#promptis.

       He paused his typing and set the phone down, pushing it aside. Now that his hands were free, he brought them to cup Noctis’ face and give a peck to his nose. 

@bladesandkittens

This is the truth

       They’d just finished school, attended the graduation ceremony, got their diploma. And after receiving an invitation to join Noctis on a holiday, instead of feeling happy that he would spend time with his boyfriend Prompto was gloomy for a whole week. The cause for it was because he’d not told Noctis about an important aspect about himself. And he felt guilty for postponing it. And he didn’t want to get closer with Noctis, more than they already were, without telling him about it.

        “I don’t want to hide this anymore.” He cleared his throat. Despite that Cor had arranged it that it was possible for him to be allowed to stay around the Prince, and he knew more about Prompto than the blond did about himself, then he wondered whether Cor kept his secret as well. As it seemed that just being a friend of the Prince wouldn’t be enough to stand by Noctis’ side by law. And Prompto had to get a Lucian citizenship in the process as well, which happened after he got adopted. Thus why the blond also had to prove himself with skill. But what about his origin? Did Cor hide it so no one knew or doubted Prompto’s intentions towards Noctis?

        Prompto sat beside Noctis, biting on his lower lip with his hands balled onto his lap. “This is important to me and… I’ve stalled enough so I’ll just— get on with it.”

        He reached with his left hand to tug on the bandage which covered the barcode to reveal it. “This might look like a tattoo and I wish it was. But… In actuality it shows who I am. My parents are actually my adoptive parents.” He inhaled, feeling his throat tighten the further he spoke. Anxiety poured right into him at the possibility of Noctis terminating their relationship and leaving. His hands clutched on each other as he gained the courage to proceed. He could only repeat in his head that it’s best to say it now than when it’s late.

         “I was rescued from Niflheim by Cor. I—I don’t know much about it, I was just an infant. But it seems that his barcode is proof that I come from there. Please, don’t hate me for this…” at the last words of his confession crystal tears formed at the edges of his eyes. His chin was dipped and he refused to look Noctis in the eye. It was either everything would be fine or he’d lose the only light of his life.