each other and marveling over the fact that they were married out of their system (spoiler alert: they would fail) and basking in the sun. The only things getting a workout around here were their cameras.
Tired as he was, though, from the lack of any decent sleep, in the waking hours, Prompto really couldn't be happier, and it was a little bittersweet that it was almost over. All the more reason, he figured, to make sure to enjoy it, getting comfortable on the beautiful stretch of beach right outside their quaint little hotel, closing his eyes, and just soaking up the sun.
...and falling asleep practically within minutes.
Not even all the sunscreen in the world could save him now.
[[ for the ~wifey~! and NFB for distance, of course. CW for some disturbing dream imagery ]]