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photoshooter) wrote2018-05-22 04:38 pm
photoshooter) wrote2018-05-22 04:38 pm
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There are tonberries and chocobos on it.
[You do the math.]
[You do the math.]
[Gasp!]
No fair! Noct gets one and I don't? Ignis!
[Tug tug.]
What if I have to make camp out there in the cold? You mean I'm gonna have to do it without a chocoblanket?
No fair! Noct gets one and I don't? Ignis!
[Tug tug.]
What if I have to make camp out there in the cold? You mean I'm gonna have to do it without a chocoblanket?
...Well.
[LOOK AT THE WHEELS STARTING TO TURN.]
I suppose we could see about getting you your own. As we do presently have here you, a blue, and a blanket.
[LOOK AT THE WHEELS STARTING TO TURN.]
I suppose we could see about getting you your own. As we do presently have here you, a blue, and a blanket.
[As soon as he suggests it, Prompto's flinging the blanket back open and draping himself in it, lifting his arms like a kid playing ghost with a bedsheet.]
Snug me, Iggy!
Snug me, Iggy!
It's good to see you so lively again, Prompto.
[And it's almost startling how utterly laden with open affection that statement comes — affection and relief — as he steps in and half-drags Prompto against him and wraps the blanket around them both until they're snug.]
You can't even begin to imagine what a relief it is.
[And it's almost startling how utterly laden with open affection that statement comes — affection and relief — as he steps in and half-drags Prompto against him and wraps the blanket around them both until they're snug.]
You can't even begin to imagine what a relief it is.
[Prompto's eager to take advantage of the unexpected show of fondness and grab on, rubbing his nose deep into Ignis's shirt, filling his lungs big and then breathing out again.]
I've got an idea, maybe.
[Because it's got to be kin to the relief, to the pride Prompto felt when Ignis, smelling of swamp and sweat and flame, finally stood up to Gladio. When the three of them came to save him, just like he knew they would. When they were all right again. A unit.
He might be overplaying--he still feels half-sick with worry and guilt--but the strength with which Prompto clings to Ignis is as real as anything in the world.]
But you're right. Probably I can't even dream of it. You guys always blow away my wildest expectations, even after all these years.
I've got an idea, maybe.
[Because it's got to be kin to the relief, to the pride Prompto felt when Ignis, smelling of swamp and sweat and flame, finally stood up to Gladio. When the three of them came to save him, just like he knew they would. When they were all right again. A unit.
He might be overplaying--he still feels half-sick with worry and guilt--but the strength with which Prompto clings to Ignis is as real as anything in the world.]
But you're right. Probably I can't even dream of it. You guys always blow away my wildest expectations, even after all these years.
[It's somewhere in the little things about the way they cling together — the way Prompto leans in to inhale him the way a starving man leans into a bowl of hot stew, and the brush of the tip of his nose against his shirt, and the way he just sort of fits up against him — that something sturdy in Ignis seems to shake loose, a fastening or two rattling free and coming undone, rendering his control imperfect and his collectedness fractured. It's not gone completely; no, the pieces are still there, still forming a reasonably admirable guard, but there are holes in it now, little breaches with jagged edges, and before he quite realizes it he's ducking his chin to press his face against the top of Prompto's head, burying a single, shaky breath in his hair.]
I was so worried about you.
[Prompto thinks he's different. Prompto doesn't think he's as important. Prompto thinks he's expendable, the extra piece, the odd man out.
Ignis doesn't live for Prompto's smile the way that he does for Noct's. He's just acutely, painfully aware of how much darker the world is without it.]
A brief moment of sentimentality. You won't tell, will you...?
I was so worried about you.
[Prompto thinks he's different. Prompto doesn't think he's as important. Prompto thinks he's expendable, the extra piece, the odd man out.
Ignis doesn't live for Prompto's smile the way that he does for Noct's. He's just acutely, painfully aware of how much darker the world is without it.]
A brief moment of sentimentality. You won't tell, will you...?
Iggy...
[Oh no. His eyes sting suddenly with emotion he can't put a name to, something that goes straight from his ears to his center without registering at the desk. I was so worried, and it's not even that Ignis is saying it to him. It's that Ignis is saying it at all. It's that Ignis, unbowable Ignis, sounds a little shaken up there above his head. Prompto pictures a tree straightening itself out after an unexpected, cold-season storm and finding a couple leaves gone--nothing serious, but it could've been. It's like he needs this hug, too.
