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bro i really fuckin miss writing prompto
ringpyre:
he’s a bit STARTLED by prompto’s excitement. he’s use to people reacting to things in a dulled or subdued fashion. so it’s . . . a strange change of pace. not that he hates it or anything, because he really doesn’t mind it. it’s just DIFFERENT is all. and it’s all very PROMPTO. ( different and prompto seem to go hand in hand he’s come to realize. ) it’s all a pleasant surprise. but . . . ignis is shocked at himself that he accepted in the FIRST place. he wonders, more often than not, why he does anything he does but he supposes that’s just part of EXISTING. though, if there’s anything he might NOT agree to is letting prompto dress him. he sees the clothes he wears and he’s not entirely . . . CONVINCED that he wants someone wearing three different patterns at once to pick something out. ignis feels out of his depth, for once. he doesn’t go out often, not without noct.
❝ i’d rather you not. i have my . . . OWN clothes that i recently got. ❞ they’re NEW, not the usual stuffy tailcoats with ascots, the stuff that was handed down to him by his uncle. it’s not often that a young vampire like him comes into the scientia family. it’s an OLD family so they find no reason to get new clothes if their old ones still work. he’s an outlier. ( as well as technically not being a scientia proper, but was kind enough to argue his case. ) he sighs, deciding to relent on one other thing and ONE thing alone. ❝ however, i’ll allow you to change my hair. if you want. that’s all, though. ❞ his uncle says his pompadour makes him look OLDER, which, given his position, is sometimes a good thing. for starts it garners SOME respect in the court despite his young age. ( an old court of an even older family. it’s not startling that they think him a mere TODDLER when it comes to age. but that is something that’s THEIR issue. ignis knows he’s beyond exceptional in his duties. ) but ignis also knows it can be laughable among those his age.
prompto's bouncing slows , and then stops , as his puppy dog eyes turn into just blatantly disappointed pouting . he files away the mental images of ignis wearing ripped skinny jeans and tight tank tops away as something that will never come to fruition . ( not that it's something he's thought about before this point , or ever will think about again . ) ( besides , it's just something he thought would look different , that's all --- the stark difference between what he usually wears , and THAT , would be . . . neat . ) ( that's the only reason he even thought about it in the first place . ) he opens his mouth to protest , and then ignis sighs , and relents , and prompto's pout turns to a grin . he threads his fingers together behind his head and takes a few steps around the vampire , looking at his hair with a critical eye . oh yes , he can definitely do something with that . ( the pompadour has always seemed a little funny to him --- he understands WHY ignis does his hair like that , but considering what the rest of him looks like . . . ) ( regarding his age , of course . prompto doesn't think about what the rest of ignis looks like otherwise . )
prompto hums thoughtfully , and reaches out to touch the top of his hair . and then realizes that ignis didn't mean here , and that it's definitely rude to just touch someone's hair with no warning . ❝ oh , uh --- sorry , dude ! totally wasn't thinking before i did that . ❞ half a beat of silence , and then he continues . ❝ and it's definitely super unfair that you won't let me pick out your clothes too , but doing your hair will be fun anyway , so i guess it's fine . ❞ he grins , so that ignis knows he isn't actually upset . ( he doesn't want iggy to think that he's upset with him in any way --- the thought makes him feel vaguely uncomfortable in a way he can't quite articulate . ) ( like maybe if he gets upset with ignis , ignis will get upset with him . and that's absolutely something prompto doesn't think he could stand . ) ( noct got annoyed with him once and kind of snapped at him --- he'd been bouncing around far too early for the dragon to be fully awake --- and prompto still feels the sting of that memory sometimes . ) and then it sinks in that he's basically been given permission by ignis to play with his hair . he clears his throat and speaks ( probably too loudly ) around the blush that he's almost certain has suddenly found its way to his face . ❝ so , uh , we should probably uh . swing by my place so i can grab the stuff i need ? and then we can . . . uh , go to your place to get ready ? ❞ he curses his voice's tendency to crack when he's nervous or embarrassed . ❝ or , i mean , we could do it the other way ? if you want . um . i'm open to whatever . ❞
oh also prompto is hypermobile and jewish. thanks.
actually i’m just gonna bullet point for now. spoilers for fe3h & prompto’s backstory beyond if that’s smth literally anyone cares about anymore
has two crests (minor crest of ifrit and major crest of shiva --- in fodlan they are called the crests of daphnel and of aubin)
yes this means hes got white hair instead of blond
no he has NO CLUE that he’s got two crests. he only knows about his minor crest (ifrit/daphnel).
