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Dec. 9th, 2016 12:10 pm[ it's crazy to think this originally started as a road trip to see the prince married and... they didn't know when they left that they were saying good bye to the crown city for good. next thing they know, they're finding out insomnia fell... and, well, here they are. everything's really gone to hell. it's been one thing after another and it's a small blessing the four of them are still alive. they probably have luna to thank for that, huh? they could, y'know, stand to be a little better off.
prompto had always felt a bit out of place in the group; he knows he doesn't have the battle training gladio or the knowledge of ignis, both men with a duty to their heir of the throne. he's no sworn shield or adviser. he's just some nobody tagging along, even if knows noct would say otherwise, it's true. now more than ever, in the stewing tension and flares of tempers, he feels it. he feels miserable. a lot of people that didn't deserve it have been hurt, some more than hurt... he can't imagine how noctis feels -- he was supposed to be marrying luna, y'know. after he lost his dad and his city, now her... prompto can't blame him. gladio's doing enough of that for all of them.
it doesn't sit well with him how wound up they are that they keep forgetting iggy.
he'd always just been noct's friend, but since leviathan, he's spent more time as ignis' side than anywhere else. he's not going to try to compare who has it worst between them, but ignis is the one that needs help right now. ignis has always, always never failed to help them. with his endless knowledge and wise beyond his years advice, his dutiful skill in keeping them well fed, even mending their clothes -- ignis always did everything he could. prompto does his best to return the favor. it's not even hard, it's just a task of being attentive, reminding him of a step down, guiding him on their way, helping him where his eyes have failed him. ignis was always super graceful. it makes him sick to his stomach having to watch him fumble around. so prompto's there. no fumbling required.
they way their little group is, prompto can't help feeling stir-crazy cooped up with them for way too long, so he's fit to scream when they finally get to a town and get to stretch their legs. only downside is it being a difficult for ignis. prompto keeps a guiding hand on him as they go.]
Oh man, I never thought I'd stand on solid ground again! [his legs are still wobbly, seriously. forget what he said about life-changing and amazing. prompto is fit to whine if they ever have to get on another ship again. well, you know, he's gonna do that anyway.] I'm about to starve here.
prompto had always felt a bit out of place in the group; he knows he doesn't have the battle training gladio or the knowledge of ignis, both men with a duty to their heir of the throne. he's no sworn shield or adviser. he's just some nobody tagging along, even if knows noct would say otherwise, it's true. now more than ever, in the stewing tension and flares of tempers, he feels it. he feels miserable. a lot of people that didn't deserve it have been hurt, some more than hurt... he can't imagine how noctis feels -- he was supposed to be marrying luna, y'know. after he lost his dad and his city, now her... prompto can't blame him. gladio's doing enough of that for all of them.
it doesn't sit well with him how wound up they are that they keep forgetting iggy.
he'd always just been noct's friend, but since leviathan, he's spent more time as ignis' side than anywhere else. he's not going to try to compare who has it worst between them, but ignis is the one that needs help right now. ignis has always, always never failed to help them. with his endless knowledge and wise beyond his years advice, his dutiful skill in keeping them well fed, even mending their clothes -- ignis always did everything he could. prompto does his best to return the favor. it's not even hard, it's just a task of being attentive, reminding him of a step down, guiding him on their way, helping him where his eyes have failed him. ignis was always super graceful. it makes him sick to his stomach having to watch him fumble around. so prompto's there. no fumbling required.
they way their little group is, prompto can't help feeling stir-crazy cooped up with them for way too long, so he's fit to scream when they finally get to a town and get to stretch their legs. only downside is it being a difficult for ignis. prompto keeps a guiding hand on him as they go.]
Oh man, I never thought I'd stand on solid ground again! [his legs are still wobbly, seriously. forget what he said about life-changing and amazing. prompto is fit to whine if they ever have to get on another ship again. well, you know, he's gonna do that anyway.] I'm about to starve here.