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faultedcodes·15 days agoText

darknessbled​:

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terra can’t help but  laugh  ,  grinning brightly.  for a moment  ,  it’s nice to forget the other things he has to worry about  ,  to let go of it for a moment.  right now  ,  he’s okay  ,  prompto’s okay  ,  that’s one less thing terra has to worry about right now.  even if aqua  &  ven are still out there somewhere  ,  at least he hopes.  he  has  to hope  ,  if he loses that  ,  terra knows he doesn’t have much else. 

‘ i don’t know if they’d be considered cool, but i’ve picked up a decent amount of scars. ’ 

he tilts his head  ,  grinning as his hands now settle on the side of prompto’s face  ,  content with this for now.  it’s a weight off his shoulders  ,  a bigger one than he’d realized it to be  ,  &  he laughs softly when prompto leans up to kiss him  ,  voice soft the next time he speaks. 

‘ i missed you. ’

       prompto can’t imagine what must be running through terra’s mind, if he’s worried about his family or if he knows they’re okay. he’s almost afraid to ask, doesn’t want to bring it up or overstep. but he figures there’s no way to overstep, not when they’ve just lost almost everything. his arms wrap tightly around terra’s neck, burying his face against his chest as he allows himself to calm down. his friends were huddled somewhere, gladio taking the lead for now. he’d catch up later when he was done with terra, when he’d finished basking in the fact that he was okay.

          a soft smile graces his lips, leaning in once more to steal another kiss before terra can speak again. ❛ i missed you, too. i-i was so worried … i tried calling but i couldn’t get through. i thought maybe something bad happened to you, or that you were mad at me – ❜ he cuts himself off before he begins to ramble, shaking his head and pulling his boyfriend closer. prompto hugs him tightly, like it’s the last time that he’ll ever see him. but part of him worries that it might be. ❛ – ven and aqua … they’re okay ?

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faultedcodes·15 days agoText

multinaes​:

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‘ just…life, i guess.  or maybe i’m just not too comforted by destiny. ’

       ❛ interesting way to look at it, ❜ prompto chuckles softly to himself, one hand coming up to scratch along the back of his neck. ❛ … i guess it’s kind of comforting. knowing you’re never really alone. that you’re meant for something. – but what if that something isn’t good ?

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faultedcodes·15 days agoText

stcries​:

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smirk grew against features upon hearing the other’s excitement, emerald gaze shifting down towards the blonde . oh, how the smugness simply radiated off his face ( having someone look at him like that god, it felt so nice . could you blame him for being a little giddy ?? )  ——  “ think it’s some kind of toy, hm ??  well, i suppose you can hold it for a moment or two . ”

shoulders roll the weapon downwards before gently lifting the large metal blade into the other’s hold, making sure he was holding it properly before retracting limbs  ——-  “ where i come from, only those who are worthy can wield these things . it look a long time before i got there . ”  but man, he couldn’t be any more grateful .

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       prompto naturally had always been drawn to interesting weapons, though it wasn’t like his friends were willing to let him hold them. both hands come up to grab the metal blade when axel offers it to him, allowing the redhead to place it into his grasp and adjust his grip. naturally, his first thought is something of it’s heavy, but he’s more focused on the blade itself. eyes widen with excitement, wide smile glued to his lips as he looks back at him. ❛ oh man, this is so cool !

        he’s nearly positive that he’s got the hang of it, except for when he fumbles a little and almost drops it. his smile turned sheepish as his cheeks rise with color, apologetic eyes glancing toward axel. ❛ –maybe you should hold it, i’m a good shot but i’ve got lousy upper body strength … and this thing’s kinda heavy. how’d you learn to wield it, though ? and there are other people who can wield ‘em ? – can your friends wield them ? that’d be so sick, i gotta see that !

