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[There is Ignis, tracking down Prompto, fondly taking him by the face, kissing him.... and also-]
Prompto, my good boy, you are wretched at acting.
[There is Ignis, tracking down Prompto, fondly taking him by the face, kissing him.... and also-]
Prompto, my good boy, you are wretched at acting.
[At this point, Prompto really shouldn't be surprised when Ignis shows up and sweeps him into a loving kiss. Or, the roasting that follows, just as loving in its own way. Still, it sees the boy's eyes go wide, and a blush decorate his cheeks as he happily leans in to the gesture.]
"Aw, come ON Iggy...I could do it if I wanted!! I know it! So do you! Right?? Riiiiight????"
[Prompto knows he's wrong. Probably. Definitely. But hey, he got a kiss out of this!]
"Aw, come ON Iggy...I could do it if I wanted!! I know it! So do you! Right?? Riiiiight????"
[Prompto knows he's wrong. Probably. Definitely. But hey, he got a kiss out of this!]
Hm, I rather think not.
[He's seen you try to lie, Prompto. It's bad. Embarrassing.]
[Still... After that, his expression shifts to something a bit more somber, smile slipping just a bit from his lips. His thumb sweeps along Prompto's cheek gently, until it reaches his hair.]
...You don't have to do a thing, Prompto. If you do not want to interact with him in any way, you needn't do so.
If this goes well, then hopefully I'll be enough of a deterrent that he won't want to interact with you by extension. This is simply something I will deal with.
[He's seen you try to lie, Prompto. It's bad. Embarrassing.]
[Still... After that, his expression shifts to something a bit more somber, smile slipping just a bit from his lips. His thumb sweeps along Prompto's cheek gently, until it reaches his hair.]
...You don't have to do a thing, Prompto. If you do not want to interact with him in any way, you needn't do so.
If this goes well, then hopefully I'll be enough of a deterrent that he won't want to interact with you by extension. This is simply something I will deal with.
Ravus doesn't know what answer he wants, only that he needs it to be an honest thing he can believe in. Whatever it is, he'll accept it. In the same way he has simply accepted what Prompto is, and how similar it makes them.
So it shouldn't surprise him that Prompto is looking for that same genuine desire, and not the pitiful sympathy one might pass to a beaten dog. He should have known, really.
There's a light sound from Ravus, just the amused exhale of someone letting go of the breath they hadn't realized they'd been holding onto. The silver leans in, and presses his forehead to Prompto's. His hands cradle the blond's face with a measured gentleness, always so mindful of his strength, always so mindful of his wicked claws.
"Then you have my most solemn vow, dear Prompto. I will let you shine your light in my world, and gladly look to its kind glow."
So it shouldn't surprise him that Prompto is looking for that same genuine desire, and not the pitiful sympathy one might pass to a beaten dog. He should have known, really.
There's a light sound from Ravus, just the amused exhale of someone letting go of the breath they hadn't realized they'd been holding onto. The silver leans in, and presses his forehead to Prompto's. His hands cradle the blond's face with a measured gentleness, always so mindful of his strength, always so mindful of his wicked claws.
"Then you have my most solemn vow, dear Prompto. I will let you shine your light in my world, and gladly look to its kind glow."
Ravus is not the first to compare Prompto to the bright warmth of the sun; yet the way he describes letting that light in to his world steals the blond's breath right away. His eyes scrunch closed as foreheads touch and clawed hands cradle freckled cheeks. Prompto smiles, beams, shines that light directly to the man before him, right to his heart.
"Wow. That means we're...We're boyfriends then, right? I could just kiss you I'm so hyped!"
So he does. This kiss is long, lingering, lazy and slow, in stark contrast to the boy who is always on the move. This is a way for Prompto to savor this precious moment- the two of them, baring all to one another and accepting it with love, tails twined and bodies embracing close.
"A vow...Just like a knight!!! I give you one right back- I vow to stick by you. Through thick and thin. To look to you as my heart, and my inspiration to keep myself goin'."