ALSO. him having two crests means that his body is constantly overworking itself, even moreso considering they are of a fire and ice dragon
this means he’s literally always in pain
when he was a kid he wanted to be included in the conversations about crests so he mentioned his crest --- which, due to ifrit being a traitor, got him ostracized. he now hides his crest.
his barcode marks his experiment number instead of his clone number, and he still hides it.
he’s still got a gun bc the fucking. agarthians have missiles why can’t he have a gun. Let Him Have A Gun In A Fantasy Setting. lucis is more advanced than fodlan is ive decided.
they go to fodlan during the time that noctis is in the crystal to ask for help to defeat ardyn. and then, naturally, get caught up in trying to help fodlan as well.
instead of having his like fancy digital camera he’s got a. polaroid camera.
the rest of his story is pretty much the same? i guess? OH WAIT
his foster parents only took him in because he’s got a minor crest and became Disinterested in him when they realized which crest it was.
okay. i think that’s it. if there is anything else i’ll add it to this post/add it when i do a full verse write up (when it’s not one thirty am)
uh. big post incoming bc i’m making a fe.3h verse :flushed:
ringpyre:
ignis scoffs lightly at the comment and shakes his head. ( it’s all in good nature, no venom behind it as he smiles ever so slightly. reserved for prompto and prompto alone. ) and then he can see the FRUSTRATION evident on his face. he should have thought of teaching him how to ballroom dance EARLIER, they would have had more time to PRACTICE because that’s really the only way one can get GOOD at it. ( they had so much time while waiting for noct’s return. why didn’t they? ) ( ignis knows why, of course. he always knew that his COMMUNICATION or lack thereof would end with him missing OUT on some things. )
❝ ah, yes, because I was definitely the one who brought up grinding in the first place. ❞ a chuckle as he shifts ever so slightly, hands tightening prompto’s ever so slightly. his shoulders shake with the laugh and a look of ADORATION dances in his eyes. ( it’s strange to think that they would end up here. in each others’ arms, wearing matching bands. to think that it all started with a DISASTROUS road trip. and to think that somewhere along the way, they started to fall in love little by little. )
❝ this will be our last dance for the night until tomorrow. i don’t want you to push yourself and pick up BAD HABITS. ❞ he glances down slightly at prompto’s footwork, ❝ and do try to keep your eyes on me instead of your feet. you have to feel the rhythm, not follow a set course. pay attention to what your partner does and follow their lead, and once we’re past THAT i’m sure some day YOU’LL be able to lead the dance. ❞
ignis' hands tightening on his own are something of an anchor . he's not entirely worried about the ball itself , knows that nobody will actually seriously judge him for not knowing how to dance , but --- well . prompto argentum tends to be made of anxiety , and ignis is one of the people with the uncanny ability to soothe him . ( he once made the comparison that ignis is like a weighted blanket , and he's never found anything else as fitting . )
his communication and presence when the world was at war , was made of darkness and ruination and waiting ( though admittedly it was not as frequently as prompto would have liked ) was half of what kept prompto going --- half of what made him able to get out of bed , able to do what needed to be done . ( the other half is a constant refrain in both their minds: noctis , noctis , noctis . ) they haven't always been there for each other , especially in the beginning . but something shifted that night by the fire , when ignis trusted prompto like that . he can't quite put his finger on it --- it wasn't instantaneous , not by a long shot , but they were . . . closer after that . ( closer to each other , and perhaps closer to falling in love . )
he knows that he'll get this , because ignis is the one teaching him . and he only feels slightly chastised after ignis' warning . he doesn't understand why the waltz is so much more difficult than other dancing --- he can feel the music when he's listening in the car , so surely this shouldn't be that much harder . but it's fine . they've got . . . a bit , and he's mostly got the steps down . ❝ well , it is awfully hard to keep my eyes off you . . . but --- ❞ there's a twinkle in his eye , the one that signals a loss of concentration , the one that signals TROUBLE . and he leans forward , ghosts his lips across ignis' cheekbones , and continues . ❝ maybe i'm having trouble feeling the rhythm because i'm so focused on feeling you . ❞ he doesn't mind if he's not able to lead --- he doubts that he'll ever have to dance with someone who would let him . ( luna definitely wouldn't , and noct . . . well . noct is noct . ) ( and he wouldn't want it any other way . )
