[Oh....He's missed a few of those, hasn't he? Prompto's been busy hiding in shame, ever since enough of his changes happened to make wearing any kind of shirt impossible. He'd rather live in bed under a blanket!]
Oh um. I've been sick. Yeah. Sorry I didn't tell you. Hahahahahha! Can't make today either oops! : (
There's no direct reply. Instead, about ten minutes later, Ravus is simply entering the house, walking right to Prompto's door, and rapping his metal knuckles on the door frame to announce his presence. As if the heavy gait of his boots and clinking of various belt buckles wasn't loud enough, echoing down the hall.
Prompto really thinks he got away with it, and for a little time, sighs in relief in his bed, drawing the covers over his annoying horns and his annoying spikes and his annoying, awful, painful deformed lumps on his back, and the extra annoying sail fins between them, too. All of it. It makes him too exposed, keeps him from being able to wear enough clothing to cover the body he was already so insecure about. He doesn't think his (...are they his?) scales or spikes are ugly per se- the lumps are unnerving, especially as they begin to pull and stretch his skin in unnatural ways in an attempt to form into wings- but being forced to go practically shirtless is just far, far too much for the conscious blond.
It was why he's been skipping out on training, despite hating doing so. He can't stand the thought of people seeing his body.
Bang, bang, bang
Prompto jolts. It sounds like metal on wood. He suddenly realizes that, oh shit, the clinking of metal before it was not some stress-induced auditory hallucination.
It was Ravus. Some deep part of him receives an alien wave of satisfaction over that, despite his first instinct being to groan aloud. Was that Sjerit? She only has a moment or two of the blond's attention. Something else is about to steal it away with aplomb. When he peeks out from under his blanket, slitted blue eyes go absolutely huge. He squeaks, and nearly topples forward out of the bed entirely. Prompto only just manages to balance on the edge, covered by his warm armor. The outfit Ravus is wearing gives him a front-row view of his plush chest, and his hips.
He's- oh, wow.
"H-huh? Look sick? You can't even see me!"
Prompto feels the equivalent of an exhausted eyeroll from within.
"I see plenty." Ravus says cryptically, head tilting to the side and leveling Prompto with an unimpressed look. "The fact you are still so active, and Ignis did not stop me on the way in, is proof enough." If he notices Prompto's oogling, he doesn't give any indication. Which likely means he's not even aware that is what's happening here. Instead, he presses Prompto.
"Why do you insist on foolishness? You were doing persistently well at our previous sessions, so why give in now?"
Prompto tries not to get too wound up in the swell of pride the praise from Ravus about their previous training sessions causes. He can do that again, too, prove himself and get stronger, and, oh Ravus, that outfit, and-
No, no no no. This isn't right! He sure as heck can't just go anywhere like this. But Ravus clearly isn't going to take his excuse. Finally, with a sad sigh, Prompto gives up the hiding part of this ruse. He lifts the blanket from himself, at least enough so Ravus can see the mess. Two deformed lumps that seem to be attempting to form wings painfully push from each shoulder blade, surrounding a set of two light-copper sail-fins that run from neck to tailbone. He of course has full horns, a set of four that curve from his head, but of greater note is the smattering of scales and spikes littering his shoulders and other areas of his body.
"I uh. Can't wear much, like this. People can't- I don't want to be. Seen. Without enough to cover me."
His eyes are sad, a little fearful, and worst of all: defeated.
Ravus watches the various blankets and sheets fall away to reveal the drastic changes that have come on quickly for the blond. Last he'd noted, those spikes hadn't been nearly so intrusive, and the scales are much thicker where he can see them rising from Prompto's skin.
Glancing down at himself, Ravus can't say he's surprised. The changes are becoming more rapid, evolving and growing like a virus that infects them all. He can't say he's altogether pleased about the more intense changes like the long tail set with neural spines. Or the fact most of his belly and groin are now covered in dense, plush fur that he must brush and maintain. The horns are seriously causing him neck cramps too.