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faultedcodes·15 days agoText

i am absolutely going to try to be here more often it’s just very hard with work and school and my new boyfriend :”( i’m thinking that i’ll try to be here the same days that i have class because i’ll be on my laptop anyway so for now it’s looking like i’ll be around wednesday-friday and hopefully i can pop in on mondays or just whenever i get time aaaa i miss u all :( i’m open 2 discord stuff and wire stuff too tho so pls lmk if u guys would wanna do anythinggg <3

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faultedcodes·15 days agoText

crystalchose​:

there wasn’t a handy guide to grief  ,  what to do when the people you love die.  if there was  ,  noctis would have read it cover to cover again  &  again  ,  worn the pages down  &  the spine thin.  he would dog-ear the pages  ,  mark the passages that eased the pain  ,  tattoo the words on his heart.  noctis would commit every word to memory if such a book existed  ,  but there was no convenient way to deal with grief.  pain demanded to be felt  ,  whether it was convenient or not  ,  whether it was easy to feel or carry.  ten years alone had made it easy to come to terms with his fate  ,  noctis thought he would be able to go without any regrets.  but that had only been in his mind  ,  only how he thought it would go.

he hadn’t anticipated the  weight  of seeing everyone again  ,  how difficult leaving his friends  ,  his family  ,  his  husband  would be.  in his time away  ,  noctis had forgotten just how deeply they were connected  ,  how deep their bonds run.  he knows ignis  &  gladio will be alright  ,  they’re strong  ,  they’ll be just fine.  he knows prompto is strong too  ,  he always has been  ,  but noctis isn’t  oblivious  to the fact that he’s in mourning already.  noctis doesn’t blame him.  more often than not  ,  noctis has wondered if he were only born for the gods to use as their puppet  ,  their  pawn  .

he’d never been able to choose much in his life  ,  truly.  he was a  prince  ,  destined to take the throne of lucis one day  ,  he would marry  &  have children  &  lead his people.  at least  ,  noctis thought  ,  he may have the illusion to choose his partner.  &  then his marriage to lunafreya was announced  ,  &  no choices were left for him to make.  but he chose.  he chose  &  he chose prompto.  &  prompto chose him  ,  but there was never enough time for them  ,  never enough time for anything.  &  now  ,  they had even less time.  there was no good way of saying goodbye  ,  so the king didn’t even try.  he didn’t want to think about that now. 

‘ if i had a choice, you wouldn’t have to. ’ 

it’s the most selfish noctis can afford to be  ,  admitting his deepest desire  ,  his heart’s wish.  he wished he didn’t have to die  ,  leave prompto to his grief  ,  leave his friends behind.  but destiny rarely afforded its victims a choice.  if he could change his fate  ,  he would in a heartbeat.  if he could change anything  ,  perhaps he would realize it sooner  ,  he’d be able to say it sooner  ,  they could have more time.  but noctis thinks that even if they had all the time in the world  &  it would still never be enough.  eternity might be  ,  but they would never get that much time.

noctis pulls his husband against him tightly  ,  moreso for his  own  sake than  for prompto’s  ,  but he hopes it helps them both  ,  if only for the moment.  ever since he was a boy  ,  he was marked  ,  meant to be a sacrifice for the gods.  would if he could find another way  ,  but a sacrifice was demanded.  he would have to make himself content with the short time they  did  have  ,  &  he would wait.  if there was a heaven  ,  or hell  ,  or any kind of afterlife  ,  noctis would wait as long as it took.  days  ,  weeks  ,  months  ,  &  what noctis hoped would be  years  ,  he would wait with the hopes prompto would find him again some day.

for now  ,  though  ,  they were both here  ,  living  ,  breathing  ,  here.  come whatever made the morning  ,  things would change.  noctis found himself as that same 20 year old  ,  not wanting things to change  ,  not wanting to face the next day.  but he couldn’t be like that anymore.  he hated the way he felt now  ,  so raw  &  vulnerable  ,  &  he knows there are people who’ve long waited for his return  ,  to bring about the dawn  &  restore lucis to light.  they  need  him to do this  ,  &  so he must.  &  as much as he didn’t want to be the lamb slain  ,  he couldn’t bear the thought of another life lost for his sake. 

