daemonizing:

" It’s not your f a u l t. "

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SPOILERS AHEAD. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK.

          BODY  &  SOUL HELD CHAINED  — BOUND AGAINST HIS WILL as arms held outstretched,  like a zealot;  CRUCIFIED before his believers.  except prompto had no one here, only the shell of what used to be a  (  MAN  )  a reptile   —  A MONSTER.  blue crystalline orbs blink back the sting of  BLOOD  that  DRIPPED  over blond lashes as he fights SLEEP. thoughts revert back to days prior  — his best friend, who looked at him with such  DISDAIN,  pushing him from a moving train. cuts  &  bruises from the fall befell his form,  littering along his skin; though new wounds have fleshed  — the  HANDIWORK  of the chancellor himself.

             his head hangs  LOW,  jaw clenched;  lips  CHAPPED  from the lack of moisture.  how long had it been since his mouth was  GRACED  with the taste of  WATER  – ??      ——— noct…. why….    no matter what  —– he could not die.  HE HAD TO LIVE.  more than anything,  even if he were to die just moments after, he had to let the  CROWNED PRINCE  know that he was not a  FAKE  — that he was the person noctis had always known. even if his life was meant for  NOTHING;  prompto’s only wish was to tell noctis that, before the  END.

               THE MARKSMAN, under the assumption he was ALONE, felt the presence of something  SINISTER.  he conjured enough energy to raise his head  — for his gaze to fall upon the form of the  CHANCELLOR  (  though at this point,  prompto wasn’t sure if he was even  HUMAN  )  

                                      —————  it’s not your   F A U L T   

               
such words come as a surprise to the blond,  the OCEAN within his eyes drying up, only to  SPILL  along his cheeks. dirt  &  blood are washed away in their path as his gaze returns to the  GROUND, defeated  — where he  MEMORIZED  each crack,  each rock,  every drip of blood &  where they CAME FROM.  there is  AMUSEMENT  to ardyn’s voice,  as he were  TAUNTING  him.  however, it is those words alone that  BREAK  him.

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                                    those words alone  — that tear this boy to pieces.

         —- NO…. no…  it wasn’t me  IT WASN’T ME  – noct,  PLEASE…  (  it wasn’t me  )  it’s not your fault… it’s not MY fault…  (  i promise i’m not a fake  )   you  ARE  a fake.  NO  – NO – NONONONO  –  PLEASE.  (  it hurts  )   EVERYTHING HURTS.  itwasntme. noct  SAVE ME.  he  CANNOT  save you.  YOU’RE A TRAITOR.  it’s not your fault.

                  ….. please….  STOP  —-  i  ❞    words are  HUSHED  by choked sobs,  the only person there to  WITNESS  is the one person who  ORCHESTRATED  it  (  get out of my HEAD  )  muscles  TREMBLE, his breath  SHUDDERS  — the strong  URGE  to  SLEEP  taking over now,     ——– i  can’t…   NOCT….  ❞  vocals  TRAIL  off  &&   BLACKNESS  became his best friend. 

 

allow me

❛ Each night you t e a r apart a name, calling yourself everything but the light. ❜

to regale you

this is an indie roleplay blog for
Ardyn Izunia
from final fantasy xv.
( she / her )

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