9 and 13 with 45 :D
Nice choices! I had a lot of fun with this one. Daemon Hunter Iris is a treat, and I just had to incorporate that into this.
Iris + Prompto = “Do you trust me?”
Word count: 938
It wasn’t often that Prompto was out this way, what with theCleigne region being one of the most dangerous places in Lucis, but it was evenless often that he got to fight alongside the sworn shield’s little sister. Hehad been excited to work alongside her again, especially after hearing she hadspent the last couple of years rigorously training with Cor and Aranea. Notthat he hadn’t seen her at all in that few years’ time, but when their pathsdid cross – which was a rarity in of itself – it was never for very long.
The ride out to Ravatogh was quiet, though. They had madesome small talk, sure, but what else was there to say beyond that? If he werebeing honest, Prompto was happy for the comfortable silence, and from the wayIris casually slung her arms over the edge of the cable car, and slipped hereyes shut, Iris was, too.
They hadn’t really talked strategy, Prompto realized as theyascended the slope into the cavern. Then again, their intelligence about the areawas far outdated these days. Who knew how much had changed in the course ofseveral years? Regardless, it was a dangerous mission, but it had to be done.
As daemons rose from beneath their feet, Iris scoffed. Theyhad been at this for hours – hours that were too many for one small section ofthe volcano, and she was growing impatient. With a frustrated scream, shesliced through a wave of Custards and Black Flans, barely satisfied with thecolored miasma dripping from the tip of her blade.
Her eyes had grown darker as the night took over, Promptonoted, and although she still held a soft spot for helping others in need,loss, fear, and the instinct to survive had steered her away from the warmdemeanor she used to always carry about her. It was sad, Prompto thought, tosee such a bright girl who was so cheerful become somewhat cold. If he had tocompare her to anyone, he would say she had taken on a lot of Cor’spersonality. It was because of that, though, that Prompto knew how to handleher shift in character.
“They just keep coming,” she uttered under her breath, andher katana came down with a vengeance through a pair of Grenades.
“What do you wanna do?” Prompto stood several feet back,placing a well-timed bullet between the eyes of a Red Giant. “This welcomingcommittee is a little overbearing.” He chuckled at his own joke, but Irisrolled her eyes, rounding on more Grenades.
“We can’t just leave,” she reasoned. “We have to get to thetomb.”
No sooner had the words left her mouth did a stampede ofDolces and Crème Brulees rush towards them, and Prompto had half a mind to snaga photo of how cool they looked trickling down and over the crags before heremembered that they were supposed to be fighting for their lives. He pulled aface. If he survived this, he would never question Noctis’s distaste for mushydesserts ever again. As they marched forth, their path to the top of the havenbecame blocked. Iris growled.
“Ugh, shit.” She rushed towards them, katana draggingagainst the rocks as she did. “Come on, Prompto!”
Prompto blinked, but followed. The last thing he needed wasto explain to the big guy why his sister didn’t make it back. ‘Oh yeah, I justlet her rush off into a parade of lava-colored Jell-O with teeth.’ Yeah, thatwould go over well.
“You sure about this?” He called after her, shooting what hecould without any real aim. Prompto couldn’t see the expression on her face,but if was anything like the rest of her demeanor, it was cool, collected, andif he had to venture a guess, cocky.
“Do you trust me?” she asked, and Prompto smirked.
“Sure, why the hell not?”
“Then, jump!” Iris yelled as she skid to a stop at the baseof the cliff and swung her blade out, effectively knocking back several slimydaemons. Skeptical, and out of options, Prompto did what she instructed, andlanded on her blade. With a loud battle cry, she hoisted him up and tossed himonto the cliff, and more importantly safety – for now. His gloves woulddefinitely need to be treated after this mission.
Prompto turned and leaned over the edge, reaching his handout for her.
“Iris, c’mon!”
With a final swoop of her katana, she leapt, grasping hishand tightly and allowing him to pull her up. They sat in silence for a briefmoment, chests heaving, then peered over the side, watching at the mushydaemons clamored over one another without gaining any ground, then looked atone another. Dirt, amongst other things, covered their cheeks. Prompto wasn’tsure what broke the tension – if it was they reminiscing of their shortadventures together years ago, or something else – but they laughed. Happysounds filled the stagnant air, and Prompto felt some of the metaphoricalweight on his shoulders lift.
“Hey,” she said as they petered out, and she stood offering himher hand, “thanks for coming out with me, Prompto.” The blonde’s lashesfluttered against his caked cheeks, and he grinned as he took her hand in hisown and allowed her to pull him up. She really had grown into her own woman,with her own weight to carry, and her own purpose. Prompto was proud of her.
“No sweat,” he replied casually. “It’s an honor to fightalongside one of the strongest daemon slayers.”
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