But for all the changes, Ravus has simply... Dealt with it. What more can he do? He's never much cared how anyone has viewed his body, but it seems that isn't the case with Prompto. A twinge of guilt plucks at his heart seeing just how much it's hurting him too. The boy wears his emotions like all the gaudy patches on his favorite vest.
Subconsciously, his tail lashes, thumping against the door frame.
“You are concerned your changes may be even less appealing than anyone else?” Ravus tilts his head, genuinely curious where this stems from. “If so, I assure you, none who judge you will have any grounds to stand on. And if they thought to trouble you over it, I would defend your honor to the last. Whatever your appearance, your character speaks far greater of you.”
The thump of a thick, muscled tail against the doorframe makes the skittish Prompto jump in place a little, enough that he accidentally drops the blanket fully. He's shirtless, and thankfully in a pair of boxer shorts on (or the closest approximation he can have, in this world). His wing-nubs twitch, causing him to wince before the panic really sets in. Now Ravus sees him. He might also note the obvious stretch marks all along his belly.
He yelps, snatching the blanket back up to tighten around him- which only presses against all his new appendages and draws out a choked, pained cry from his throat. Prompto takes a moment to steady his breathing and focus on it, close, closer, until he can think again past pain and panic.
"No, it's not that..." But. Wait. Did Ravus just say he would defend his honor? Like an entire knight from a high fantasy movie? Why the heck does the intensity of it crash into him like a bowling ball to the chest? The conviction behind those words is tangible. Prompto genuinely needs a second to catch his breath before he continues.
"I don't want people to see me. My..." His voice takes on an edge of disdain. "My body. I don't wanna miss training, big man. Even if everything hurts so bad. But that means going out there with nothing on up top, cause of all this weird spiky stuff."
There's a distinct lack of reaction from the silver, at first. Prompto is a flighty thing, and Ravus has ultimately learned to tamp down base reactions to that in general. Beyond that, his gaze flicks only briefly to follow the falling of the sheet, but doesn't linger on any one spot on Prompto for very long. His gaze is evaluating, but objectively. There are scars, and spines, and scale marks that define him now, and Ravus makes note of them internally. Maybe somewhere he notes that the scars are distinct, and perhaps more than expected. Things to ask about later, because Ravus does tend to find the stories of scars interesting (and if he were more honest with himself: attractive).
What does move him is that fact Prompto keens as though he's in pain. Just as his lack of reaction a moment ago had been instantaneously decided, so is this. Ravus is quite suddenly at Prompto's side, concern in the furrowed line of his brow. Ravus hadn't believed the sick angle earlier, but he hadn't accounted for potential growing injuries from the rapid changes to their bodies either. After all, his own have ripped open a good portion of his back and spine. As is typical of himself though, Ravus has not bothered to acknowledge the discomfort.
"I had not realized you felt so strongly about this." He doesn't quite understand the disdain in Prompto's voice, but if it's enough to cause such distress, Ravus doesn't feel right bearing the guilt, and forcing Prompto to continue. He's a strict instructor, but he's not Drautos.
Still, in the back of his mind, Thul rumbles about being too soft. A thought Ravus feels more than hears. Ravus' own thoughts push back against the heavy thunderheads of Thul's personality. Yet instead of resistance, he feels compromise. Something he voices aloud to Prompto.
"If training would cause more harm than improvement, it is wasted time and effort. Best to conserve your strength, in body and mind, then. Still, you should not wallow and let yourself be mired in misery. We can find somewhere private to at least get you fresh air and some stretching. I will not allow anyone else close, unless you deem yourself fit."
Ravus is by his side in an instant, in a way that makes Prompto's breath catch in his throat. He cannot fully tell if it is from the swiftness of it all, or being this close to the silver's face, able to see every scale, every sharp angle, every detail of his look of genuine concern.
