I want to ride my chocobo all day!

Prompto and Liz didn't get back from their little second honeymoon until that afternoon, so it didn't make a whole lot of sense, he felt, to even bother popping down to the Photo Hut except to maybe do a cursory check that nothing had happened over the weekend. Besides, they'd just spent an entire weekend away from their daughter, the first time they'd spent any real significant amount of time away, and Prompto had to admit, he was eager to see her again, even if the vacation had been really, really nice.

So, after getting a good debriefing from Gladio and Ignis over how things had gone during the Exchanging of the Baby (and Cat), they were back home, and Prompto was using this as a good opportunity for some tummy time with Noctra, laying on the floor of the living room with her (and, occasionally, Rain taking advantage of sitting on his back) and doing a little bit of catch-up with her on their respective weekends.

"Uh-huh," he said, as Noctra continued with her elaborate babbling to clearly tell Prompto about what they missed at the picnic and definitely wasn't just her imitating the sounds and beats of conversation, fueled especially by the way he responded. "Really? Is that so? Oh, you're kidding me, for real? And how did that make you feel? Oh, no, totally, that's how I would have felt, too! Oh, us? No, we had a good time, it was warm and sunny, you'd've loved it! Maybe some other time, when you're older. Haha, yeah, yeah, I know, you're pretty big now, but, you're not gonna believe this, but you're gonna get way bigger than you are right now! Like so much bigger! Maybe not as big as Uncle Gladio, but, hey, if you keep eatig all those vegetables like Uncle Iggy always say, you might get close! You don't believe me? Guess you'll just have to keep eating 'em to find out! So tell me more about that pretty headdress I saw you had on Saturday, Liliana sent me a pic...."

Hey, it had been a long weekend! They had a lot to catch up on!

[[ open post is very open! ]]

It was one of those things where, if you squinted at it hard enough, the logic of it may have started to fray along the edges, but, broadly speaking, it made sense. Prompto, unlike so many others these last few days, hadn't simply woken up in Fandom a different version of himself; he hadn't woken up in Fandom at all. So when things were set right again, he was set right back to where he had been: in his bed, seemingly safe.

( Or maybe it was the last moments experienced by his other self (Cut for potentially disturbing imagery) )

Ignis' sword...? It had been the sleek, long Genji blade, too, the one Gladio had earned in the Trial of Gilgamesh. And at one point, he'd ripped Ignis' shirt in the fight, revealing a splash of tattooed feathers and a sharp eagle's eye. And Ignis could see again, too. Remembering those details actually help him breath better now, deep and shallow and trying to calm himself down. It had to be a dream, then, right? His brain must have somehow merged Ignis with Gladio in the dream, and that was why...That just meant...

Hand now covering his eyes, breathing now coming easier, albeit still in shaky gasps and exhales, Prompto just waited for it all to pass, until another wave of nausea hit and put him right back over the toilet again.

[[ for liz, of course <3 ]]