The copper tail coiled around the much thicker blue one squeezes and wiggles, a gesture both gentle and pleased that gives away Prompto's happiness just as much as that radiant smile does.
"Sheeeesh! That's never gonna get old, kissing you. But uhm...What..." Prompto's brow knits "what do you want to do? Where do you want to take all this...?"
If it's with Ravus, Prompto is pretty sure he would be happy with anything.
"Wow. That means we're...We're boyfriends then, right? I could just kiss you I'm so hyped!"
So he does. This kiss is long, lingering, lazy and slow, in stark contrast to the boy who is always on the move. This is a way for Prompto to savor this precious moment- the two of them, baring all to one another and accepting it with love, tails twined and bodies embracing close.
"A vow...Just like a knight!!! I give you one right back- I vow to stick by you. Through thick and thin. To look to you as my heart, and my inspiration to keep myself goin'."
The copper tail coiled around the much thicker blue one squeezes and wiggles, a gesture both gentle and pleased that gives away Prompto's happiness just as much as that radiant smile does.
"Sheeeesh! That's never gonna get old, kissing you. But uhm...What..." Prompto's brow knits "what do you want to do? Where do you want to take all this...?"
If it's with Ravus, Prompto is pretty sure he would be happy with anything.
Ravus is about to give him verbal permission if he dares hesitate after speaking so wistfully. He has, after all, promised to be Prompto's courage. Thankfully, there's no need, and he's left gently savoring the blond's mouth against his own.
When they draw apart, Ravus takes the time to kiss across his cheeks. Charting across his freckles like a map of tiny stars. Contentment shines in his mismatched eyes, and he gives a brief nod. Boyfriends, yes, he supposes they are.
As to the question, Ravus isn't exactly experienced enough to have a proper answer. What he can do is offer his willingness to see anything and everything through, though.
“Wherever it takes us, I will be content. But, if my limited knowledge can be trusted, I think a date would be a good early stepping stone, no?”
When they draw apart, Ravus takes the time to kiss across his cheeks. Charting across his freckles like a map of tiny stars. Contentment shines in his mismatched eyes, and he gives a brief nod. Boyfriends, yes, he supposes they are.
As to the question, Ravus isn't exactly experienced enough to have a proper answer. What he can do is offer his willingness to see anything and everything through, though.
“Wherever it takes us, I will be content. But, if my limited knowledge can be trusted, I think a date would be a good early stepping stone, no?”
[Prompto's own expression falls a bit, then softens as he realizes what Ignis is getting at. Blue eyes close gently with a peaceful sigh at the gentle touches, always relaxing to him in their own right.]
I know, I know- but you also don't have to always do everything alone, okay? If you ever need a hand, I am here to lend it. Plus...I dunno, maybe it shows I am not afraid anymore if I stand up and say things, right? Instead of running off all freaked out and hiding away.
That's some real 4d chess though, Iggy. Sounds just like your kinda plan!
I know, I know- but you also don't have to always do everything alone, okay? If you ever need a hand, I am here to lend it. Plus...I dunno, maybe it shows I am not afraid anymore if I stand up and say things, right? Instead of running off all freaked out and hiding away.
That's some real 4d chess though, Iggy. Sounds just like your kinda plan!
I would hardly say it's 4D.
[In his eyes, it's simply the most obvious choice. He wonders how quickly Ardyn will see through it... and if that will override any immediate emotional response to being treated nicely. They'll just have to wait and see.]
[In the meanwhile, he continues to idly stroke along Prompto's skin.]
You know that sort of thing only works if you're actually not afraid, Prompto. You needn't worry about me doing things on my own; I will always have Gladio if nothing else.
Just... focus on yourself, hm? Recover from all that was done from you. Scars such as those can be... worryingly deep.
[And Prompto is the type to hide things, like a stray cat going dead silent and hiding its injuries beneath a porch.]