Prompto gulps the lump in his throat halfway down and manages--and he hopes Ignis reads the little shiver in his voice as laughter, aren't they all such disasters when it comes to this stuff?--to croak out:]
Yeah. You know it. Your secret's safe with me. ...I'll be back home before you know it.
[Oh no. His eyes sting suddenly with emotion he can't put a name to, something that goes straight from his ears to his center without registering at the desk. I was so worried, and it's not even that Ignis is saying it to him. It's that Ignis is saying it at all. It's that Ignis, unbowable Ignis, sounds a little shaken up there above his head. Prompto pictures a tree straightening itself out after an unexpected, cold-season storm and finding a couple leaves gone--nothing serious, but it could've been. It's like he needs this hug, too.
Prompto gulps the lump in his throat halfway down and manages--and he hopes Ignis reads the little shiver in his voice as laughter, aren't they all such disasters when it comes to this stuff?--to croak out:]
Yeah. You know it. Your secret's safe with me. ...I'll be back home before you know it.
I know. You've your own business to attend to.
[And, no different than when it was Noctis, he's got to let him go and see to it. It's a bit funny, really; just because he unfailingly objects to the "Mama Ignis" jokes doesn't mean they aren't well-founded in actual reality.]
Try to be home before dark, will you?
[...Case in point.]
[And, no different than when it was Noctis, he's got to let him go and see to it. It's a bit funny, really; just because he unfailingly objects to the "Mama Ignis" jokes doesn't mean they aren't well-founded in actual reality.]
Try to be home before dark, will you?
[...Case in point.]
'Course.
[Even here, where there are no daemons to go bump in the night, somehow, they still do.
Prompto doesn't really want to let go himself.]
Don't start dinner without me. I'll help out, okay?
[Even here, where there are no daemons to go bump in the night, somehow, they still do.
Prompto doesn't really want to let go himself.]
Don't start dinner without me. I'll help out, okay?
I'll hold you to that.
[And hold him, perhaps, a little longer still, before eventually loosening his grip just enough that it's a suggestion of freeing Prompto to go if he likes, an invitation he's welcome to take but not pressed to.]
I was thinking we'd have a favorite of Noct's.
[And hold him, perhaps, a little longer still, before eventually loosening his grip just enough that it's a suggestion of freeing Prompto to go if he likes, an invitation he's welcome to take but not pressed to.]
I was thinking we'd have a favorite of Noct's.
Not of mine?
[But he leans back with a big grin to show he's joking.]
Nah, that sounds good. I've got a lot to make up to him. What're we making?
[But he leans back with a big grin to show he's joking.]
Nah, that sounds good. I've got a lot to make up to him. What're we making?
You always protest when I make a favorite of yours. But I think we can all agree on oyakodon, so that's what I was planning.
[He reaches up, lightly ruffling Prompto's hair in the back.]
I'll make a little extra, while I'm at it. Enough for a guest or two, if an extra mouth to feed should happen to turn up at the table.
[He reaches up, lightly ruffling Prompto's hair in the back.]
I'll make a little extra, while I'm at it. Enough for a guest or two, if an extra mouth to feed should happen to turn up at the table.
Heh. That's our Ignis, always thinking ahead.
[Or maybe thinking in his head, since Prompto's relieved, grateful smile says that's exactly what he was hoping for.
Not just his smile, either. Bending beneath Ignis's hand, he burrows into him once more, hugs him tight.]
Thank you, Iggy.
[Thank you for being here.]
[Or maybe thinking in his head, since Prompto's relieved, grateful smile says that's exactly what he was hoping for.
Not just his smile, either. Bending beneath Ignis's hand, he burrows into him once more, hugs him tight.]
Thank you, Iggy.
[Thank you for being here.]
Always, Prompto.
[And whether he means that as a response to the bit about thinking ahead, or the unspoken reason for Prompto's gratitude, is anyone's guess. Perhaps it's both.
Either way, he hugs back just as tight, before releasing him and giving him a little push toward the door.]
Now go on, then. You've errands to run before dinner.
[And whether he means that as a response to the bit about thinking ahead, or the unspoken reason for Prompto's gratitude, is anyone's guess. Perhaps it's both.
Either way, he hugs back just as tight, before releasing him and giving him a little push toward the door.]
Now go on, then. You've errands to run before dinner.
Heheh! [The snicker takes Prompto by surprise, but he brightens a little. The warmth is wry, but it's real.] Groceries.
[He shakes his head, because that was something that happened with Noct, not Ignis, and salutes on his way out.]
Off I go, got potatoes to bring home! Later!
[He shakes his head, because that was something that happened with Noct, not Ignis, and salutes on his way out.]