‘ look at me, prom.  just….just for a minute. ’

       there’s too much sadness, prompto thinks to himself, too much that the both of them have suffered through. he wonders if there was a reason for any of this – if there was another universe parallel to their own where the two of them got things right. if this was the price they paid for happiness in another, one adjacent. the thought brings him enough peace to where he’ll settle for the shitty ending, but his heart still aches desperately to know why. he’s had enough grief to last him a lifetime, enough pity, and enough sadness. 

         when the sun were to come up, it would be without noctis; and no other warmth would come close to that of his lover’s body pressed against his own. and while there’s too much sadness, there’s far less time. prompto doesn’t want to spend their last moments grieving a man who hasn’t even died yet, but it’s hard not to when he knows what will come in a day’s notice. 

        noctis is both here and gone at the same time and that’s what makes all of this harder. he wonders silently if it would’ve been easier to let him go had he never seen him again. had he not seen the man he’d grown into and gotten to feel his touch once more. it’s selfish, he knows, but his whole world feels like it’s crumbling around him and prompto clings to noctis a bit tighter. he’s desperate, willing to do anything to keep him grounded to their world, to keep his piece of heaven. 

           there are no words in the multitudes of languages that could soothe his breaking heart, but the words that slip from his lover’s lips are enough to bring him peace for now. he will settle with the fact that noctis would chose him, if they’d been granted this choice– it would be him, it would be them. that’s enough to soothe any lingering wounds for now, to calm his troubled mind and put himself at ease. it’s not much, but for now it would have to be enough. the gunman refuses to spend his last moments with noctis in a state of disbelief, mourning a person who has already made peace with his duty. instead, he swallows thickly, the lump in his throat burns as it goes down and prompto pulls himself together enough to stand on his own. 

          at least until he’s engulfed in his husband’s arms, pulled flush against his chest and ready to break down once more. his fingers curl into the fabric of his shirt, tight enough to rip holes through the material. he clings to him, like it’s the last time he’ll ever be held – because maybe it is. there are a lot of things that will be their last and it makes his heart ache in his chest. it sinks to his stomach, his mind races and his eyes squeeze shut as tight as they can. the closer the night draws to morning, the less and less sure he is that he can let noctis go. 

          be it the sound of noctis’ voice or the lingering fear that any moment could be his lover’s last, prompto brings himself back to this and out of his own head. the blonde peers up at the king, eyes wide and uncertain. he reverts back into the boy he was a decade ago, scared and confused, wanting nothing more than to stand by his best friend. his body trembles in the moonlit room, bottom lip quivering as tear-brimmed eyes glance up at his husband. ❛ i love you, noct … i don’t want anything to change. ❜

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faultedcodes·20 days agoText

multinaes​:

ignis is mostly silent until he’s pulled into prompto’s lap  ,  sighing as a bit of tension bleeds out of him  ,  resting his head on his boyfriend’s shoulder now.  his eyes close  ,  arms immediately wrapping around prompto in return as he tries to think of a  decent  place to start.  everything was a  mess  ,  blurred by stress  ,  blurred by the visions that still haunted him  &  the fear that he might not live to see if his sacrifice would work.  would it still work ??  if he was still alive  ,  would the price for noctis’ life be unpaid ??  ignis forces himself not to think that way  ,  he should start from….relatively the beginning. 

‘ pryna….she was at the altar.  she…showed me a vision, of..noctis on the throne, and the kings of old.  she showed me him dying. ’ 

he hates the way his voice cracks  ,  hates the way he trembles  ,  the way the next breath he draws is  shuddering  ,  quiet  &  broken.  everything he did  ,  everything he carries  ,  all of it was to save noctis from that fate  ,  from an awful  &  tragic death.  his teeth sink into his lower lip  harshly  as he shuts his eyes for a moment  ,  trying to think. 

‘ in gralea…with ardyn, the crystal, it…showed me his past.  where he came from.  what he is.  and noctis, gone, for ten years, fading from existence entirely to bring dawn back.  it was….cruel.  i couldn’t let him die like that.  so i…. ’ 

he pauses again  ,  looking prompto in the eye this time.  his voice is quiet  ,  hands trembling slightly. 

