Gods of Lucis Book One: Origins

Chapter Four

Prompto was frozen, caught in your eyes as they seemed to strip his soul bare. They pierced the young god, reflecting the pain he felt in his heart. Willing his smile to soften, he ruffled your hair like one would a child's.

"Such a sympathetic little thing you are," he cooed, watching your eyes widen in surprise. His heart thumped in his chest, spreading a dull ache throughout his torso as he stepped away. He gave her one last smile and was about to shatter when your hand gripped his.

"Wait! I'm sorry!" you panicked. "I didn't-- I didn't mean to--"

"It's fine, uh--"

"(Y/n)."

"It's fine, (Y/n)," he smiled, eyes benign. He fought back the laugh rising in his throat when you looked to the ground, free hand picking at the hem of your shirt as the hand holding his let go, hanging limply at your side. Taking a step towards you, his fingers crooked beneath your chin and made you look him in the eyes. "Don't worry, Little Heart. We'll see each other again, soon."

Your eyes squeezed shut when his lips descended on your cheek. Your body went rigid, mind having trouble comprehending what was happening.

Your mother had always told you and your siblings that the gods were malevolent, looking down on mankind from their hidden city. But since meeting this god, you had begun to wonder if what your mother had said was true -- if any of it was true.

When your eyes opened, you stood alone, encased in the sounds of the forest.

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Prompto let out a long sigh, sitting with his back to his bedroom door. His arms were crossed over his knees, head resting on his arms.

"Stupid, stupid, stupid," he chanted, fingers digging into his elbows. "Why did I kiss her? Fuck, I'm such a dumbass..."

The sudden knock at his back had Prompto jumping to his feet, schooling his expression as best he could before he opened the door. He didn't expect Regis to be standing on the other side.

"Your Majesty?" Prompto asked, confused. The king gave the blond a kind smile, and Prompto moved out of the way, letting the older god in. "Is everything alright, Your Majesty?"

"Yes, Prompto, everything is just fine." Regis spoke calmly, and the tension in Prompto's shoulders melted away. Another sigh passed his lips as his blue hues met the king's gaze.

"You had me worried for a second, Your Majesty. I thought something had happened to Noct," the blond chuckled. His lips curled with a smile.

"How have you been, Prompto?" Regis asked after a beat of silence. Prompto's smile grew fonder at his king's question. "Have you been having problems as of late?"

"No, sir," the younger god responded. "The dizziness has gone away, and the headaches aren't as frequent anymore. I have you and Lady Medella to thank, Your Majesty." The blond drew his bottom lip between his teeth. "I just wish I could have thanked Lady Medella at least one more time."