hashtag_chocobro: (with gladio)
There had been a day for Holly to process the mithryl, and, once returned to Cape Caem, a little more time for the final repairs to be done to the boat, days that seemed to stretch out with a certain undeniable tension to them. After all, at this point, considering how much had already happened, the chocobros were convinced that anything could happen. And this late in the game, anything that could happen was likely to set them back even further than they already were.

But, thankfully, nothing did happen. At least, when it came to their plans, it was a good thing, but it was less encouraging when nothing was happening with the communicator, despite Prompto's continued tinkering with it. He'd even gained a helper in Talcott, although, really, all the boy did was prattle on with various stories, mostly about his grandfather, but Prompto appreciated the company. He liked the kid a lot, even if it did make him feel an uncomfortable twist in his chest over the fact that all those wholesome little musings of him and Liz settling down and starting their own family were quickly starting to feel like hopeless dreams.

But then the boat was ready… )

Talcott's call, in particular, reached them the strongest. "Your Majesty!"

"What's up?" Noctis called back, with a faint grin on his face.

"Please!" Talcott shouted. "Come back soon! We need our king!"

Maybe it was the fact that they were finally on their way. Maybe it was the hope and confidence that the people around him had instilled in him. Maybe it was just the brothers at his side and the feeling that not all was lost after all, that Lucis still lived on, and they weren't giving it up without a fight. But Noctis nearly laughed as her shouted out his response, "Yeah! Count on it!"

[[ standard terms and services apply, swiped from Final Fantasy XV Chapter 8 - Seaworthy

Also I know what day it is. ]]
hashtag_chocobro: (with gladio)
It had been a long journey still down along the coast of the Cygillan Ocean before they reached Cape Caem, finally, with a few pitstops for Gladio to stretch his legs, cramped as they were in the back seat with the addition of Iris, and to better take in some of the views. Prompto hadn't stopped taking pictures of the journey so far, pretty much from the moment they set out, two weeks ago (had it really only been that long? How it had been so long already?), but there was something about the shot he managed to snag of that vast ocean and their destination spotted far up ahead along the cliffs that made him pause for a moment. And when they got back to the car, he transferred the picture from his camera to his phone and, even though he was pretty sure it was just going to disappear into the ether between them, he sent it off to Liz.

Almost there!!! he typed out the text. But I really wish I could just be with you.

Pretty impressive lighthouse… )

Gladio grinned, just a bit, and gave a confident, cocksure roll of his shoulders. "Not long enough for you to miss me. Take care of Iris while I'm gone, alright? Make sure she doesn't get into too much trouble."

"I thought I was the trouble," Noctis countered, and Gladio, grunting in amusement, just set one his meaty hands on Noct's shoulder, squeezed it a little, and then flicked it against the back of his head before turning to go, heading down the way they came with his long, determined strides.

And Noctis forced himself not to linger there watching him, as he turned toward the house, the smells of Ignis' cooking and the cheerful banter between Talcott and Prompto as the kid told him about their adventures in coming here from Lestallum hitting him before he even made it back up the stairs.

[[ and thus the end of Final Fantasy XV Chapter Six - A Way Forward, with just the slightest tidbit of the start of Chapter Seven - Party of Three. NFB, NFI, OOC welcome, yadda yadda yadda ]]

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