"H-hey, I'm ok, just forgot about all the craziness on my back!" Prompto squeaks, a little more surprised-sounding than he intends.
Ravus' idea actually elicits a wave of approval from Sjerit- the blond has started to recognize when feelings come from her as opposed to him, and worked on hearing her voice more clearly. For all that he loves the thought, and trusts that Ravus would keep him secure...
...His anxiety persists, and his expression falls while a spark of worry flickers through those soft blue eyes. "I- what do I even wear? I can't- I can't leave. It could fall off, or someone could see from a distance, and then it's all over!!!"
Ravus arches a brow. 'All over' might be a bit of an exaggeration, but he supposes it's also not his place to dictate Prompto's fears. He is, however, obligated to help him conquer it.
The how of that gives him pause. The concerned look turns to one of thoughtfulness, gaze cast distantly while he ponders. And then, the obvious idea hits. He'd asked for this coat specifically to accommodate his changes...
Ravus straightens up enough to shrug out of his coat. Is he oblivious to the fact suddenly being bare-chested in front of Prompto might short-circuit every little nueron in the blond's head? Yes, entirely. Just like he's oblivious to what else he might do to him by then draping the coat over Prompto's shoulders, effectively burying him in it, but it does hide most of the dragon features by sheer size.
It all hits Prompto like a lightning bolt, really. One second, Ravus is suddenly topless, showing off his, as Prompto might say, big naturals in perfect, close view.
Then before he can wonder or ask why the big man is taking it off, he gets his answer- which sees his body buzzing and mind waving between a total shutdown and exploding into fireworks. He swears he can hear a light chuckling in the back of his consciousness, but his mouth opens before he can consider answering that.
Prompto gazes up at Ravus with nothing short of stunned wonder in those soft blues. He even manages to rise up from the bed, take a few steps forward...
"Y-yeah."
...Only for his weak knees to betray him and give out. Now the blond is kneeling on the ground by Ravus' feet. This is fine. Totally fine!
"We can go."
He speaks like nothing is happening in a bid to brush off or ignore the stifling embarrassment he would feel otherwise.
Orrrr I could go out on a run and just worry about food later >: ) !!!! lol
[Playing with fire. Literally, here. Prompto knows better.]
Okay, like, I get what you are going for here, right, but that does not make it any less WEIRD as HECK to see, dude! Come ON. I am so allowed to cringe.
At any rate, I am not wholly sure you do understand it, but very well. I simply thought it best to counter your reaction for when you saw it on your own.
What, that ur trying to mess with him? I mean, yeah, clearly. I would just assume u were hacked or in trouble if I saw it myself before u said anything, lol? That or planning something like the strategy pro u are ig.
But ur rly gonna keep a guy from running? Gotta upkeep my physique! Get the good brain chemicals from moving around, bla bla bla! ; )
[Actually, it really upset him. Logically Prompto knew Ardyn was doing his thing and trying to stir shit. But it still struck a nerve for the boy to where he had to go on a pretty long run and try to clear his head. Too many emotions at once.]
What, so taste of his own medicine or smth? That still is messing with him lol!!
Look at how much he delights in being told how revolting he is, how much he should be hated. I dare say the man has a sadomasochism problem that would fascinate untold numbers of psychologists. If we simply keep behaving as we are, then that only satisfies him.
[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!]
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.
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Oh um. I've been sick. Yeah. Sorry I didn't tell you. Hahahahahha! Can't make today either oops! : (
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"You do not appear sick."
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It was why he's been skipping out on training, despite hating doing so. He can't stand the thought of people seeing his body.
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Prompto jolts. It sounds like metal on wood. He suddenly realizes that, oh shit, the clinking of metal before it was not some stress-induced auditory hallucination.
