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[set 6 years after Eos’ fall into Darkness]
“Here, take these,” Prompto is handed a pouch of six elixir vials which he tries to hand back to Iris with a shake of his head. It earns him a punch on the shoulder. “Take them, I know White Magic and you don’t.”
The way he glares shows more concern than anger from the punch but he eventually jams the pouch into his own satchel. “Iris… Are you sure you’re ready for a hunt like this?“ He is met with another punch and the roll of her eyes. Her exasperation is clear in her scowl yet she doesn’t blame Prompto for worrying over her. She’s terrified, too, for her own safety and Prompto’s but there’s no backing down now– the hunters and Crownsguards each have a job to do and her’s and Prompto’s is to clear out the tunnels of monsters to provide the refugees a safe path to the next outpost. It’s their first big-scale mission together.
The woman suddenly puts on a teasing grin, “Look, if you wanna admit you’re too scared to deal with a Dæmonwall, just say so.” Prompto flinches in preparation for a third punch when her hand goes straight toward him again, but instead only places a firm grip on his shoulder. “I’d give you a Moogle for good luck but I left them back at Cape Caem. But maybe this will suffice–”
Even with the blond pulled down by the shoulders, Iris still has to stand on her toes just so her lips can reach his. And although she keeps the kiss brief and chaste, when they separate Prompto sees in her eyes all the emotions she’s trying to suppress: fear, uneasiness, determination, and affection.
“Let’s go kick some dæmon asses.”