w н e ɴ d α w ɴ в r e α ĸ ѕ
He can do it. He's done it before.
But when he reaches inside himself to find the reserve of stamina
that's kept him going all this time, it isn't there anymore.
In its place, he finds something hollow, and hurting, and small.
If there’s anything left in this world that could give you
some sort of happiness, you should be grabbing onto it
and holding it for dear life.
“Nothing lives forever,” says Shinzou, exhaling alongside
the breath in Prompto’s lungs. “It’s too much work.”
Prompto nods. And he clings to the boy’s hand just a bit tighter,
feeling the tingle spread through his veins like a binding agent.
Like liquid stars. He says, “Eternity is for cowards anyway.”
But it didn’t matter, because he was just going to do what other people said
until his brain started functioning properly again. He didn’t want anything.
He didn’t need anything. It was a good place to be.
No one could hurt him in that place, because a person
without wants or needs didn’t want to be kept safe
and didn’t need to be protected from hurt.
They were just…nothing.
It’s stardust and sunlight, warp strikes and crystalline blue,
electric and striking — its every yes he could ever give,
spoken through the way his fingertips part through Noct’s hair like a crown,
echoed in the way he pulls him flush against him,
unable to contain his smile against Noctis’s lips at how well they fit.
Sur cette ligne entre exaltation et ruine.
I had this dream. It was terribly dry, even people's hearts.
In a world like that...I kept asking myself...why people would go on living ?
