Scream!
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SCREAM: My character has caused yours to scream out for some reason.
@daemonslae: With Comrades being a thing, I was hit with inspiration for this! I hope this okay! It was really fun and kinda fluff/cute?! I hope?! Thank you SO much for sending!! <3
"IRIS!" Prompto screams, "DUCK!" Rolling forward, he aims his pistol directly above her head, shooting at the creature which had leapt from the building behind her. The girl does as she told, her small form crouching over, her hands covering her head. Gods, Gladio would kill him if Prompto got Iris hurt in anyway. Sprinting back towards her, he takes her hand. "We gotta go!" he calls out, shooting at a few of the goblins rising up from the earth. The roads are all like this now, unsafe, and home to creatures of night which own this world."Okay," she says, squeezing his hand tight as they dash down the street. Lestallum is so close. Prompto can see the huge barricades they've erected since the darkness took over, the tower of cars stacked upon one another, the large layers of scaffolding..."Don't worry, we're gonna make it," he says, picking up his speed. Iris looks at him with such faith, Prompto really believes his own words, even as the daemons start sprouting up from the ground in larger numbers. He bangs on the side entrance to Lestallum, his fist pounding against the metal. He doesn't notice or care about the bruising which is starting to form on the side of his hand. "Open up! It's Prompto Argentum, of the Crownsguard!" he yells. His voice is hoarse; all he does lately is scream it seems. Whether he's awake or sleeping, there's always some reason to cry out. "I've got Iris Amicitia with me!" "Let us in! Daemons are surrounding the place!" she cries out, just as the lever clicks opening. "Quickly," A man says, a few Glaive warping by them as head to face the daemons. There's a part of Prompto which feels he should help, yet his gun feels heavy in his hands, and he won't feel satisfied until he sees Iris inside, the task completely finished. She's the one to pull him in, the moment of hesitance enough for her to tug his hand forward, yanking him down the alleyway. "We did it!" she cheers, jumping up and down, her fists thrust into the air in a victory pose. "Thanks Prompto," she smiles.Relief is all he can feel, however, and his hands come to his thighs, his body collapsing to the ground. "I can't believe we made it," he whispers, panting a bit. It had been a long trek from Cape Caem, Prompto escorting Iris back to Lestallum after picking up supplies from a boat coming in from Altissa. Normally it would've been routine, had their car not broken down a mile out from Lestallum, and the closer they drew to people, the more concentrated the daemons were. Prompto was a good fighter, and he'd gotten even better in the last year or so (it had become a necessity), but Gladio was meant to be her escort until he’d passed the job off to Prompto saying ‘something had come up’ without elaborating any more.Honestly, he feels lucky they made it back to Lestallum alive. "I knew we'd make it!" Iris smiles, holding her hand out to Prompto. "I had complete, 100% faith in you. And I take it Gladdy did too, if he trusted to pass the job off to you." Interesting. Funny how Gladio trusts him to do something. Prompto can barely trust himself to get out of bed everyday, let alone protect Gladio’s only sister.
He takes her small hand in his and pulls himself up, her small body swaying with the motion of his weight. It sometimes is so strange to him, how Iris and Gladio are siblings. They seem like such polar opposites, and yet their compassion, and desire to help others is exactly the same; Prompto can see it in her eyes.
"Well if we hadn't, your brother would've resurrected me if only to murder me again for not keeping you safe," he admits, a laugh coating his words. "Gladdy wouldn't be that bad, I don't think," Iris laughs. "But don't worry," she winks. "I'll tell him what a great job you did." "That would be awesome!" he snickers. "Maybe just leave out the whole car fiasco. What he doesn't know won't hurt 'im," Prompto winks back. "You got it," she giggles, the two high-fiving to seal the deal. It's true, what Gladio doesn't know won't hurt him, and for now, they're safe.