[In his eyes, it's simply the most obvious choice. He wonders how quickly Ardyn will see through it... and if that will override any immediate emotional response to being treated nicely. They'll just have to wait and see.]
[In the meanwhile, he continues to idly stroke along Prompto's skin.]
You know that sort of thing only works if you're actually not afraid, Prompto. You needn't worry about me doing things on my own; I will always have Gladio if nothing else.
Just... focus on yourself, hm? Recover from all that was done from you. Scars such as those can be... worryingly deep.
[And Prompto is the type to hide things, like a stray cat going dead silent and hiding its injuries beneath a porch.]
Prompto cannot help but beam joyously at the kisses along his cheeks, basking in the attention that he adores so much. It hits a special way, especially for someone who thinks so little of himself so often. It sends his heart beating, makes all the love wrap around him with warmth. Ravus loves so genuinely, without hesitation, and there is nothing Prompto could possibly do to anxiety himself out of it. He is vulnerable here, baring everything...and feeling safe. That in and of itself is dearly special.
"Mmmm, a date? Yeah...Sounds fun to me! Just what can we do around here...No arcades to game at or anythin'." Prompto hums, his tail twitching along with the thoughtful sound, though it remains twined with Ravus'. "Oh!"
What is more intimate than sharing a hobby or a passion? Not much, in Prompto's humblest of opinions.
"What if I show you how to do some leatherworking!? You seem to like plants a lot, we could make dye and work on tooling for a little. Been picking it up here and there to keep myself from going stir-crazy without tech to play with. I feel like you probably didn't get much time to do that sort of thing before- now we both have plenty of it. Together."
"Mmmm, a date? Yeah...Sounds fun to me! Just what can we do around here...No arcades to game at or anythin'." Prompto hums, his tail twitching along with the thoughtful sound, though it remains twined with Ravus'. "Oh!"
What is more intimate than sharing a hobby or a passion? Not much, in Prompto's humblest of opinions.
"What if I show you how to do some leatherworking!? You seem to like plants a lot, we could make dye and work on tooling for a little. Been picking it up here and there to keep myself from going stir-crazy without tech to play with. I feel like you probably didn't get much time to do that sort of thing before- now we both have plenty of it. Together."
Ravus tilts his head one way, and then the other. He thinks Prompto means he’s never had time for hobbies by that sentiment. And he’d be mostly right. Even as a child, his interests had typically been practical or what most would consider too boring to really be hobbies. Training and reading, occasionally learning flashy knife tricks to irresponsibly show off to his younger sister. Nothing that inspired much creativity.
“I should warn you, I am not what one might call an artist.” Ravus looks a touch sheepish admitting it, worried it could very well disappoint someone that clearly has creative outlets. “But I should have no issue creating whatever dyes you might like to have. The abundance of flora and berries in this area with incredible pigmentation is extraordinary. It’s a bit like Tenebrae’s wild forests.”
“I should warn you, I am not what one might call an artist.” Ravus looks a touch sheepish admitting it, worried it could very well disappoint someone that clearly has creative outlets. “But I should have no issue creating whatever dyes you might like to have. The abundance of flora and berries in this area with incredible pigmentation is extraordinary. It’s a bit like Tenebrae’s wild forests.”
...Oh. Prompto thinks Ravus is really pretty cute when he tilts his head like that...Like a big dog. A wolf, maybe.
Lucky for Ravus, Prompto happens to love to teach, especially when it has to do with his hobbies or creativity. To share his own passion with a loved one really is an integral part of his love language.
"Hey, everyone can make something! They just need the chance and a lil' push. That's where I come in right?! I love to teach. Dyes are a perfect idea- we can look at some plants together! Plus I can show you how to tool designs...!" He gets visibly excited now, eyes shimmering. He plants a kiss square on Ravus' forehead. "Where do you wanna meet?"
Lucky for Ravus, Prompto happens to love to teach, especially when it has to do with his hobbies or creativity. To share his own passion with a loved one really is an integral part of his love language.