Off I go, got potatoes to bring home! Later!
[ for all that they live together, dextera tends to keep to himself except when noctis seeks him out or the house gathers for some kind of delicious concoction. which is why it feels so strange, so foreign, for him to come to prompto’s door like this, but… he has a mission. leliel trails behind him.
he knocks. ]
he knocks. ]
[Also, who knows when the residents of this particular corner of the house might be... flying kites? Better safe than sorry. Avert thine eyes, weird heart-devouring angel guy.]
Yeah?
[Prompto hops on over to the door right after he calls through it, opening it so Dextera doesn't have to. He blinks, Sparky down at his heels, then smiles.]
Dex! Hi, what's up? Aw, hey there!
[The last is to Leliel. He crouches down, grinning wider. Sparky tugs at the flap of his jacket, warking a jealous wark.]
Yeah?
[Prompto hops on over to the door right after he calls through it, opening it so Dextera doesn't have to. He blinks, Sparky down at his heels, then smiles.]
Dex! Hi, what's up? Aw, hey there!
[The last is to Leliel. He crouches down, grinning wider. Sparky tugs at the flap of his jacket, warking a jealous wark.]
[ leliel boks indignantly back at sparky, even though that wark may not have been for her, necessarily. dextera soothes her first, by reaching down to pet her head, and it momentarily disappears into the fluff of her body. ]
I need to ask… a favor.
[ as he looks entreatingly from his chicken, whom he loves with his whole heart, to prompto’s face. ]
I need to ask… a favor.
[ as he looks entreatingly from his chicken, whom he loves with his whole heart, to prompto’s face. ]
[Sensing the seriousness of the conversation, Prompto straightens a little, eyes wide and blue.]
What is it? [And, earnestly, he adds:] Don't worry, you're my friend. You know I've got your back.
What is it? [And, earnestly, he adds:] Don't worry, you're my friend. You know I've got your back.
[ dextera nods. it is very serious. ]
#FFFFFF [ signed, naturally, as '6-F’ rather than just signing ‘F’ six times ] gave me a quest.
[ and now, when he looks at prompto, it’s a little more obvious that the color has faded from his eyes—no longer the bright blue they once were, but now the same dull grey as much of the town still is. ]
I have to… let a Yellow take care of the chickens.
#FFFFFF [ signed, naturally, as '6-F’ rather than just signing ‘F’ six times ] gave me a quest.
[ and now, when he looks at prompto, it’s a little more obvious that the color has faded from his eyes—no longer the bright blue they once were, but now the same dull grey as much of the town still is. ]
I have to… let a Yellow take care of the chickens.
[Prompto's mouth falls partway open. Eventually, his breathing restarts and he looks down at Leliel.]
Oh, man. A...are you sure? I mean, of course I can do it! [Nod nod nod!] And at least they won't have to be moved anywhere. But are you gonna be okay?
[FLUFFY HEARTBREAK IS A SERIOUS CONDITION.]
Oh, man. A...are you sure? I mean, of course I can do it! [Nod nod nod!] And at least they won't have to be moved anywhere. But are you gonna be okay?
[FLUFFY HEARTBREAK IS A SERIOUS CONDITION.]
[ no he’s NOT! leliel is the blood that runs through his very veins, and although he can clearly see if the ladies are doing well under prompto—and joshua, and damian—it’s not the same as making sure it’s done himself. ]
…
[ he nods. ]
She’ll like you if you feed her.
…
[ he nods. ]
She’ll like you if you feed her.
[What are you talking about, there's no mist in his eyes, it's just the winter air getting to him a little bit, suddenly inside this nice warm house full of beAUTIFUL FRIENDSHIPS BETWEEN MAN AND FOWL!
Prompto puts his hands on Dextera's shoulders.]
She won't forget you, I promise. We'll... we'll tie something of yours around her foot, so she'll have your scent close to her, always.
Prompto puts his hands on Dextera's shoulders.]
She won't forget you, I promise. We'll... we'll tie something of yours around her foot, so she'll have your scent close to her, always.
[ okay, well, the worst part about all of this is coming up. he draws a shaky breath. ]
It’s just for a few days. Until my eye color comes back.
[ but he’s still heartbroken, because leliel is his first pet, and she’s been here almost as long as he has—handing her over to be tended to by someone else is hard, especially when they only all just got back from the ice castle. ]
It’s just for a few days. Until my eye color comes back.
[ but he’s still heartbroken, because leliel is his first pet, and she’s been here almost as long as he has—handing her over to be tended to by someone else is hard, especially when they only all just got back from the ice castle. ]
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