caustic: adjective; able to burn or corrode organic tissue by chemical action
"I was never meant to see this journey to its end, Prompto," you muttered, a coughing fit wracking your body. You lay on your back, (e/c) eyes taking in the world for the last time. It's almost time. Lifting a hand to his cheek, you stroked the skin under Prompto's left eye, wiping away a tear. His chest rose and fell with his stuttering sobs, and his entire body shook as he held you.
"What-what do you mean, (Y/n)?" he asked, frantic. He didn't want to lose you -- he couldn't lose you, too. Seeing your sad smile, his hold on you tightened. "No, no. Not you, too. Please, no..."
"I'm caustic, Prompto," you muttered. "This body of mine wasn't designed to survive for very long. I'm lucky to have lived this long..."
"(Y/n), please--"
"I love you, my Livewire. I love you, in this life and the next; for eternity."
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FanfictionJust some things I've thought up while playing FFXV. If you have any requests for certain characters or story lines, DM me.