"Hey, everyone can make something! They just need the chance and a lil' push. That's where I come in right?! I love to teach. Dyes are a perfect idea- we can look at some plants together! Plus I can show you how to tool designs...!" He gets visibly excited now, eyes shimmering. He plants a kiss square on Ravus' forehead. "Where do you wanna meet?"
Ravus makes a soft sound when he's kissed on the forehead. Not of complaint, but a sort of mildly confused noise - he's not used to this sort of open affection. He blinks, and then offers a tiny smile in turn.
"My cabin, I suppose. It would be easiest to press the dye without having to move the plants. Many of them are rather delicate." He's still not so sure about making anything, but it can't hurt to try. Especially not if it would please Prompto so much, and the boy does seem utterly delighted by the idea.
"But we're ahead of ourselves. We should dry and dress ourselves first. Lest your grand plans run away from you before you've even put pants on."
"My cabin, I suppose. It would be easiest to press the dye without having to move the plants. Many of them are rather delicate." He's still not so sure about making anything, but it can't hurt to try. Especially not if it would please Prompto so much, and the boy does seem utterly delighted by the idea.
"But we're ahead of ourselves. We should dry and dress ourselves first. Lest your grand plans run away from you before you've even put pants on."
Prompto, I have a few questions that require your input. Would you be willing to meet me at the north shore of the river?
Ravus is already there, sitting amidst the smooth pebbles that make up the slope towards the river. They're notably cooler with the damp moss bedding wedged between them, and Ravus is using the moderating breeze off the river to keep cool. This heat is just not for him.
But he's wearing a concerned frown that's far too serious, even for him, as he looks out at the water. Something is clearly troubling him, and those questions he wondered about probably have a lot to do with it.
Ravus is already there, sitting amidst the smooth pebbles that make up the slope towards the river. They're notably cooler with the damp moss bedding wedged between them, and Ravus is using the moderating breeze off the river to keep cool. This heat is just not for him.
But he's wearing a concerned frown that's far too serious, even for him, as he looks out at the water. Something is clearly troubling him, and those questions he wondered about probably have a lot to do with it.
Course dude! Lemme make space in my uber busy schedule- aaaand done! Omw ;p
Prompto never leaves his loved ones waiting, not if he can help it. Ravus, a very loved one, is no exception. As the man gazes over the water with a severe look, the blonde dashes into view, skidding to a stop that, were it any other human beholden to gravity, would probably end with him careening right into the water. Prompto, somehow, ends up right next to Ravus instead.
He frowns a little at the larger man's severe look, the reflexive worry of his that's already gnawing at his stomach doubling down. He reaches a hand out (and up) to gently place it on Ravus' shoulder...Before leaning his entire body against his side.
"Heyas, big man. What's on your mind? Your knight in shining armor is here with answers!"
Prompto never leaves his loved ones waiting, not if he can help it. Ravus, a very loved one, is no exception. As the man gazes over the water with a severe look, the blonde dashes into view, skidding to a stop that, were it any other human beholden to gravity, would probably end with him careening right into the water. Prompto, somehow, ends up right next to Ravus instead.
He frowns a little at the larger man's severe look, the reflexive worry of his that's already gnawing at his stomach doubling down. He reaches a hand out (and up) to gently place it on Ravus' shoulder...Before leaning his entire body against his side.
"Heyas, big man. What's on your mind? Your knight in shining armor is here with answers!"
Normally, he'd at least acknowledge the blond's antics. Instead, he watches, and simply waits for Prompto to settle at his side. When he does, Ravus lifts his arm to drape it over Prompto's shoulders, and hold him close. Knowing he's allowed these sorts of touches means he hesitates far less these days to return tactile affection. And right now, he feels like he needs it.
