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ofsilverguns “Are you single? Just asking.”
pfff please
“ --- i’ll admit, in some scenarios i can be swayed by a plea. ”
[ grinsmirkgrin ]
ofsilverguns asked: ❝ There’s nothing like your smile, sort of subtle and perfect and real. ❞ (for Ignis)
come at us. ll. @ofsilverguns
IGNIS. ..? an odd thing to remark on - not that prompto && the odd are far removed from one another. panoramic was the view of polished lakes ( glittering in the distance where they slink into a river ), great arches of stone && the jagged edge of pine trees to crown them. with some reluctance, it is traded for another’s attempt at civility perhaps ( ? ), or lighter notes in their dynamic ( ? ).
[. there’s goldenblonde && blues above the curves to freckled cheeks; gentlesweet && edged with something sturdier. && there is nothing quite like guilt, however needlessly dramatic the sentiment seems - it swells with the rise && fall of ribs’ cage. ]
en route to fulfil their shared duty to protect // one’s duty spills needless ... observations. a dissonant ( perhaps also motivation ), to see ‘ the people ’ represented in flashes of sunny hair && a fumbling need to be needed - pity that this exists farthest from where the people should be. would that noctis had had fewer reservations about leaving the boy behind - but prompto is dedicated, if nothing else. unspeakably fragile, for another. ( a personal opinion that serves their cause little to not. )
“ ... ”
sort of subtle // perfect // real
is he foolish enough to attempt flirtation? ( yes, yes he is. ) ... curious. ( understatement. )
“ very well; what did his highness bribe you to ask of me? ”
" Something. Is grabbing. My leg. " (for Deidara)
MYSTERY STARTERS. ll @ofsilverguns ll accepting !
DEIDARA.
“ ssshhhh… ”hush of warm lips near another’s cheek, freckles drowned out by the shadows. can’t see so much as the tip of his own nose, but he’s used to working in the dark. prompto’s been stuck to his hip since the light went truly out ( one set of artist’s fingers curled into the back of his waistband ) - not as much out of fear as it were done out of practicality, if deidara were to guess.the cave system they are in was expected to be home to some sort of life – && it’s been making its presence known accordingly : soft, dry scratches of [ maybe claws, maybe wings ], a hoot of something to ricochet off dripping rock && fracture into a swarm of sound. && now, apparently, its reached out. either that, or prompto managed to step on ‘em.
“ wassit feel like ? ”
deceptively soft && pliant, clay shaped into a small army of caterpillars && mice to scout through the area. without sight && wary of touch // chakra’s odd variety of vision is preferable. much more reliable than awkward fumbling.a few of these mice test the ground about another’s feet, find nothing of interest — [ shapeless, colourless, throbbing with a pulse ] — okay. something of interest.
“ hold still unless it hurts. ”
whatever it is, it’s got claws. blunt, short. curled into the leg of prompto’s trousers as though there to stay.could try burning those stubby little fingers to try && warn it off, but it might consider itself provoked && attack… maybe it’s harmless ? ugh ( having to deal with this crap - ), this trip is going to be long && slow. grumbling about a lack of knowledge concerning fauna ( especially cave fauna, what - ), deidara sets to gently prying the creature off his companion’s leg. that is to say, a bunch of clay is awkwardly molded into something more substantial than bugs && tries to be chosen over prompto’s ( admittedly delectable ) calf.
hopefully nothing noxious is going to bite either of them.
“ offhand, i’d say this mission is past the negotiation stage. ” (for Deidara)
DEIDARA. ll @ofsilverguns
attention doesn’t waver, though amusement slicks through layers of [ aggression, focussed intent ]. prompto half stands, half crouches a mere two feet behind oneself - not nearly as far away from the coming fight as deidara would like. nothing to be done about that now. ( let’s see how well he holds up, eh? )
“ your little girl is right. ” okay, what - “ you’ve not upheld your part of our bargain. ”
right, well ; 1) prompto is literally taller so what does that make deidara && 2) wow rude ( what even - ).the business related side of that message isn’t even worth thought.
