[ Visitors are not something that Prompto often entertains. Seldom few have ever found their way through the wildwood to the castle, and those who have were frightened off enough by the ivied gates and whistling wind, the feeling of foreboding in the air that encompasses everything within the courtyard. None have dared to venture beyond the door of the hall, save for one, seeking shelter from a storm that had grown cruel outside.
But this is no problem of his. The foolish Elezen should have accounted for the weather before making such a journey. He should have died out there in the snow for his mistake. He never should have intruded upon this place, upon Prompto's solitude, upon all that remains here, cursed as he is. For once he has encroached upon this enchanted place, Prompto cannot allow the boy to leave again, taking stories to the village of the mystical castle in the wood that would inevitably draw others out once they knew it was actually able to be entered. It's too dangerous. Prompto can't risk the exposure, for himself, and for those who are imprisoned here with him, changed from their original forms for time and eternity.
For what hope do they ever have of this curse being broken? None, none at all. Most of the enchanted servants do not even stir these days; they, like him, have begun to forget what it was ever like to be human in the first place.
So he takes the Elezen to the dungeon to live out the rest of his days, providing little for his needs. What should he care if this foolish boy dies to an empty stomach or a cold night? Yet he can't quite bring himself to be so cruel, and sees to it that he is provided a blanket and a few scant meals a day. Maybe he'll die anyway, or maybe he'll try to escape and Prompto will have to kill him anyway. It doesn't matter, but the sooner the Elezen is out of the picture, the better. Then he can be alone again.
But fate has other plans in mind.
Only a few days later, there is another intruder beyond the gates of the castle, and this time, Prompto is quicker to find the source of the disturbance, ever alert after the arrival of the Elezen. What if there were others in a hunting party with him who have tracked him to this place? Or yet others who missed his presence back in the village and sought to find him in the woods? The reasons do not matter. Another has come to disturb his solace, and he will do what he must to silence this one, as well.
From the hallway high above the entrance hall, Prompto lurks, watching, waiting, until...the intruder appears. She appears. Another young Elezen with pale, white hair, appearing remarkably like the one who came before. His sister, no doubt, who has come to fetch her wayward brother. It's...kind and brave and stupid, the sort of thing he would have once admired, but those days are far behind him, now.
Now, his heart only sinks, a faint whirring echoing down to the foyer as he follows her from above. ]
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But this is no problem of his. The foolish Elezen should have accounted for the weather before making such a journey. He should have died out there in the snow for his mistake. He never should have intruded upon this place, upon Prompto's solitude, upon all that remains here, cursed as he is. For once he has encroached upon this enchanted place, Prompto cannot allow the boy to leave again, taking stories to the village of the mystical castle in the wood that would inevitably draw others out once they knew it was actually able to be entered. It's too dangerous. Prompto can't risk the exposure, for himself, and for those who are imprisoned here with him, changed from their original forms for time and eternity.
For what hope do they ever have of this curse being broken? None, none at all. Most of the enchanted servants do not even stir these days; they, like him, have begun to forget what it was ever like to be human in the first place.
So he takes the Elezen to the dungeon to live out the rest of his days, providing little for his needs. What should he care if this foolish boy dies to an empty stomach or a cold night? Yet he can't quite bring himself to be so cruel, and sees to it that he is provided a blanket and a few scant meals a day. Maybe he'll die anyway, or maybe he'll try to escape and Prompto will have to kill him anyway. It doesn't matter, but the sooner the Elezen is out of the picture, the better. Then he can be alone again.
But fate has other plans in mind.
Only a few days later, there is another intruder beyond the gates of the castle, and this time, Prompto is quicker to find the source of the disturbance, ever alert after the arrival of the Elezen. What if there were others in a hunting party with him who have tracked him to this place? Or yet others who missed his presence back in the village and sought to find him in the woods? The reasons do not matter. Another has come to disturb his solace, and he will do what he must to silence this one, as well.
From the hallway high above the entrance hall, Prompto lurks, watching, waiting, until...the intruder appears. She appears. Another young Elezen with pale, white hair, appearing remarkably like the one who came before. His sister, no doubt, who has come to fetch her wayward brother. It's...kind and brave and stupid, the sort of thing he would have once admired, but those days are far behind him, now.
Now, his heart only sinks, a faint whirring echoing down to the foyer as he follows her from above. ]