Love you all *kiss*

- cute-namjoonie ♡

NOCT'S POV

My blood thudded in my chest and plummeted - raced - through my veins, eyes wide as I watched Prompto's body fall to the floor heavily. His fingertips clenched weakly around a loose stone, before he laxed completely against the cobbled street. Wisps and tendrils of wind swirled around his body like lost spirits, gently nudging his body as if trying to wake him up. I growled, claws emerging in place of the blunt nubs that sat upon the ends of my fingertips, spinning on my heel to face a smirking Gladio. His eyes were cold and unfamiliar, brown hair tousled and matted. The smile on his face was sickening; it wasn't joyful and resonating - just pitiful and forced. He shrugged, black smoke circling at his feet, before a column slithered at his waist to place a bloody dagger in the loop of his belt. Sniggering, he reached for the crimson stained metal, twirling and juggling the blade playfully along his fingers.

I watched as the scarlet kissed his hand, rivulets and ribbons of blood gently oozing into the crevices of his skin. He giggled psychotically, hand resting in front of his face. Quickly, his small tongue darted out to lap at the blood that pooled in the ditch of skin between his index and second finger, another rupture of manical laughter spilling from his tinted lips.

"Sweet; oh Noct, it tastes so sweet! So heavenly, so divine - mhn maybe we should slice him a couple more times! Oh, tastes so fucking - fucking good! This stuff is good, so delicious and delicate, but rich and tender at the same time! Fuck - fuckity fuck, I want more, oh Hell, I-," he mumbled incoherently, taking breaks to sip and slurp at the blood that dribbled down his arm, some droplets descending and mingling with the thirsty earth. I cringed, fury convulsing through my limbs, but the weak mewl behind me directed my attention back to Prompto.

He laid on the floor, seemingly drifting in and out of consciousness, small whimpers and cries slipping past his chapped lips. I glared again at Gladio, promising to deal with the asshole later, before dropping down to Prompto. His breathing was ragged and uneven, eyes droopy and mouth half open. A thin stream of spit had trailed down his chin, which I carefully wiped away with the material of my jacket, watching as his lips gently tilted up into a weak smile. His brows furrowed as he choked out a cough, eyes shutting tightly and firmly. The delicate skin was now coated in flecks of dirt, deep mahogany and chestnut slathered over the skin of his cheek from the mixture of blood and filth that had slotted into the crevice of his skin. My palms gently dug into the place where he had been forcefully impaled, blood slipping over my fingers and I felt tears spring to my waterline. Prompto gazed up at me, lips parting and pursing as his eyelids drooped, as if being weighed down by lead. An exasperated gasp left his lips, teeth clenching as tears slipped from his distant eyes. The twinkling shine had left his irises, replaced by a wistful glaze atop his lavender orbs. 

"P-Prom? Ho-honey, stay with me, you can do that can't you?" 

He gulped, nodding his head slowly. Another splurge of blood drowned my pale hands, making me wheeze and bite my lip anxiously. Gladio suddenly emerged beside the two of us, shoulder pressed up against the wall. His tanned face cradled the pale blue light of the moon that shone past the onyx plumes of the clouds above. Prompto's eyes moved past my face, hovering over Gladio's wicked grin and up to meet his spiteful glare. 

"Wh-Why?" Prompto mustered, eliciting a poisonous chuckle from the brunette. I turned to face him, the unmistakable twinge of fear twisting in my chest, watching how his lips curled up into a smile and the dimples sinking in above his thin lips. 

"Motive? You want a motive, Prompto? You stole what was mine - stole my throne! It's mine, and always will be. Want to know what else, sweetheart? Your Father is an influential man, he gets what he wants. And me? I'm a lowlife butler; I'm able to give him what he wants, shitty butlers like m-," 

"Gladio! You aren't a shitty butler! I j-just, please! You do as I command, so - so help me! Help me, help me as I'm your Prince!" I yelled, droplets slithering down my pale cheeks and seeping into Prompto's top alongside the pools of blood in the over saturated material. Desperately, I kept applying pressure to the wound, pleading the boy with the helpless look in my eyes. He smirked, cocking his head to glance at Prompto, shrugging and nodding in agreement. 

"Sure, but first thing's first," he slurred playfully, clicking his thumb and forefinger. Obsidian mist licked and bit at the wound along Prompto's skin, invisibly stitching up the folds of skin; with a single stroke, the entire laceration cleanly removed and healed. I breathed a sigh of relief, lifting Prompto and resting him against my thighs, kissing his neck softly and feeling him shudder under my touch. My fingertips wandered along the soaked fabric, gently feeling his sticky thighs. His quivering muscles tensed as I followed the curve of his back, resting my palms against the underside of his creamy thighs, feeling his body relax and sink flush against my chest. Grinning, I tugged him closer and felt his tears against my neck, his small voice whispering incoherently against the flesh of my neck. I turned, glaring at the brunette, watching as he nonchalantly sauntered over to the two of us. Prompto lifted his head, both of us staring at Gladio, noticing how he crouched down beside us. 

"You want to know how to pay back what you owe?" He whispered, eyes glinting mischievously. He outstretched his hand towards Prompto, watching as the latter was hoisted up and the brunette pulled him closer. I scrambled to my feet, reaching out to yank Prompto towards me, before hearing Gladio belt out a roar of laughter. 

"Only for a dance, Prince Noctis! Only a dance," he reassured, before twirling Prompto around and a small giggle was heard, before silence. 

"With a twist," a voice resonated. I gulped, spinning around in order to try and find the source of his voice - fucking Gladio. His figure reappeared, slightly altered in height and a large coat adorned his frame. Maroon wisps of curled out hair were drowned beneath a hat and a dirty smirk coated his lips.

"Oh Noct... I've always wanted to see you like this, so pitiful and shameful. But it's a shame our time together has been so short, I'm sure your butler's waiting for you at home. Make sure to drop him my name! Ardyn Izunia is what they call me," he yelled, flamboyantly extending his limbs and allowing black wisps to lick at his legs. With a wink and a bow, the man was gone, leaving empty space in his place.

Suddenly, a light dazzled behind me, making me turn around. All of the life drained out of me as I saw what laid on the floor. 

White feathers tinged cinder black at the ends splayed out along the dim alleyway, Prompto sitting atop of the bed of his clipped wings, his back ladened with identical ditches of where his wings used to be.