“ uhhhhh... ”
drawled, notes stretch on over the tension in the air ; set more than one set of shoulders on edge. blues sketch across cave’s ceiling - in deep thought, of course.
“ hmmmm... ”
“ goddammit, let’s just take ‘em - fuck this ! ”
“ yeah. ” warm lips curl, a crooked smirk. “ you definitely should. look just like the type of roadkill to make stupid calls like this, hm. ”teeth come bared in naked threat as the group of idiots opposite them shifts, restless in their affront. not gonna guard prompto with his body. that’d just make them hone in on the guy. they may be low level gangsters, but underestimation is the number three cause of death. number two is the suicidal inclination upheld by this type of moron : namely, the tradition to try && fuck over people you’ve hired like you’re not woefully outclassed.( not like they’d waste on money on skill they can generate on their own - unless the mission is bound to cost lives. you’d think they should know better. )
“ ‘ey, prompto. feel free to give ‘em hell, yeah. these guys ain’t shit, you can take ‘em. ”
deidara would want to, for sure. maybe his - snort - little girl ( no, really. why? ) feels differently, but hey. just lettin’ ‘im know the option’s open.titters lace varied insults ( yet monotonous all the same ). it makes no difference. one’s mind is calm && intent on openings // the unguarded weaknesses in enemy armour. these guys really ain’t worth shit. their base opinions don’t matter.
“ well, ”
a flair of heavy fabric lets red clouds dance across pitch black. teeth && lips to ready clay, ahh - he’s kinda missed this for the whole three hours since the last time. boy oh boy, this is gonna be a short ‘fight’. flippant, cocky - a shout of something obscene answers deidara’s attitude ( ka-ching ) && it’s all but a pur when he speaks next,
“ let’s dance, yeah. ”
“ be careful ” (for deidara)
TWO WORDS. ll @ofsilverguns ll accepting !
DEIDARA. “ ------ not the way i play my game, baby. ”
hungry mouths && heart astarving. goldenblonde drapes along prompto’s opposite shoulder, blends with paler hues in the shadow cast by their private nook. high above street’s level, a duo stares out into the night - though one of those does so with decidedly more ill intent than his companion.POSSESSION a rarely indulged craving, laces every stroke of nimble digits // the almost too-tight curl of arms about another’s form. as pads dip ‘neath waistband’s edge, blues spy their target’s drunken stumble ( inelegantly shoving their way out of a bar across the street ).
“ think you’ll - ” ---- wait for me to come back ? ABSURD. “ - still want my ass to pick up yours when ‘m bleedin’ ? this shouldn’t take too long. ”
&& there’s an unfamiliar CERTAINTY - that, once business has been dealt with, he’d love to laze around with this guy ; just wilin’ away the darker hours. this attic is cosy enough ( cosy. there’s a word he’s not expected to use ), private. big-ass window doesn’t hurt. the moon has always been a comforting presence.though comfort is not on the menu just yet.
greed drags kisses from shoulder to jaw’s corner, open-mouthed && insistent. it’s time to move.
“ -- hrm. see ya, ”
&& just like that, one’s presence melds into the shadows - ( not before tugging prompto just that bit back ; making sure he won’t have to try to find comfort in a splatter of pretty boy on the cobblestones, hm ? )
❛ you’re going to be bad for business, i can tell. ❜ (for Deidara)
MOULIN ROUGE. ll @ofsilverguns ll accepting !
“ is that a real problem ? ”
whisperwarm in a drag of kiss ; mouth a tingle of bruised && good, a soft song of sensation to nestle ‘neath another’s ear.
“ i suppose i can see that. ”
PROPRIETARY ; the set of hands on prompto’s hips, their solid weight [ warmfirm, demanding ]. brush of nose’ bridge ‘long jaw’s fine curve // blonde lashes a flicker of caress to freckled cheek.
“ addictions are hell on p r o d u c t i v i t y . ”
