Promptis Writing

Losers

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Final Fantasy XV and Florence + the Machine - 1/?

And if tomorrow it’s all over At least we had it for a moment

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Too much magic, they say. The entirety of Winter, solely under Noctis’ tenuous control. It’s difficult, not least of all because it isolates him, makes it impossible for other Gods to be around him, let alone anyone else. “Didn’t it hurt?” Noctis asks. “When you touched me.” “No,” Prompto says. “Should it?” Noctis doesn’t know if it should, just that— “It does everyone else,” Noctis says. “Everyone?” Prompto sucks in a deep breath and pushes it out long and slow. He doesn’t seem scared when he reaches for Noctis’ hand, doesn’t even hesitate to interlock their fingers, and press their palms together. “There we go,” Prompto says softly. “To start making up for it.”

Alternatively: The only thing that can threaten the God of Winter is a broken heart—and no one will ever get close enough for that.