ringpyre:
he’s the gay boyfriend. wow! ❝ you have a gay boyfriend? what a coincidence. i am a gay boyfriend. ❞
❝ well , you know what they say about coincidences . ❞ a beat . ❝ we should kiss about it . ❞ nobody has ever , ever said that . ( but he loves his boyfriend . so sue him . ) ( wow . his boyfriend . WOW ! )
❝ i love my gay boyfriend ! ❞
please help | ringpyre:
❝ who told you that being in a group is illegal? ❞
❝ i don’t know i just worry about everything . ❞
please help | ringpyre:
❝ why would it be? what part, specifically, do you think may be illegal? ❞
❝ just being in a group . ❞
please help | ringpyre:
❝ i need more details. on the face, the obvious answer is no. i suspect you wouldn’t be asking if there weren’t important details that you were leaving out. i also need your city. the laws outside of insomnia are different. ❞
❝ no missing details i just didn’t know if joining or hosting a group like this is illegal . ❞
❝ is it illegal to be in a group that is for fun and is like a d&d ( dungeons and dragons ) roleplaying group ? i am from lucis . ❞
@ringpyre
@amazetm asked: "i hope you know CPR, because you are taking my breath away!" from noct u_u
a stupid grin crosses his face as he swings his arms back and forth . ❝ y'know , ❞ he starts , trying to force the grin away and replace it with a serious ( or , at least pseudo-serious ) look . ❝ if you want me to do mouth to mouth , you could just ask me to kiss you . ❞ and the grin is back , accompanied by a pair of finger guns pointed their way . bad pickup lines deserve bad pickup lines , in his humble opinion .
gays, growing up, not realizing that they're in love with their best friend:
i leave it to you . walk tall my friends .
private multimuse ft . noctis lucis caelum from ffxv . written by arwen . c .
prompto age: origins | ringpyre:
ignis looks up to prompto before he takes his hand and gets up. a grunt escapes him as he does so, ( perhaps it’s a good thing he decided to take some respite here in lestallum. ) ( it became less a matter of IF he’d collapse from exhaustion and more of a WHEN. ) ignis can’t seem to recall the last time they did this. it’s strange, he thinks, because even if they do love each other, even though they can find softness and COMFORT in each other, it still feels as if they’re missing something.
he knows, of course, that it is not something but rather someone. and he doubts they’ll talk about noct tonight despite the countless times they’ve stayed awake, sharing their thoughts and mutual affection for him. it would hurt too much, for both of them, in this particular moment. and maybe they won’t ever be able to speak of his absence, not until he’s back, not until he’s RETURNED to them. ( and he will. he will he will he will. he has to — ignis KNOWS it. ) ( for if he started doubting it, then he would’ve fallen out of love long ago, he thinks. ) he is icarus, the wax of his wings scalding his skin, scarring him for the rest of his time with the love he could never keep in check. and perhaps he should fear the inevitable fall — but he knows he will be in good hands.
( the waves bellow the same blue as prompto’s eyes. )
noct’s absence is like a piece of his soul has been torn from him. an emptiness that no amount of work can fill, that no amount of other people can fill. he wonders if prompto shares these sentiments. maybe he should hate noct for never giving him the option of figuring out what life means as an individual, for ensuring it so that he may never know the taste of life without constantly being by his side. but he doesn’t, and he never will.
he could say a million things. i’m happy to see you. it’s been too long. i’m tired. i want to rest. i want to hold you. let’s dance in the dead of the night to music i’ve forgotten the lyrics of. let’s forget for a moment that the world is ending around us. let’s forget for a moment that to each our own, we aren’t whole. but ignis was never one to say so many things all at once if he can sum it up in a few simple words.
so he settles for ❝ i missed you too, prompto. ❞ he hopes prompto picks up on the weight of his words. he hopes prompto doesn’t see the flash of guilt in his eyes. he left him for a bit. left everyone, really, to their own. and he hates himself for it.
but it’s the past, and it’s best to leave it there. for now, prompto is before him, expressing his truths, and ignis feels like a stranger all over again. ❝ i missed you too… ❞ he doesn’t mean to repeat himself. this time softer, quieter, as if reminding himself where he’s at.