‘ ….i put on the ring.  that kind of power, prompto, it’s…..horrifying.  exhilarating.  and it nearly killed me to have that power for a few minutes, to beat ardyn once, and i don’t think i’ll ever forget what that was like.  the gods demanded a blood price, and….i paid it.  i would’ve died had you all not shown up when you had.  but….i don’t know if that will be enough to save him. ’

       prompto had been waiting for ignis to feel comfortable enough to talk about this – and it had been an awfully long wait. he wonders if ignis had finally opened up to himself, or if he’d been thinking about everything since the events took place. prompto silently prays that it’s not the case, that his boyfriend hasn’t suffered in silence this whole time. it’s a sad thought, and he tries not to linger on it for too long. the thought of ignis being eaten alive by his own memories, by his own thoughts, how unkind his brain could be to him. he wonders if the long strolls at night were an attempt to rid his brain free of the memories, or if they were to help get the pieces in place. 

         above all else, he listens. when ignis speaks, he tries his hardest to sit and listen and take everything in. it’s a hard task for prompto, who just wants to make everything right, who bites his tongue as his boyfriend continues because he wants to be reactive. he wants to hold ignis, tell him that it’s okay, ask questions about other things that he might have seen – ask how long he’s been holding all of this inside for. instead, he reaches hesitantly for ignis’ hand when he feels like it’s appropriate to, and his thumb trails along the back and against his knuckles lightly. 

          there’s a small part of prompto that wants to be angry, that wants to tell ignis that what he did was a giant risk, that wants to be frustrated that his boyfriend would leave him like that. but the truth is that he’s not any of those things, that he admires ignis for his bravery and his strength. his hand squeezes tighter at ignis’ own, cerulean orbs rising to meet his lover’s. prompto gulps, thick and hard, eyebrows drawn together as the advisor continues. he swears that he can feel his heart breaking in his chest with every shudder and tremble ignis produces. 

          it’s not fair, prompto wants to voice, that everything fell onto ignis. none of this was fair. losing noctis, the trauma his boyfriend had to suffer through. prompto wishes more than anything that he could change it, that he could reverse all of this, that they weren’t all doomed to relive this fate. if he could go back in time, do something different … gods, he would. a million times. if it meant saving noctis and sparing ignis this burden, he would. his hand drops from his lover’s own and his arms come up to pull him tightly against his chest. ❛ iggy, ❜ he frowns, taking a moment to embrace him before he leans back to look at him once more. ❛ you are so brave, you know that ? – i … never would’ve thought that … when you’re being distant this is what you’re reliving. i– i wish that i could change that. i know noct will come back to us, i know that you did all that you could and … god dammit, we deserve a happy ending. ❜

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faultedcodes·20 days agoText

darknessbledaa​:

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‘ is it better or worse if i tell you it sort of got trampled on by a dualhorn ?? ’ 

he laughs softly  ,  letting himself be pulled down to prompto height  ,  pulling the blonde tightly against him for a moment.  for a moment  ,  terra lets himself relax  ,  with the knowledge that  one  person he cared about was alright.  the slight ache in his chest has dissipated slightly  ,  &  he leans back for a moment  ,  hands on prompto’s shoulders now. 

‘ i’m glad you’re alright. ’ 

&  he means that  ,  leaning back enough to get a good look at prompto now  ,  sighing quietly.  his hands settle on the blonde’s shoulders gently  ,  &  terra offers a kind smile  ,  one that’s almost a little sad.  he’s tired  ,  it creeps in the moment he lets himself relax even for a moment. 

‘ sorry i made you worry. ’

       the thought alone only brings more worry to the blonde’s face as he tightens his grip on terra. he’d tried not to bother his friends with his worrying invasive thoughts, he knew all of them were mourning far more than he ever could. but the thought of losing terra was a scary one, and something he’d suffered through alone and in silence until he’d found him again. now prompto is almost scared to let go, afraid that something more drastic will happen in the wake of this devastation and he’ll lose one of the only people held closest to his heart.

