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.
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!"
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."
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?"
"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."
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.
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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.
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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!"
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"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."
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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?"
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"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."
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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.