"You barely wear anything resembling armor," he says flatly. It's Ravus-coded for teasing, though, with the way his expression softens in fractions. Sadly, it can't fully fish him out of the mire his mind has sunken into. "But... as to my questions. I'm afraid it's rather serious. I wanted to talk to you about the Long Night, if you're up to it."
"You barely wear anything resembling armor," he says flatly. It's Ravus-coded for teasing, though, with the way his expression softens in fractions. Sadly, it can't fully fish him out of the mire his mind has sunken into. "But... as to my questions. I'm afraid it's rather serious. I wanted to talk to you about the Long Night, if you're up to it."
Prompto snuggles right up against Ravus' side at the feeling of that heavy arm draping around him, the weight reassuring and comfortable and inviting him to be as tactile as he always tends to be. Once comfortably nestled in, he snorts amd gives Ravus a toothy grin. "You aren't looking hard enough, I totes wear armor!"
The blonde can feel a shift in the air as the silver mentions the lead-in to what's on his mind. His expression falls, settling to one much more somber. The Long Night. The apocalypse. The place where Prompto was plucked from, three years into his heartache and loneliness. In his world, Ravus never even got to see that hell. The thought of his final, tortured moments makes Prompto's stomach curdle.
"Yeah, I can talk about it. What didja need to know?"
The blonde can feel a shift in the air as the silver mentions the lead-in to what's on his mind. His expression falls, settling to one much more somber. The Long Night. The apocalypse. The place where Prompto was plucked from, three years into his heartache and loneliness. In his world, Ravus never even got to see that hell. The thought of his final, tortured moments makes Prompto's stomach curdle.
"Yeah, I can talk about it. What didja need to know?"
"I was speaking with Charlie, about the lich that was mentioned in his warning. I've been informed liches here are more dangerous than the daemons I have seen before." He takes a moment to rest his cheek against Prompto's head, his thoughts straying to the apparent danger Lunafreya and Ignis were in just by being near him when he touched the phylactery. The idea of, even unwittingly, putting his loved ones in such peril just means he feels the need to cherish them even more.
"But I began to wonder," he goes on, "with how you've spoken of the Long Night, perhaps you had encountered daemons and monsters worse than I have? At some point we may have to defend ourselves from something worse than I know not yet how to contend with. I don't wish to put any of you in jeopardy by being unprepared."
"But I began to wonder," he goes on, "with how you've spoken of the Long Night, perhaps you had encountered daemons and monsters worse than I have? At some point we may have to defend ourselves from something worse than I know not yet how to contend with. I don't wish to put any of you in jeopardy by being unprepared."
Prompto's entire demeanor...Droops when Ravus mentions the Long Night. As much as it always weighs on the anxious blonde's mind, he's been trying to ignore it. Enjoy the here, the now of Town, of this world, dangers and all. A world where Noct is still there.
A world where Ravus yet lives. Where he and his beloved journeymates didn't have to kill him, as a mercy. It makes Prompto's stomach crawl, remembering the way the silver begged to be stricken down. The horror of finding out about the letters he wrote, and the sword he held onto for Noct- painfully humanizing elements of an old foe, found far too late. Proof of the man Noct always said Ravus Nox Fleuret once was.
Prompto's voice is somber. Eerily so, when he speaks.
"Yeah. I fought plenty of daemons. Real nasty ones too, the kinds of things big hunting parties would have to tackle- but it isnt impossible, just dangerous. I might not be the best help at tellin' you about how to take them out. Usually I just read whatever research other hunters brought around. Plus... A lot of the time....I was being careless on purpose."
Those last words hang in the air like lead. Prompto averts his eyes in shame.
A world where Ravus yet lives. Where he and his beloved journeymates didn't have to kill him, as a mercy. It makes Prompto's stomach crawl, remembering the way the silver begged to be stricken down. The horror of finding out about the letters he wrote, and the sword he held onto for Noct- painfully humanizing elements of an old foe, found far too late. Proof of the man Noct always said Ravus Nox Fleuret once was.
Prompto's voice is somber. Eerily so, when he speaks.