          he pulls back when terra does, saddened eyes glancing up to meet his gaze. his heart is heavy in his chest, though he tries not to let it be known.  ❛ don’t apologize, ❜ he breathes out, shaking his head. maybe it was selfish of him to acknowledge his own worries without realizing terra had far more to be concerned about. gentle hands travel up and down his back, doing his best to soothe him before he leans up on the tips of his toes to press a delicate kiss to his lips.  ❛ i’m just glad that you’re okay. i-i don’t know what i would’ve done if you weren’t. ❜ a slight pause, prompto thinks of what to say next, that will somehow lighten the dim mood.  ❛ – got any cool marks from the dualhorns ? ❜

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faultedcodes·20 days agoText

strictomiles​:

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The tenseness in the younger boy was devastating. It reminded Gladio a little of himself a few years previous when he’d run into trouble of his own both with the Crownsguard and some interpersonal things. When he’d been explosive and reckless. But, Prompto wasn’t like him. He didn’t seem to have a temper to him. There was an unimaginable sadness within him that made the young Shield want to protect him too.

But, that wasn’t his job. Instead, he’d try to guide the poor boy. Look out for him while he was here without making it too obvious. It was decided. It wouldn’t be hard, he was always around anyway. Whether Prompto noticed him or not, since he was usually trailing after Noctis, Gladio was often there lurking in the shadows.

A hand still lingered on Prompto’s shoulder as a soft smile crossed his face. A gaze very few received.  “Not acceptable. A few months is enough to crush you whether it’s mentally or physically, i’m not gonna let that happen. We need you in peak form if you’re gonna be a part of the Prince’s personal guard. Plus, you’re the best gun i’ve seen in years. Don’t matter how young you are, who your friends are. You’re good. The talent’s there. When the guys bark, bite back. If you don’t… I will. Not like I don’t get in scraps every day anyway.” A pause, while he considered something. Maybe, Prompto just needed more confidence. More friends than just the Prince.

“Come on, you’re comin’ over for dinner. I won’t take no for an answer.”

       prompto, much to his own disliking, wasn’t much of a fighter. though he wished he could be, he didn’t have it in him to get angry or riled up. his first instinct was always to run away, and that proved to be difficult when he was training so hard to prove his place in the crownsguard. he wanted to protect noctis more than anything, but maybe those other trainees were right – if he couldn’t even protect himself, how could he protect the prince ? he would fail miserably if he didn’t change his act. 

         his demeanor changes when he notices the smile that graces gladio’s lips. prompto swears that he can feel his heart sink into his stomach, eyes widening only a little in a way that he hopes isn’t obvious. gladio was handsome, that much was clear to anyone with vision. but he wasn’t sure he’d ever seen the shield smile before – and he’ll be the first to admit that it’s a heart melting sight. if there were any doubts in his mind, they were gone now. how could he let doubt linger when possibly the most attractive man in the world was standing in front of him feeding him compliments ? a gentle blush settles onto his freckled cheeks and prompto’s teeth have to dig into the sides of his cheeks to keep him from smiling like an idiot.

         ❛ i can take it, honest. ❜ the younger boy tries to reason with his new found friend, but he can tell already that it’s no use. he’s oblivious and gladio can see right through him, and who is he to deny extra one on one time with noctis’ bodyguard ?  ❛ – hey. i don’t need you fighting any battles for me … i-if i’m gonna be in the crownsguard then i’ve gotta hold my own. ❜ an evident frown comes to his lips, hands rising to rest on his hips as his gaze trails back up to the older of the pair. the thought of spending time with gladio outside of training made his heart skip a beat and call it what you want – stupidity or a lovestruck daze – he agrees.  ❛ dinner sounds great, actually. i’m starving. ❜

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faultedcodes·20 days agoText

crystalchose​:

noctis hums as prompto pulls him tightly against him  ,  the tension bleeding out from his shoulders.  he can’t truly remember the last time he was allowed to exist  ,  to  be  without expectations.  for so long  ,  he’s always had to be something to  someone  :  a prince  ,  a savior  ,  a  king  .  he knows once the sun comes up  ,  it will be no different.  it makes it hard to sleep.  so  ,  for the moment  ,  he doesn’t try  ,  one hand resting over prompto’s arms wrapped around him tightly  ,  as if he’s afraid noctis will disappear again.  not that he blames him  ,  truly.  he wonders  ,  for a moment  ,  if this is the part of the story where he’s allowed to live a relatively normal life  ,  if that’ll be something he’s allowed to have now. 