It was Ravus. Some deep part of him receives an alien wave of satisfaction over that, despite his first instinct being to groan aloud. Was that Sjerit? She only has a moment or two of the blond's attention. Something else is about to steal it away with aplomb. When he peeks out from under his blanket, slitted blue eyes go absolutely huge. He squeaks, and nearly topples forward out of the bed entirely. Prompto only just manages to balance on the edge, covered by his warm armor. The outfit Ravus is wearing gives him a front-row view of his plush chest, and his hips.
He's- oh, wow.
"H-huh? Look sick? You can't even see me!"
Prompto feels the equivalent of an exhausted eyeroll from within.
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"Why do you insist on foolishness? You were doing persistently well at our previous sessions, so why give in now?"
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No, no no no. This isn't right! He sure as heck can't just go anywhere like this. But Ravus clearly isn't going to take his excuse. Finally, with a sad sigh, Prompto gives up the hiding part of this ruse. He lifts the blanket from himself, at least enough so Ravus can see the mess. Two deformed lumps that seem to be attempting to form wings painfully push from each shoulder blade, surrounding a set of two light-copper sail-fins that run from neck to tailbone. He of course has full horns, a set of four that curve from his head, but of greater note is the smattering of scales and spikes littering his shoulders and other areas of his body.
"I uh. Can't wear much, like this. People can't- I don't want to be. Seen. Without enough to cover me."
His eyes are sad, a little fearful, and worst of all: defeated.
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Glancing down at himself, Ravus can't say he's surprised. The changes are becoming more rapid, evolving and growing like a virus that infects them all. He can't say he's altogether pleased about the more intense changes like the long tail set with neural spines. Or the fact most of his belly and groin are now covered in dense, plush fur that he must brush and maintain. The horns are seriously causing him neck cramps too.
But for all the changes, Ravus has simply... Dealt with it. What more can he do? He's never much cared how anyone has viewed his body, but it seems that isn't the case with Prompto. A twinge of guilt plucks at his heart seeing just how much it's hurting him too. The boy wears his emotions like all the gaudy patches on his favorite vest.
Subconsciously, his tail lashes, thumping against the door frame.
“You are concerned your changes may be even less appealing than anyone else?” Ravus tilts his head, genuinely curious where this stems from. “If so, I assure you, none who judge you will have any grounds to stand on. And if they thought to trouble you over it, I would defend your honor to the last. Whatever your appearance, your character speaks far greater of you.”
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He yelps, snatching the blanket back up to tighten around him- which only presses against all his new appendages and draws out a choked, pained cry from his throat. Prompto takes a moment to steady his breathing and focus on it, close, closer, until he can think again past pain and panic.
"No, it's not that..." But. Wait. Did Ravus just say he would defend his honor? Like an entire knight from a high fantasy movie? Why the heck does the intensity of it crash into him like a bowling ball to the chest? The conviction behind those words is tangible. Prompto genuinely needs a second to catch his breath before he continues.
"I don't want people to see me. My..." His voice takes on an edge of disdain. "My body. I don't wanna miss training, big man. Even if everything hurts so bad. But that means going out there with nothing on up top, cause of all this weird spiky stuff."
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What does move him is that fact Prompto keens as though he's in pain. Just as his lack of reaction a moment ago had been instantaneously decided, so is this. Ravus is quite suddenly at Prompto's side, concern in the furrowed line of his brow. Ravus hadn't believed the sick angle earlier, but he hadn't accounted for potential growing injuries from the rapid changes to their bodies either. After all, his own have ripped open a good portion of his back and spine. As is typical of himself though, Ravus has not bothered to acknowledge the discomfort.
"I had not realized you felt so strongly about this." He doesn't quite understand the disdain in Prompto's voice, but if it's enough to cause such distress, Ravus doesn't feel right bearing the guilt, and forcing Prompto to continue. He's a strict instructor, but he's not Drautos.
Still, in the back of his mind, Thul rumbles about being too soft. A thought Ravus feels more than hears. Ravus' own thoughts push back against the heavy thunderheads of Thul's personality. Yet instead of resistance, he feels compromise. Something he voices aloud to Prompto.
