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Fireside || dragoonxdive
dragoonxdive:
Aranea, even if she had reacted quite harshly to Prompto when he had learned about his origins back in Gralea, still had understand how he could have felt. She had been born in Niflheim, too, and with time, she had come to realize she was born in one of the worst places. She had almost died, being almost killed by her ex-boyfriend, and had decided she wanted to join the army to make sure she could defeat everyone who would try to harm her. But the only army she could have joined was Niflheim’s, and she had done it. She had learned a lot with them; she had grown way STRONGER thanks to them, and could face pretty much any threat now thanks to them. However, a part of her still wondered how her life would have turned if she had grown up in Insomnia, like Prompto, and if she would have joined the Crownsguard or the Kingsglaive instead. She would have become stronger, too, but she would have also been in the right place; she would have been on the good side of the war since the beginning. Of course, she was fighting for Lucis now and protecting its people, so she had ended up this way anyway, but she still hated herself for working at Niflheim Empire for this long.
It wasn’t everyone who trusted her though: sometimes, she joined forces with members of the Crownsguard or even hunters who couldn’t stand her. They fought side by side, but they still kept insulting her because of her past allegiance. She hated when people didn’t even try to understand someone. They didn’t know her, so they couldn’t affect her. But she knew how mad she would get if she heard such a thing about Prompto.
“Of course they would say the same. I’m amazing.” Aranea teased, a playful smirk crossing her features. She knew how hard it was to deal with that world of darkness, and this was why she kept joking and teasing her friends. She had to light up the mood, at least. Her smirk saddened a bit at the mention of Noctis. “He will return. I wasn’t sure of him when I met him, but now, I believe in him. This is why we have to fight, to protect his people, to make sure he still has a kingdom when he’s back.”
"That you are,” he teased back, although a tease in earnest, before the mood dampens just a bit.
They were definitely all feeling the sting of Noctis’ absence, even those who hadn’t known him long, or even at all. It was hard not to, with the sun entirely absent, and eternal night constantly looming over their heads. It’d be a lie to say he wasn’t one of the first people to gripe when morning came, but damn, he sure would like to see the sun in the sky right about now.
“Yeah...” he agrees somberly. “But with all of us working towards the same thing... you, me, Gladdy, Iggy, the Glaives, the Hunters... I think we can do it.” Soft-spoken as it is, its also delivered with unwavering conviction. “Noct isn’t going to give up, wherever he is, and neither will we. Not even if it takes a lifetime.”
There’s a moment of pause, glancing back down at his hands where he’s idly tearing a piece of grass in half.
“Of course, it’d be nice to see him before a whole lifetime has gone by too.”
He blinks hard at the ground for a moment as his brows furrow at the possibility, but he tries to push it aside and look up again, not wanting to dwell on that thought too much. A lifetime would just feel too long. Hell, his absence already felt too long now.
He didn’t want to drag Aranea down into his same dreary thoughts though, trying to shift gears to something a little more light-hearted.
“Hey. You know, one of the things that was always really nice in Insomnia were some of the celebrations. Like, festivals and stuff, you know?”
He wasn’t actually sure if she knew. He didn’t know what growing up in Niflheim was like or if the military power-house had things like festivals, outside of celebrating their conquests, but he did know that when they arrived there to retrieve the crystal, things were bleak.
Empty, industrial streets void of much human life, filled with roaming beasts and daemons and Magitek suits... between Niflheim and Lucis, he wasn’t sure which had gotten worse treatment in the end. Even their own king hadn’t exactly been spared a bad fate.
“Maybe its too early to start thinking ahead to things like this, but when Noct returns, and things are back to normal... or mostly normal, we should throw a party. A big celebration!” He throws his arms wide.
“It... probably won’t be as big and fancy as the ones we had before. Not like fancy lights and floats and confetti, but you really only need people and some good food to get things poppin’. Maybe put some of those cool fight moves out there as some kinda entertainment for the masses!” He mock-boxes the air a few times.
“Bet’cha the kids’ll love it!”
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Fireside || dragoonxdive
dragoonxdive:
Aranea knew Prompto still had to work a lot about his self-esteem. He had to become more confident about himself and about his skills. It was even more important now that he spent less times with his friends. Eventually, he would have to fight by some hunters’ side, and maybe he would even be the most experimented one of the group. He had to make sure the others BELIEVED in him, he would have to be some kind of leader, even if it wouldn’t be easy. Prompto could probably not even picture this, but the dragoon had worked a lot for this in the past. Maybe it was even one of the reasons why she had joined the Empire. She had been totally broken as a teenager. She had refused to let such a thing happen again.
She smiled softly as she listen to him talking. It was quite rare that he let himself talk that way. She wished he could realize how STRONG he already was. “This is alright to ask for more, Shortcake. Particularly when this is such a good thing. I hope the same as you. I don’t know if it will happen, but it would be… a huge progress.” She chuckled a bit. She knew she wasn’t welcome in Lucis. Many people, particularly the members of the glaive, knew she had previously worked for Niflheim Empire, and couldn’t trust her. She had even heard she could be one of Ardyn’s spy. But of course she wasn’t. She had understand the problems of the Empire a long time before quitting. She hated when someone pretended to know things about her. She did her best to IGNORE what other people said, but it wasn’t always easy. Particularly when they accused Prompto, Ignis and Gladio - her friends - to have lost their mind because they were friendly toward her.