‘ beauty sleep ??  that sounds like a nice way of telling me i look like shit, prom. ’ 

he laughs quietly  ,  &  for a moment noctis can pretend they’re the idiot 20 year olds they used to be  ,  before the sun disappeared  ,  before luna died  ,  before  he  died  ,  when life was a little easier to deal with.  when he  knew  what came next.  now  ,  not knowing  ,  it’s unsettling.  but  ,  he muses a bit bitterly  ,  most people don’t plan for what to do after coming back from the dead.

       the gunman can’t help but revel in the fact that noctis is here, that they get to live for now and above all else, they get to be happy. it’s a feeling that had grown so unfamiliar to him, but easily recognizable. there’s a bubbling in his stomach, anticipation rising in his chest. they get to be happy. for so long, that was all prompto had ever wanted, and losing noctis felt like the last nail in the coffin of his happiness. while he’s not sure what will happen tomorrow, how they’ll explain any of his, or if he even wants to – he’s going to take this moment for what it is and try not to worry too much about it. 

          prompto nuzzles closer into his husband’s chest, chuckles sounding from the back of his throat. he hadn’t thought of it like that, he supposes, but he wouldn’t blame noctis if he were tired. coming back from the dead and lugging it all the way to his apartment might’ve been a workout. strong arms loosen their grip and he settles for their bodies pressed right against each other instead.  ❛ you could never look like shit, ❜ he sighs, leaning up to pepper his jaw with gentle kisses.  ❛ – you’re still the man i fell in love with so many years ago. ❜

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faultedcodes·20 days agoText

unprompted asks / always accepting

@fistsfromhell​: ZELL TACKLES INTO PROMPTO. BIG HUGS TO WELCOME HIM BACK

       there’s a soft whine that pulls from the back of prompto’s throat the second that his back collides with the wall behind him. adequate arms soon to wrap around the other’s frame and force him closer – if that were even possible given their position. blonde hair nuzzles against soft skin, prompto’s face buried into the crook of zell’s neck. for a moment, he doesn’t speak, wanting nothing more than to live in the now. prompto plans to enjoy every last second of this, never wanting to forget the feeling of holding his friend so close.

         his arms tighten instinctively as he grips zell’s waist, a sweet murmur rumbling off his lips.  ❛ hi, ❜ the blonde sounds, only pulling away to look back at him.  ❛ – did ya miss me ?

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faultedcodes·a month agoText

stcries​:

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ah, so that did manage to get his attention  ——  would he even be able to do it anymore ??  leaving the organization surely stripped him off all previous abilities, right ??  perhaps there was a secrecy …  a way he could pull off such feats through the power of believing ( sounded pretty damn cheesy but still . it was worth a shot . )

“ well, i can certainly try to do it again . haven’t done it in a while, but i’m sure i ain’t that bad at it . ”  ——-  hands reach outwards, fingers interlocking to stretch and crack knuckles . aaalright, he’d give it a shot . “ just hold on a minute, keep still and close to me . ”  ——-  eyes glance upward to a nearby leverage … perfect to test out these abilities ( and sure enough, eyes close as concentration begins . )  black smoke twirling around both forms before relocating to the new area .

       there’s only a slight hesitance to his stance, fingers flexing and unclenching absentmindedly. whatever shadow traveling was, it sounded both fun and dangerous. prompto wasn’t sure if he was excited to try it or nervous where it would take them, but surely axel had to know what he was doing … right ? perhaps, if they were lucky, this shadow portal could lead them to either of their friends. the blonde’s teeth dig into his bottom lip as he looks toward his new found friend curiously. 

       nearly gawking in amazement, he watches wide eyed as the redhead brings a hand up and outstretches it. the gunman scoots to the side, more so cowers behind the taller male and stares in awe whilst black smoke swirls before them. peeking his head out, his brows raise and his lips part, awaiting words. ❛ h–huh ? ❜ prompto murmurs, taking a step forward before taking another and outstretching his own fingers to poke at the mist. ❛ oh, man ! this is so COOL !

