❝ …. ❞ Response is 𝙚𝙢𝙞𝙩𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙖𝙣 𝙚𝙭𝙝𝙖𝙡𝙚. Mayhap once or twice had he overheard from his friends that he worried too much , that his anxiety got the better of him. But what was it to Ardyn ? What did 𝐇𝐄 know ? 𝙵𝙾𝚁 𝙰𝙻𝙻 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝚁𝙰𝙶𝙴 𝙸𝙽 𝙷𝙸𝚂 𝚃𝙷𝙾𝚄𝙶𝙷𝚃𝚂 , his expression slightly weakens. Ardyn was … 𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒆𝒍𝒚 𝒕𝒐𝒐 ? Would it be ; that the two were more alike than Prompto heretofore believed ? 𝗛𝗺.
𝙿𝙾𝚆𝙴𝚁𝙻𝙴𝚂𝚂 𝚃𝙾 𝙿𝚁𝙾𝙳𝚄𝙲𝙴 𝙰 𝚆𝙾𝚁𝙳𝙴𝙳 𝚁𝙴𝙿𝙻𝚈 , he simply holds in his tracks. 𝗗𝗲𝗲𝗽 𝗯𝗿𝗲𝗮𝘁𝗵. Maybe he could … 𝙬𝙖𝙡𝙠 alongside him. Sonances of the woodland eerie , unwelcoming. Further adding to that edge he was already close to peaking on. Being left alone , 𝗮𝗯𝗮𝗻𝗱𝗼𝗻𝗲𝗱 … in the dark , yeah … That also wasn’t a befitting option.
Ah , 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆 𝒍𝒖𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒅 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒂 𝒇𝒂𝒍𝒔𝒆 𝒔𝒆𝒏𝒔𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒔𝒆𝒄𝒖𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒚. Prompto was far too sensitive for his own good. ❝ Yeah , sure. 𝗙𝗶𝗻𝗲. ❞ Rejoinder bitter , cynical. And , it was essentially like a stammered apology for being quick to snap upon being ambushed. But he hadn’t disregarded the remarks Ardyn had made , how he had this certain … 𝙻𝙾𝙾𝙺 on his face. A smirk ? An 𝙪𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙧𝙩𝙤𝙣𝙚 … Something underlying that he couldn’t place. Or was that just the wrinkles?
In the face of all-encompassing darkness, few fortresses stood tall and watching the walls of the blond crack was a delight he enjoyed more than even his pleased expression let on. ( Like a disease, words crept through the cracks ) Or let Prompto believe it was just the dark of the night casting everything into an eerier light than already was.
For the time being, the road was long, the night was longer, and they had a lot of time to kill. Strolling side by side, he accepted the less-than-warm acceptance of his unwanted company with a gleam in his eyes.
“Lets see... “ Ardyn started in a playful tone, pretending to think harder than he really did. “Oh, I know. How’d you get into photography? You’re really into it to carry that apparatus on you at all times.” Ambers lay on the camera, seeming as close to Prompto as his own heart. Innocuous small-talk on the surface layer of their conversation to keep it going, for now a departure from the heavier talk of patricide and loneliness- but never too far from it. This was a topic of precious memories after all, which the devil loved to toy with.