prompto is many things . loud . anxious . hyperactive . but above all he's perceptive . not a perception that many pick up on , or that many recognize as perception . he doesn't tend to notice big things , even when people try to point them out . ( especially when his attention's been caught by something else . ) but he does notice other people's emotions . ( he's hardwired to be hypersensitive to them , especially when they're in relation to himself . )
so he doesn't miss the flash of guilt in ignis' eyes . and it hurts . not the fact that ignis left him for a while , although that does hurt too , a bit . ( hurts in that part of him that's always so sure that he's going to end up alone , that everyone he loves will leave him . ) ( but he's getting better at pushing those thoughts away , no matter how they sometimes rear their ugly head . ) no , it hurts more that he even feels that guilt . it's almost unbearable --- the man he loves feeling like that , especially when it's not something that could be helped . ( yes , ignis left , but it's for noct in more than just the way that everything they do is for noct . ) ( there's a part of him that feels like he should resent noct , should be upset that they made themself such a huge part of their lives and then had to leave . ) ( but he could never resent them , not really , and not just because this isn’t their fault . ) ( it seems that his whole life has been spent in pursuit of noctis , has been spent caring for and loving them ; he wouldn't have it any other way . )
it doesn't matter anymore that ignis left , because he's here now , and that's all that matters . ( he's always been understanding when people leave , but this is the first time anybody's ever come back to him . ) ( come back for him , because ignis LOVES him . ) ( and he knows that noct will come back , too . they have to . they will . ) prompto hasn't forgotten that ignis left , hasn't forgotten the nearly-overwhelming loneliness he sometimes feels here in lestallum , it just . . . doesn't matter . not when one of the loves of his life is here . not when he's not alone in this moment , when ignis is going to come with him on this mission that he's so scared of .
prompto doesn't let go of ignis' hand . he runs his fingers across the healing scars ( proof of ignis' devotion to noctis --- not that it's ever been in question ) and squeezes , gently . he takes a deep breath , almost as if he'd forgotten to breathe ( almost as if , when faced with ignis' beauty --- inside and out --- he sometimes forgets how ) and looks up .
and oh , he can barely stand it .
he can barely stand how much time they've been apart , can barely stand how much longer it would be until they're in prompto's apartment , can barely stand them even standing as far apart as they are now , when they're hand in hand . so before he leads ignis to his place , before he curls up holding him in the night , prompto lets go of his hand , and wraps his arms around his neck , tucking his face against his collarbone . he smells like coffee , and glasses cleaner , and the oil he uses to keep his daggers perfect . he smells like ignis . ( he smells like home . )
he lets out a shaky breath and a nervous giggle as he loosens his arms and takes half a step back , and anxiously scratches at the back of his head . ( he knows ignis has never really been one for overwhelming public displays of affection , especially not here . ) ❝ uh , sorry 'bout that , iggy , i just . couldn't help myself . uh . should we . . . head out ? ❞ he was serious about that hot meal --- it's been far too long since he's had any of ignis' cooking .
❝ in my dreams they crowd me, pressuring me further and further, reminding me my life has been but a lie. ❞
【 prompt. sel acc. @lionsworn 】
he’s exhausted, sitting at the edge of the bed, in that limbo between the waking world and the sleeping world. he’s been awake for too long, prompto’s been fast asleep for a while now. they’re staying in tenebrae for a while, ignis and ravus have been exchanging their findings and catching up and— recuperating. they’re recuperating, really. prompto more than him. he glances over at him for a second before he diverts his full attention back to the paper in his hand, a small flicker of flames keeping it just lit enough to read. it’s the last reports he filled out from their excursion in niflheim. he really doesn’t need to reread them but it feels like there’s something missing.
when he hears prompto’s soft, broken, voice, he snaps his head over, slowly lowering the papers onto the spot next to him and letting the fire die down in his hand. he frowns. they haven’t talked much about what happened. he doesn’t know the whole story, really. they got separated for a bit, so he doesn’t know the full extent of what prompto saw. he knows ENOUGH, though, to know that what it was … well … quite a rude awakening.
he can’t say he can empathize — not that he does that very often — but he can show him compassion, in this moment. prompto’s holding his knees up to his chest and he looks so VULNERABLE. like a mirror, prompto’s not big on showing how he TRULY feels very often. ignis sighs softly, brows furrowing out of concern ever so slightly, and he scoots up and faces prompto laying down. he runs a hand gently as could be through prompto’s hair and wraps his other arm around him.
❝ maybe some aspects of it is, but not all of them. your roots, perhaps, but they are a shriveled thing. what matters most is the life you’ve built for yourself, how you’ve chosen to be, how you ARE. your relationship to noct wasn’t a lie. neither mine nor gladio’s. you’re life isn’t a lie, it’s … simply being given a context you would have been just FINE without. ❞