#prompto 01

[niceatlass]

@stxrshell​

Okay so first he got dumped in this weird ass city that already had an apartment set up for him, his stun baton is who knows where, and he has no idea what’s going on. So weirdly enough, this was not the strangest thing that had ever happened to Rhys, but it was definitely in the top ten.

So he guessed he would... he didn’t know what exactly. Try and fit in? Act natural? Whatever. Until he could figure out how he ended up in here that is. Maybe the vault... Hmm...

Okay so best thing to do is try and make allies right? Mr. Rhys ‘Cool As Ice’ Strongfork could get to know people! He could make more than the one friend he had! See look over there! A guy waiting for his coffee. You have a cool vest, he has a cool vest, you were vest bros!

Rhys leaned absolutely not nonchalantly on the counter, maybe missing it the first time with his elbow and trying not to fall over as he ordered his usual. A coffee with ten sugars.

“Hey so uh how... how weird is this city right? It’s.... It’s sure something...”

Wow Rhys. Wow. You are the epitome of cool.

[shieldoflucis-blog]

@starshelles

If only there was a way for this strange place to be an emotional buffer between them and their old home, and not just a physical one. The pain felt in Insomnia couldn’t just be left behind: it followed them around still, biting at their heels even during moments of rest and peace. Gladio constantly feels the sting of losing a father in his chest, losing friends, so he knows that the others feel it as well. There’s proper time to mourn now, though. The threat of the world being swallowed by darkness hasn’t followed them, thank the Six, so now at least they can process, and rest. And Gladio would be damned if wasn’t going to help the others. 

“Hey kid,” Gladio starts out, low and gentle, sitting on the edge of the bed, “How are you holding up?” There’s concern on his face and in his voice as he settles, pulling his legs up and underneath him. “Really.”

[verlucii-blog]

@recello

Surely he couldn’t be here on his own, right? In the back of his mind, Noctis wanted to believe this city- one that seemed much too cheerful compared to what he’d faced back in Eos- was a weird dream or trick probably Ardyn but the more he wandered, the harsher the reality of the situation seemed to sink in.

He really was stuck here, wasn’t he?

Withdrawing his phone from his pocket, Noctis scrolled through his contacts and hesitated over Prompto’s name. Usually, he would have called Ignis first- he’d know what to do- but his gut instinct told him Prompto was the right person to talk to this time. 

It took a few seconds for Prompto to finally answer but Noctis barely gave him chance to speak. “Prompto? Something weird’s going on and I don’t know where I am or how I got here.”