"If training would cause more harm than improvement, it is wasted time and effort. Best to conserve your strength, in body and mind, then. Still, you should not wallow and let yourself be mired in misery. We can find somewhere private to at least get you fresh air and some stretching. I will not allow anyone else close, unless you deem yourself fit."
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"H-hey, I'm ok, just forgot about all the craziness on my back!" Prompto squeaks, a little more surprised-sounding than he intends.
Ravus' idea actually elicits a wave of approval from Sjerit- the blond has started to recognize when feelings come from her as opposed to him, and worked on hearing her voice more clearly. For all that he loves the thought, and trusts that Ravus would keep him secure...
...His anxiety persists, and his expression falls while a spark of worry flickers through those soft blue eyes. "I- what do I even wear? I can't- I can't leave. It could fall off, or someone could see from a distance, and then it's all over!!!"
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The how of that gives him pause. The concerned look turns to one of thoughtfulness, gaze cast distantly while he ponders. And then, the obvious idea hits. He'd asked for this coat specifically to accommodate his changes...
Ravus straightens up enough to shrug out of his coat. Is he oblivious to the fact suddenly being bare-chested in front of Prompto might short-circuit every little nueron in the blond's head? Yes, entirely. Just like he's oblivious to what else he might do to him by then draping the coat over Prompto's shoulders, effectively burying him in it, but it does hide most of the dragon features by sheer size.
"Better?"
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Then before he can wonder or ask why the big man is taking it off, he gets his answer- which sees his body buzzing and mind waving between a total shutdown and exploding into fireworks. He swears he can hear a light chuckling in the back of his consciousness, but his mouth opens before he can consider answering that.
Prompto gazes up at Ravus with nothing short of stunned wonder in those soft blues. He even manages to rise up from the bed, take a few steps forward...
"Y-yeah."
...Only for his weak knees to betray him and give out. Now the blond is kneeling on the ground by Ravus' feet. This is fine. Totally fine!
"We can go."
He speaks like nothing is happening in a bid to brush off or ignore the stifling embarrassment he would feel otherwise.
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Any particular preferences for dinner? I think I would rather do something besides a stew tonight, but I am all for alternative thoughts.
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[Ignis can probably hear Prompto let out something between a distressed, disbelieving yell and a groan from a room or so over]
Seriously? What kind of strategy even is this!? Nah, man, I think my appetite is shot, now....
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[Why is this a threat-]
At any rate. I really did expect better of you, Prompto. I thought you would be more than familiar with what reaction trolls most desire.
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[Playing with fire. Literally, here. Prompto knows better.]
Okay, like, I get what you are going for here, right, but that does not make it any less WEIRD as HECK to see, dude! Come ON. I am so allowed to cringe.
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At any rate, I am not wholly sure you do understand it, but very well. I simply thought it best to counter your reaction for when you saw it on your own.
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But ur rly gonna keep a guy from running? Gotta upkeep my physique! Get the good brain chemicals from moving around, bla bla bla! ; )
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And it isn't merely to mess with him. Rather, did you see his reply to Noct?
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[Actually, it really upset him. Logically Prompto knew Ardyn was doing his thing and trying to stir shit. But it still struck a nerve for the boy to where he had to go on a pretty long run and try to clear his head. Too many emotions at once.]
What, so taste of his own medicine or smth? That still is messing with him lol!!
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I'm denying him.
Look at how much he delights in being told how revolting he is, how much he should be hated. I dare say the man has a sadomasochism problem that would fascinate untold numbers of psychologists. If we simply keep behaving as we are, then that only satisfies him.
Now. What is the opposite of that?
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OHHHHHHHHHHHHH. OK OK, I see. >:)
Uh does that mean I should b acting like a total weirdo to him or something???????? B...nice???????
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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.
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"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!]
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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.