Some Nice Quiet Beach in the Bahamas; Tuesday [01/10].

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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 ]]

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"Bwuh?" asked Prompto, eloquently, as the sound of Liz's voice managed to help pull him from the last vestiges of that clinging dream. She hadn't been there when he zonked out, had she? No, he'd been by himself; just how long was he out for? He opened his eyes slowly again, lifting a hand to help block the brightness of the sun as he turned toward her, the details of her face in the glowing light manifesting as his eyes adjusted.

"Hi," he breathed out, so much more than just a word, with all the relief infused into it, and he smiled through it, if he hadn't just seen that face staring lifelessly down at him from where it hung the ceiling of the Citadel...

"Sorry," he added, shifting in his seat to sit up a little, now noticing her hand held out and reaching over to take it. "Guess I fell asleep for a little bit there..."

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“You don’t have to apologise for anything,” Liz told him gently as she took his hand, giving it a squeeze, “did you want to go back to bed and try and get some sleep? It might be a bit more comfortable than here in the sun?”

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To that, Prompto just chuckled, already in the process of trying to brush away any lingering effects of the dream, sweep them right under the mental rug for now,a s if they'd never even been there. The last thing he wanted was for Liz to start worrying, all because his dumb brain couldn't get the hint that they were on a honeymoon, here.

"It is way too gorgeous out here to sleep away our last day inside," he said. "Besides, I like the sun."

Even if the sun, clearly, by the way he was definitely sporting some sunburn, didn't seem to like him very much.

"I just kind of dozed off, that's all."

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Liz was still a little worried but she honestly didn’t blame Prompto for not wanting to go back inside, “it is lovely out here isn’t it? I’m going to miss being here,” she admitted.

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"I'm seriously half tempted to see about maybe tacking on a few more days and texting Summer to just do an emergency selfie lesson for my class tomorrow," Prompto said, his grin a little rueful, but...mostly teasing? There was definitely still a kernel of truth in there, though. "But I don't know if I'd want to miss doing the selfie lesson myself."

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“The selfie lesson does sound fun,” Liz grinned at that, “I mean the last few days have been amazing here, even though I know i wouldn’t object to a few extra days,” she had to admit.

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"You know what?" Prompto said, gaining a broad grin as he shifted in his chair again, so that he was turned more toward Liz. "Forget the whole farm idea. Maybe we could just ship off here once Fandom gets too small for us. Plenty of room for kids to run around; we can be fishermen." The grin went a little extra lopsided, to counterbalance the slight touch of sadness in it. "Make Noct proud."

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Liz did smile at the idea of moving out here, even though it wasn’t quite a full smile at the mention of Noctis, “he would be proud,” she said softly, “it wouldn’t be that hard to learn how to fish right?”

Liz had really no idea about fishing.

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"I mean," said Prompto, "if Noct could figure it out, I'm pretty sure anyone can."

Hey, sacrificing yourself to save the entire world still didn't exempt you from getting shit-talked by your besties.

There wasn't much sting in it, though. If anything, it just leaned a little toward sad.

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Liz smiled softly at that, "then moving here and learning how to fish sounds like a great plan," she said, "I know I could get used to living here," she added as she took a moment to look around at the beach.