“I’ll fight by your side for that future, once all the daemons haver vanished.” She agreed, her playful smirk back on her lips. “Who knows, maybe those fights will bring people from everywhere closer. It already started.” Yes, she was refering to her friendship with the prince’s retainers. Before she had quitted, she had already become their friend and spent time around their campfire and helped them slay daemons.
He couldn’t help nodding his agreement. It would be a lot of progress, and he understood where Aranea was coming from even if he hadn’t been either a citizen or soldier of Niflheim. He had always lived in Insomnia, always considered himself one of its people.
Even when he learned about his origins, he had spat back in defiance, ‘I am a Lucian!’ as Ardyn’s voice taunted him over every speaker in that facility. He still can’t help but shiver thinking about that place and that... daemon in human skin.
None of that stopped people from mocking him as a child, parents whispering conspiratorially to each other, kids name-calling and jeering when no one was around to scold them, or sometimes in plain sight with adults who didn’t care to. It didn’t matter how many times he yelled back at other kids ‘I’m not a Niff!’. Eventually he just learned to keep his head down and keep quiet. Block them out and sink into something else like no one else existed. Video games were usually a good escape for that, and it kind-of worked, except that he didn’t have any friends.
He’d hated every second of that, and now, with everything he experienced, most of the blame for the war didn’t even fall on Niflheim. It fell on a few people of power, and Ardyn. Most of their army weren’t even living things, much less humans. Maybe in some ways, that would make fixing the divide between countries easier. He could hope, anyway. People didn’t deserve to be met with grudges for a war most of them didn’t even fight or support.
“And I’ll be glad to have your help,” he answers simply, mustering a meek but genuine smile. “I’m sure Gladdy and Iggy would say the same.”
Sombering a bit, he sighed through his nose and glanced back up at the sky, falling silent for a moment. They could hardly even call this a war, this... whatever this was. Long nights with no end. People cowering from daemons without even the promise of daylight to keep them safe. People were scared. He couldn’t say he wasn’t one of them.
“I hope however long it takes, that Noct returns soon... its definitely harder without him here.”
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“‘Fraid I can’t help but worry ‘bout ya, Prompto.” She replied worried as ever. Poor Cindy bit her lower lip as she studied him. Was he always this reckless..?
Prompto can’t help but blink a bit dumbly and gawk just a bit, before he can think to stop himself from doing so. Sure, he gushes on about Cindy all the time and hopes for a lot, but he’s fairly confident she doesn’t think of him half as much as he does... right? Or maybe...
He flushes a bit at the idea maybe she thinks of him more than he dares to hope, realizing he’s gone very quiet. Maybe this is a chance he’s been looking for--
“O-oh. Oh yeah?” He focuses his attention on cleaning the device more carefully now. Thoughtfully, even. Suddenly he’s glad to have something else to do to justify not looking directly at her. “...why’s that?”
"Your hair; how does part of it manage to stay up in the air?" asks Link.
“Really good styling products!” He blurts, all while slicking his hair back, very carefully. Something that, he’s finding... are really a lot harder to come by outside Insomnia.
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“Really? Because I’m pretty sure I’m saying no right now.”
“Okay but have you tried it? Don’t knock it til you do.”
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“You can keep your salad, thanks…” Veggies. Eeeeew.
“Noct... buddy... you don’t understand. This is the best salad! Even you can’t say no.” Is he on a mania high? Possibly. That or he just really loves salad. Its hard to say, really.
“YOU get a salad! And YOU get a salad--”
Must be nice to be popular huh? Having men fight over you.
“I mean I’m hardly ‘popular’...” Prompto dismisses.
Maybe more like... infamous, when the Crown City was still in-tact, before the wall fell... back when he and Noctis were still in school and the tabloids ran wild with trying to make up some rumor or other about the two of them to sell news stories. You’d think they’d have had plenty of other, more important stories to cover what with the war going on and all...
In a wistful voice, he adds, all while propping his chin in both hands and hunching over though not to sulk, “...but its not bad being fought over by the King’s Shield and his advisor...”
*looks up at night sky* *sees more stars than usual* *mood immediately lifts by 93%*
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Relaxed-Engaging (Secure): Relaxed-Engaging individuals tend to have good self-esteem and typically find it easy to share their feelings and opinions with others. They spend less time fretting and second-guessing themselves than individuals in the other three quadrants, and they generally find it easy to ask others for help or support when in need. They are usually straightforward and trusting in their relations with others, and their usual state is one of being open, approachable, and relaxed. For this reason, they typically have fewer interpersonal defenses than others. They naturally seek to connect with others while remaining realistic about the transformative power of intimate relationships: Relaxed-Engaging individuals don't expect to be swept off their feet, or to have their entire world turned upside-down by the arrival of some romantic savior or the like - they're already "comfortable in their own skin," so to speak. Instead, they seek to cultivate simple virtues, such as mutual trust and a sense of shared intimacy with others. They generally don't play games, but seek to establish uncomplicated and mutually beneficial relationships.
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