april 13: blossomgale. [ All things considered, it's not the worst place to end up. It's bursting with color, and quite frankly, Noctis has never seen anything like it. He's absolutely looking around with wonder, and he stumbles upon a few yellow flowers. ]
Hah... I wouldn't mind staying here for a while.
[ Later on in the day, he's lounging around near a patch of the yellow flowers, and there's... a friend? It's a friend. A catfriend. It's curled up on his chest, and he's petting it absentmindedly. It's kind of weird he can't seem to fall asleep no matter how relaxed he feels, but it's fine. ]
april 14: fall's heart. [ He's not sure how, but during his trek through the warm-colored forest, Noctis sees-- ]
... Dad?
[ His father. It's such a vivid image that Noctis can't be blamed for thinking he's real. No--it's painfully accurate, his father's silver hair like a beacon through the reds and oranges. Noctis's heart thuds painfully in his chest, and it's hard to breathe. He tries to reach him, but he can't seem to reach his father. ]
Dad!
[ And try as he might to call out, he never turns. ]
april 16: infinity tree, lake. FFXV SPOILERS WITHIN. [ It starts out simply enough.
A long road stretches out before whoever finds themselves in the dream. Just ahead, the tall skyscrapers of a city appear, fuzzy at the edges. Or maybe that's the smoke obscuring most of the city, because sure enough, it's on fire. The smoke is thick and heavy, even so far away, and abruptly--
Night falls on the road. Screeches fill the air, some human, some not. There are creatures on the prowl, ones with glowing eyes, black miasma wafting off of them like poisonous fumes. Behind them, five figures stand. One, a woman in a bloodstained dress, blonde hair nearly a light in the darkness. A man with milky-white eyes, his hair rumpled and messy. A taller mountain of a man, all muscles and tattoos. Another with gray hair and scars like forks of lightning on one side of his face. The ring on his finger matches Noctis's. And finally... the last one is Prompto.
But there's something terribly wrong about them. From their eyes and mouths, black seeps.
There's a yell, and Noctis can't seem to summon his sword. Any of them. Or perhaps it's just the horror in front of him that's given him a block of some sort. ]
Don't--! Stop punishing them!
[ Because behind them stands a man, yellow eyes glowing in the deep night. He looks shockingly like Izunia... but Izunia's never worn an expression of equal parts malice and satisfaction, has he?
The scenery shifts. It's a train, now; the man who looks like Izunia smiles at him, and Noctis watches as he twirls a bloody knife in his hand. ]
In the dark, just like always, highness.
[ Noctis cries out, hoarsely, and the wind blows through his hair. There's no warning, just a shift. His knees go weak, and Noctis watches as a phantom of himself laughs and pushes Prompto off the top of the train.
The dream Noctis turns, and Noctis screams as he looks into his own face, corrupted and dripping with black. ]
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[ All things considered, it's not the worst place to end up. It's bursting with color, and quite frankly, Noctis has never seen anything like it. He's absolutely looking around with wonder, and he stumbles upon a few yellow flowers. ]
Hah... I wouldn't mind staying here for a while.
[ Later on in the day, he's lounging around near a patch of the yellow flowers, and there's... a friend? It's a friend. A catfriend. It's curled up on his chest, and he's petting it absentmindedly. It's kind of weird he can't seem to fall asleep no matter how relaxed he feels, but it's fine. ]
april 14: fall's heart.
[ He's not sure how, but during his trek through the warm-colored forest, Noctis sees-- ]
... Dad?
[ His father. It's such a vivid image that Noctis can't be blamed for thinking he's real. No--it's painfully accurate, his father's silver hair like a beacon through the reds and oranges. Noctis's heart thuds painfully in his chest, and it's hard to breathe. He tries to reach him, but he can't seem to reach his father. ]
Dad!
[ And try as he might to call out, he never turns. ]
april 16: infinity tree, lake.
FFXV SPOILERS WITHIN.
[ It starts out simply enough.
A long road stretches out before whoever finds themselves in the dream. Just ahead, the tall skyscrapers of a city appear, fuzzy at the edges. Or maybe that's the smoke obscuring most of the city, because sure enough, it's on fire. The smoke is thick and heavy, even so far away, and abruptly--
Night falls on the road. Screeches fill the air, some human, some not. There are creatures on the prowl, ones with glowing eyes, black miasma wafting off of them like poisonous fumes. Behind them, five figures stand. One, a woman in a bloodstained dress, blonde hair nearly a light in the darkness. A man with milky-white eyes, his hair rumpled and messy. A taller mountain of a man, all muscles and tattoos. Another with gray hair and scars like forks of lightning on one side of his face. The ring on his finger matches Noctis's. And finally... the last one is Prompto.
But there's something terribly wrong about them. From their eyes and mouths, black seeps.
There's a yell, and Noctis can't seem to summon his sword. Any of them. Or perhaps it's just the horror in front of him that's given him a block of some sort. ]
Don't--! Stop punishing them!
[ Because behind them stands a man, yellow eyes glowing in the deep night. He looks shockingly like Izunia... but Izunia's never worn an expression of equal parts malice and satisfaction, has he?
The scenery shifts. It's a train, now; the man who looks like Izunia smiles at him, and Noctis watches as he twirls a bloody knife in his hand. ]
In the dark, just like always, highness.
[ Noctis cries out, hoarsely, and the wind blows through his hair. There's no warning, just a shift. His knees go weak, and Noctis watches as a phantom of himself laughs and pushes Prompto off the top of the train.
The dream Noctis turns, and Noctis screams as he looks into his own face, corrupted and dripping with black. ]