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faultedcodes·2 months agoText

darknessbled​:

@faultedcodes​.     /      random starter.

it hasn’t been that long since insomnia fell  &  yet terra feels like it’s been a  lifetime  .  insomnia is  gone  ,  his home now lay in ruins.  people he cared about could be dead or  worse  ,  &  it weighed on him heavily.  he didn’t want to think about the fact that everyone he ever knew  &  loved could be gone.  &  that brought him to lestallum  ,  waiting for the refugees from insomnia.  he hadn’t had any luck searching wherever else he could either  ,  it was more disheartening than he could ever say.

he’s on the verge of giving up  ,  accepting that there might be no hope  ,  when terra catches a familiar figure out of the corner of his eye.  hesitantly  ,  nervously  ,  he calls out to him  ,  taking a few steps forward.

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‘ prompto ??  is that you ?? ’

       prompto had tried calling terra when he’d heard the news of insomnia. when he couldn’t get through was when he’d been sent into a nervous frenzy. ignis had tried to assure him that terra was okay, but prompto was a mess nonetheless. when the group reached lestallum, prompto tried calling again and again and again – to no avail. everything hurt, his home was gone, terra could be out there somewhere either hurt or worse off. he was trying to be brave for the sake of his friends, but it was hard.

       it’s only when he hears terra’s voice that his heart breaks, heavy in his chest as he turns in the direction it came from. terra. the blonde wastes no time as he rushes over to him, throwing his arms around his shoulders and pulling him down to his height. ❛ terra ! ❜ he gasps out, clinging to him as if his life had depended on it. ❛ you’re – you’re okay … but. you haven’t picked up the phone ? i was worried about you. ❜

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faultedcodes·2 months agoText

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the hug had managed to surprise the taller, emerald irises widening momentarily upon connecting  ——  but soon, even his own arms couldn’t help but secure around the blonde in return ( it was comforting to say the least . sometimes, just having a singular person there with you, be it family or not, it could mean all the difference .

❝   y’know, that doesn’t sound like a bad idea . but if i know my buddies, they’ll find me … we always have .  ❞  ——  hand moves to ruffle the other’s hair with a grin breaking through lips . the next question couldn’t help but make axel’s grin even wider ( did he know how to fight ?? he certainly wouldn’t be alive if he didn’t . )  ——  sure enough, singular motion of his hand brought forth his signature keyblade ; resting it pon his shoulder . ❝   the real question is if i’m gonna need to protect your ass in battle .  ❞  —–  and there goes another chuckle from the redhead .

       prompto won’t think about axel finding his friends and leaving, the thought alone would be too sad. he was far used to meeting new people and never seeing them again, but the thought of never seeing axel again made him more upset than anything; for reasons that he wasn’t quite sure of. ❛ – hey, axel ? ❜ the blonde squeaks, looking up at him after he ruffles his hair. ❛ when you find your friends, you better not forget about me. ya hear ?

       the gunner pokes his tongue out playfully, nudging the taller man lightly with his elbow. he reaches up to fix the strands of hair now out of place by the hands of his new friend, chuckling softly. prompto’s eyes widen with amusement as the keyblade appears in front of him, jaw dropping only slightly. ❛ dude, you been holding out on me ! – that’s SICK, mind if i hold it ? ❜ both hands move to rest on his hips, tilting his head to the side as he scoffs. ❛ yeah, right. clearly you’ve never seen this bad boy in action, ❜ he teases, spinning his revolver between his fingers.

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kairi  laughs  when prompto shoves her  ,  swatting at his hand lightly.  it reminds her of hazy summer days spent on the beach  ,  laughter  &  smiles ample between three friends.  she wonders if she’ll ever see that again  ,  if warm summer nights spent beneath the stars are merely a thing of another lifetime  ,  a  memory  now more than anything.  their  laughter  &  voices bounce off the rocks  ,  &  she grins  ,  sticking her tongue out at him. 

