IDEK… have some random promnyx. What can I say, saw this post and got hit by some inspiration…
Some random AU where magically (don’t ask me how) Nyx didn’t die and Prompto has taken up with half a dozen Glaives running around the world of ruin kicking ass and taking names?
Prompto is standing in the bathroom - the one with barely an inch of counter space left on it between everyone’s haphazard tossing of toothpastes and toothbrushes, razors and hoarded lotions, the kind of chaotic mess that came from shoving six grown men into an apartment meant for at max two. He’s got a pair of scissors - the kitchen kind and probably far too dull and big for this kind of work - and he’s staring at his reflection in the mirror speckled with flecks of toothpaste and water spots (Ignis would be appalled). Staring like staring long enough might give him a flash of inspiration into how to even begin the task before him.
It’s been a year. A year of too many hunts, too many cuts and bruises, too many scars starting to form, too little sleep, too much whiskey, too many knocks to the head and too many close calls but he’s still standing and that’s all that mattered.