#gunmyth

[regaeliabyeeeee]

@gunmyth​  said  :  “   please, say something.   “

      ten years to think.   to reflect on things he’s done, what he will do, those he’s loved and those he’s lost ; and before long they will all be one and the same.    [  I’VE MADE MY PEACE. BUT SEEING YOU ALL HERE. IT’S MORE THAN I CAN TAKE.  ]   words he himself had spoken, yet how true do they still remain?   to see them again had been nothing short of his heart’s deepest desire.   a final reunion, a fitting end to their journey.   and yet a new spike of grief accompanies it.   ‘    i wish things could be different.    ‘   a splitting confession ; intrinsically linked to the shards of his breaking heart.

      '   i wish we could have had a chance.   ‘    it’s everything someone ten years ago lacked the courage to say.   someone ten years ago who snuffed out the callings of his heart lest they ruin him completely.   a long-held memory surfaces, a bastion of warmth against his lips as the coldness of the crystal envelopes him, grounding into him the notion that one day he will return to this - no matter how short-lived.   noctis takes his hand [  CALLOUS AND ROUGH, IT BEARS THE MARKS OF THE MAN PROMPTO HAS BECOME  ] and covers its expanse with his own, misery’s blight cradled upon his lips.   ‘   if i could stop this,  i would.   ‘

[regesc]

“Nope, no way,” Whatever it is, he’s adamant, waving Prompto away. “You’re not driving the car again.” // @gunmyth​

[taciturnrebel]

gunmyth replied to your post:                           do u wanna pew pew sum...

�� nah, i’m good w/ u dude

             “.....”       walks away.

[fulgensun]

@gunmyth​  ♥’d  the  s.c. 

❛ When did you learn this is what you love ? ❜ He’s been into photography for a long while, Tidus can easily tell despite his own ignorance on the subject. Maybe it’s the way the blonde holds the device, or how he’d comment on the most appropriate light on their way there. Now, treated to a delicious fulfilling meal, he can feel the tongue unwind -- how typical, and the sense of curiosity arising from within. He’s seen Prompto in action; that was a fascinating world, one that doesn’t differ too much by his adored recording-sphere. Still, nothing has prepared him to other’s preparedness. His keen and trained eye -- !  So, he... feels he just has to ask, now.   ❛ You think I’d make a good model -- ? ❜

[spelldagger]

          𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚖𝚙𝚊𝚐𝚗𝚎-𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚎𝚍 𝚕𝚊𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚎𝚛  rings through the halls as they stumble, more often bumping into each other than walking forward. there’s something soft in the way he finds his hand on prompto’s back, guiding him forward. ignis does not often find himself in such a state, but the gala had been boring, and prompto had done nothing but encourage him, all 𝙨𝙤𝙛𝙩 𝙨𝙢𝙞𝙡𝙚𝙨 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙗𝙧𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙚𝙮𝙚𝙨. when did his heart begin to stir every time the blond smiles at him ? he admits to himself that this is not what he expected, the softness in his heart whenever he lays eyes on his husband. but here he was - falling quickly, with little of his usual grace to be seen.

          𝚋𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚘𝚏 𝚐𝚘𝚍𝚜 𝚊𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚎,  they make it to their rooms without issue. but when prompto falls onto the bed, ignis leans over him, the champagne still goading him into smiling down at him, with his hands set on the mattress above the smaller man’s shoulders. why don’t you stay here, prompto says, and ignis didn’t even think of the possibility. his back has grown used to the discomfort of sleeping on a couch ; and the mattress is ever so inviting, the blond atop it even more so - he finds himself glancing at pink lips, then quickly back up to blue eyes, lest he be caught.    ‘   . . if you’re certain.  ‘ 

 source                                       . . .    @gunmyth​ !!

[spelldagger]

                  . . .         @gunmyth​           !!

           𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇 𝐖𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐒 𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌𝐒𝐄𝐋𝐕𝐄𝐒 𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐓𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐃 back together with ease by the work of 𝓹𝓸𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷𝓼, phantom pain still finds itself at the forefront of ignis’ skull. it is blinding, for lack of better wording, an all-encompassing pain that makes his head throb. the shaking of the train around them only makes it worse, the rattling metal filling his ears to further disorient him. he reaches out with a barely hidden urgency, long fingers wrapping plainly around a thin wrist.    ‘   prompto,   ‘   he calls, the most miniscule of tremors riding along the timbre of his voice.

[regaeliabyeeeee]

@gunmyth​  said  :  “ we can’t be friends. “

      prompto’s words are as piercing as one of his shells.   it takes the wind out of his lungs, leaves his heart sinking in its absence.   is this how atlus felt holding up the world?    ‘   what? what are you talking about? did someone say something to you?   ‘   he’s been given a lifetime of retainers, all born into a royal duty with no choice but to be amicable.   but prompto.   prompto is finally something he got to choose.   something they both chose, that wasn’t influenced by honor or duty.   something his.   and he’s reaching out, stopping just short of contact and stricken with hesitation.   ‘   did i do something? please, talk to me.   ‘

[solsend]

  ݁⠀ ☼ ⠀⠀ ˚    @gunmyth​​  says    :     “    we  all  have  our  crosses  to  bear.    ”     from  bioshock  infinite  sentence  starters .

they’d  look  like  the  sun’d  wept  a  waterfall,    yellow  haired    &&    bright  voiced  refracting  by  the  water’s  swaying  surface  until  it’d   shattered   around  his  fingertips  turning  mindless  spirals,      wood  pressed  to  his  chest,      weeping  heart  beat  choked  towards  the  earth        /       Q .           𝚠𝚑𝚢    𝚏𝚎𝚊𝚛    𝚏𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚔𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚜    ?    it’s  an  uphill  battle  to  finally  pull  the  breath  it’d  cost  to  turn  himself  over  and  face  the  sky  instead,        A .        because  you  were  shown  reality  when  it’s   𝐬𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝   by  the  kaleidoscopic  sea,      and   𝘪𝘵’𝘴   𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴   𝘴𝘰𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳   𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵   𝘸𝘢𝘺.       “      when’s   it   stop,      though    ?    ”

            an  arm  extends  straight  from  his  chest     &&     he’s  wiggled  his  fingers  miles  from  that  sun,     beating  thin  shadows  across  his  lashes,       quivering  little  layers  of  light  swayed  in  tandem  to  his  restless  eyes,       “      or  doesn’t  anyone  think  𝙞𝙩  𝙣𝙚𝙚𝙙𝙨  𝙩𝙤     ?       can’t  say  you’re  satisfied  making  that  your  be  all  end  all.     just         .            .            .       lugging  all  that  baggage  everywhere .        ”