"Yeah. I fought plenty of daemons. Real nasty ones too, the kinds of things big hunting parties would have to tackle- but it isnt impossible, just dangerous. I might not be the best help at tellin' you about how to take them out. Usually I just read whatever research other hunters brought around. Plus... A lot of the time....I was being careless on purpose."
Those last words hang in the air like lead. Prompto averts his eyes in shame.
"Anything you can tell me is better than my current ignorance." Ravus practically feels the way Prompto deflates against him, and he has to swallow the bitter tang of guilt, seeing what the topic does to his usual ball of sunshine. If it weren't important, he'd drop it altogether. But being informed may help Ravus protect him and the others. If he has to cause discomfort now to spare Prompto true pain, he can justify prodding the blond for more information.
At least, until there's an abrupt swerve in his attention.
"Prompto." Ravus says, that all-too-serious voice sharpening like a blade on a whetstone. Though for all the edge to it, held tight in his throat as he looks down at the blond, the worry under it is hard to miss. He doesn't force Prompto to look at him, but keeps his mismatched gaze level on him. "To carelessly throw your life away..."
At least, until there's an abrupt swerve in his attention.
"Prompto." Ravus says, that all-too-serious voice sharpening like a blade on a whetstone. Though for all the edge to it, held tight in his throat as he looks down at the blond, the worry under it is hard to miss. He doesn't force Prompto to look at him, but keeps his mismatched gaze level on him. "To carelessly throw your life away..."
The sharpness in Ravus' voice sees Prompto snapping to attention, though there is not a snowball's chance in Hell that he can keep his eyes on those mismatched ones with the guilt that flares up from a smolder to an outright burn. Shame. Guilt. That gaze pierces through him with a ferocity that drags them to the fore.
"...Yeah. I guess I almost did, huh. One time almost got there, but someone found me and patched me up."
Poor Talcott was beside himself the entire time he sewed Prompto up with a field kit. Prompto only remembers his tear-stained face, with how his consciousness flickered so much at the time. How the boy kept speaking at every turn, as though even a moment of silence threatened to snatch the blonde away.
Prompto's shoulders shrug up towards his ears, as though he is attempting to hide beneath that gaze. He looks down to the grass below. "I know it was stupid. Just...There wasn't all that much left for me in the world. Iggy and Gladio were out of my life, and Noct..." He shakes his head. "Who knows when he'd be back. Or for how long, before he-"
The boy physically winces. He hates having to think about it. In his here and now, Noct is back. Best to treasure that time. Much the same could be said for Ravus, who-
"No chances with you, in my time either."
Which will make going home to that hell all the more difficult. The guilt of Ravus' death so much heavier once reality shifts back. Prompto cannot say he hasn't agonized over the way that guilt has compounded since getting to know the silver. The what-ifs, of how he could have been saved constantly rattling about in his mind.
"...Yeah. I guess I almost did, huh. One time almost got there, but someone found me and patched me up."
Poor Talcott was beside himself the entire time he sewed Prompto up with a field kit. Prompto only remembers his tear-stained face, with how his consciousness flickered so much at the time. How the boy kept speaking at every turn, as though even a moment of silence threatened to snatch the blonde away.
Prompto's shoulders shrug up towards his ears, as though he is attempting to hide beneath that gaze. He looks down to the grass below. "I know it was stupid. Just...There wasn't all that much left for me in the world. Iggy and Gladio were out of my life, and Noct..." He shakes his head. "Who knows when he'd be back. Or for how long, before he-"
The boy physically winces. He hates having to think about it. In his here and now, Noct is back. Best to treasure that time. Much the same could be said for Ravus, who-
"No chances with you, in my time either."
Which will make going home to that hell all the more difficult. The guilt of Ravus' death so much heavier once reality shifts back. Prompto cannot say he hasn't agonized over the way that guilt has compounded since getting to know the silver. The what-ifs, of how he could have been saved constantly rattling about in his mind.
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