‘ as if !!  i spend less time on my hair than any of you do !! ’ 

it’s a trivial thing  ,  really  ,  but she feels so much lighter in this moment than she ever has.  if sora were here  ,  she thinks she’d mess up his hair on purpose  ,  watch him pout  &  whine about it.  she wants that more than anything  ,  but settles for ruffling prompto’s hair slightly  ,  laughing as she untangles herself with a wide grin.

kairi stands after a moment  ,  still smiling  ,  &  offers her hand to help him off the floor of the cave.  she feels  warm  again  ,  like her home finally feels a little more like home.  it’s not quite yet  ,  but it will be  ,  &  she knows that.  but sometimes  ,  it’s hard to distract from the pain  ,  it feels like a part of her is  missing  sometimes  ,  &  she’s never quite sure what to do about it  ,  how to plug the holes someone else left behind.

‘ maybe i’ll have to do my hair weird to fit in with everyone else. ’

       there’s a wide grin that settles on prompto’s face, so much so that it begins hurting his cheeks. kairi makes him feel normal, whatever he meant by that. there’s an emptiness inside of him, one that he’s not sure he’ll ever quite fill, but this feels close to it. the idea of having friends, of having their own little family. however silly it might’ve seemed to some, it’s endearing to prompto; it makes him almost giddy with excitement for sora’s return. he seems nice enough, if kairi is speaking so highly of him. 

       with a light roll of his eyes, the blonde shrugs and pokes his tongue out to mimic her. ❛ well, yeah. cause you just brush it and let it hang there. i swear, if i were you i’d have the easiest time getting ready in the morning. ❜ a light huff falls from his lips as he watches her reach over, pout evident and nose crinkled up as she ruffles his hair. he reaches up to swat her hand away, giggling quietly before he tries to save the blonde strands that had been spiked up. 

       prompto grabs her hand when it’s offered, free hand pressing his palm against the cave floor to help himself up without relying too heavily on her. the blonde follows as she leads them out of the secret cave, a small smile on his lips. she trusts him, he can tell, otherwise she wouldn’t have shown him something so important to her. he trusts her, too, obviously, but he wishes he had something like that to show her. all he’s got are not quite there memories of a past life – things that don’t make sense to him. he remembers dark cloaks, white walls, feeling like a science experiment. but nothing else, nothing that would be worth anything, anyway. ❛ your hair is fine the way it is. but if you wanted a new ‘do, you’ve come to the right guy. ❜

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y’know, it was almost like he was looking into a mirror  ——  glancing back at a younger and more naive version of himself . back before the shadows took hold of him … perhaps that’s why they met, maybe it was destiny . but damn, he sure was lucky to get someone’s attention around here ( world hoping was nothing new . but not within their galaxy ?? )  ——  this wasn’t a world he had heard of before .

feet quickly sped up upon watching the blonde race forward, larger form allowing for a much faster catch up between the two  ——  ❝   honestly, it feels like i could make an entire dictionary from all the words you’re saying . though i will admit, you got a lotta stuff goin’ on here .  ❞ i mean, being friends with a prince ?? it was something the redhead could only dream of  —— ❝   this goddess isn’t too far from here, is it . sure, i could help us get there faster, but i don’t know how you feel about shadow travelling .  ❞  better yet, could he even still use it ??

       his feet carry him forward, walking a lot quicker than his normal pace with the thought of going to see cindy. it was almost embarrassing to go to her asking for directions, hopefully she’d think it was more endearing than anything else. that thought alone makes him second guess everything he’d just said, nearly coming to a complete stop along the trail. prompto pauses, brows drawn together as he turns on his heels to face his new friend.

       ❛ — sorry, dude, did you just say SHADOW TRAVELLING ? ❜ his interest is beyond piqued, now gawking up at the red head. he’d never heard of anything like that before, surely neither had his friends. unless they were hiding that from him in hopes he wouldn’t rely on it, because prompto did get tired of walking everywhere. ❛ you gotta show me ! please ? ❜ gloved hands clasp together as he leans up on his tip toes, eyes wide with curiosity and excitement. 

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