hashtag_chocobro: (prompto + aranea)
First things first, Prompto had to track down Aranea, but however long that whole fever dream had taken, it thankfully hadn't taken too long, and he was able to catch her on her way back to the facility to make the appeal to join her.

"I'm ready," he told her. "I thought about what you said, and I've decided to face my fears, once and for all. I can't choose where I came from, but I can choose where I'm going."

"Alright," Aranea said, with a small, impressed sort of smile as she looked him over. "But slow me down, and you're going to get left behind."

"Then I better not slow you down," said Prompto. He'd been going for lightness, but it came out more determined than anything else, with a nod, and they went to climb back on that snowmobile and be on their way.

Plowing through MTs on a snowmobile was made a bit easier with second person wielding a gun…. )

So Prompto gave Aranea his thanks, and he set off in the direction she'd indicated, the snowmobile cutting through the tundra with an ease and a lightness he hadn't felt in what felt like ages. Onward, toward the Crystal. And with the Crystal, they could get their home back. And with their home back, Prompto could get back to Fandom, and finally try to live that life he wanted to live.

But it was a long way still to Gralea, and Aranea was not the only one watching as Prompto sped off to the north.

Someone was not quite done with this particular prodigal son yet. And as the cold Niflheim wind rustled his long coat, pushed his long hair, and ruffled his long scarves, Ardyn Izunia settled his crumpled hat back on his head and followed.


[[ Featuring the ULTIMATE Prompto Cringe Moment and my absolute shameless Ardyn/Verstael shipping. Anyway! That finally does conclude Episode Prompto! Thanks for sticking through it. It's all totally gonna be sunshine and daisies and rainbows from here on in, too, just you wait and see! NFB, NFI, OOC is divine, and now we try to do what we can to pretend that FF XV isn't a total goddamn mess in the endgame ]]
hashtag_chocobro: (father and son)
Prompto stood before the door that would lead him into the chamber where Verstael awaited. Even with the thick door closed, he could hear the machine working inside, pumping miasma into the tubes, and he tried not to think about how that could have been his fate. He tried, instead, to think of what had been his fate….and to remind himself that the only thing separating himself from the man to blame for the fact that all of that was now gone...was this one single door.

He breathed out. He could practically feel the sweat from his hands through his gloves on his grip on his gun. He held out his wrist toward the console. It lit up. Beeped. And opened the door.

And Prompto, trying to ignore the way his whole body shook as he tried to hold his gun before him steadily, slowly crept inside. -- CW for mild body horror, patricide, emo )

As they approached, though, Aranea reached for Prompto's shoulder, turning him roughly toward her and shoving a map into his chest.

"Head there," she directed. "I'll catch up later."

With a shaking, confused, indecisive breath, Prompto watched as she turned to stride back into the fray, and then, frantic, he called out, "But what about you?"

Aranea didn't turn back, though, pulling out her lance and already crouching for an attack. "I said I'll catch up!"

"But what if you--" Prompto began to protest.

"Just go!"

Prompto stared back at her, then stared down at the map in his hand. Tried to remember how to breath and then, with a few backwards steps and a new resolve, turned toward the snowmobile to hop aboard. A few seconds later, the engine was revved and he was ready to gun it, back out into the unknown frozen wilderness of Niflheim.


[[ Part 3 of 4, there's still one more to go after this! NFB, NFI, OOC always appreciated, today is a very big day, and also, Aranea is GOAT. True facts. ]

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