It must hurt to watch her words fall ‘pon deaf ears, to watch him avert his gaze    &&   not understand, never comprehend where her drive came from    —   IT’D ALL BE OVER BEFORE SHE KNEW IT, he was furious she wanted to cast her life out, without knowing it’d all be for naught. But his rage never bubbled to the surface, it remained beneath tempered by his teeth, his nails, not until she says those words.

“Could have died..?” Prompto couldn’t say it either; caught up in a mess of blindly placed optimism with all this HOPE left, all this DRIVE. He felt … GUILTY, he thinks; this GUILT biting at his heels, sickening   /   SHE’S YELLING   &&   HE WANTS TO LET HER HURT, some distant part of him wants to wrap his arms around her   /    let her pain BLEED into his palms where he’ll heal it, cupping his fingers to her wounds.   (     BUT    HE’S ROTTING.  )

“I’m going to die anyway.” THEREIN RINGS A LAUGH, bone dry   &&   echoing in the small train compartment; it starts small, but it grows, IT BOUNCES OFF THE WALLS    /    but it sounds like SOBBING, WRETCHED notes sung from his throat. When he gasps for breath, IT SOUNDS LIKE STRING SNAPPING.

“I  — GODS, WHY?” It isn’t rage, but it’s something close; maybe it’s GRIEF, ALL THE GRIEF HE WOULDN’T LET HIMSELF FEEL channelled into the way he stands up   &&  towers, his hands in his hair.  “Why are you so fucking determined   —  all of this is already set in stone! YOU CAN’T CHANGE IT! MAYBE I JUST WANT TO KNOW YOU LIVED so SOMEBODY OUT THERE WHO LOVED ME WILL REMEMBER ME!”

             A FOOT TAKES A HALF STEP BACK-- hesitantly,  as if she’s both been stung and filled to the brim with guilt. time had indeed been poisonous, rooted their pain deep with every second of piled secrets and WHAT IFS. in her obliviousness she had taken the wounds quietly,  wondering to herself what she couldn’t give -- wondering why she wasn’t ENOUGH.  it was a simple truth,  she had grown knowing she never was enough,  how could this be any different ?

             and then the walls dance with the echos of his laughter  (  though she can hardly BELIEVE it to be so ,  )  I’M  GOING  TO  DIE  ANYWAY.  rings in her ears and for the first time she can’t get her lips to move--  tongue too heavy in her mouth as everything moves TOO SLOW. the easy response:  don’t talk like that,  you won’t we can do this  ;  dies along with any other rebuttal. because somehow,  the way it rings clear in her ears--   she knows she’s given a truth. 

             and she hates it,  won’t  ACCEPT  that to be their reality.  “  you.... YOU DON’T KNOW THAT. you haven’t even tried ! what AREN’T you telling me ? --  .....AND YOU KNOW WHAT ?  WHATEVER IT IS ? it won’t change,  i won’t change. a titan could SLAP ME IN THE FACE WITH CERTAIN DOOM AND I’LL STILL TRY TO CHANGE IT BECAUSE I...  ”  its too much,  there’s not enough air and she can hear the quiet notes the soft wheeze in the back of her throat.  rivers pour for tear stained eyes and onto the floor of the roaring train under their feet. 

his scoff comes half-hearted, for he has no one else to compare her to. tifa was, and remains his one and only friend. even now, his introspection of their times together remains fond. however, upon mention of shinra, he promptly glances up at tifa — and in a literal sense, he’s watching her words for her.

“you seem to know your stuff.” now, reno is eerily distant. “—talkin’ like you know shit about us.” he takes another full sip of his coffee, eyes calmly scanning over her expression. surely, he has become curious about the look in her eyes. “and what have you been up to? couldn’t bring me homemade kimchi-jjigae for old time’s sake?”

            “  mhm, i had a gig as a tour guide for SHINRA back home for a little bit. pay was nice, dad was proud -- shinra always knows best right  ?  ”  taking a sip of her coffee, red tinted lips pull into an easy smile, following a small tilt of her head. “  but i have a lot more fun with the bar, building something from the ground up like that --dunno if anything feels quite as satisfactory.  ”

@petaleir​ asked:  "So, I think I'm gonna fire Cloud as my bodyguard. I need someone prettier... hey, Tifa, are you free?"

@highgear​ asked:  “ it’s okay , i’m here . i’ll always be here . ”

             AH,  it should be embarrassing how those words make the softest parts of her heart sting. while her mind juggles, lurching at the promise so easily given with an open heart-- a promise of forever. and yet, how many times has it been ?  where she was reminded that promises were nothing but pretty, empty words. a constant echo in her ears that words could only carry so much weight, especially to them, under that steel sky. 

             NEVERTHELESS,  for him she smiles,  soft,  slow as the corners of her mouth push upwards--  and with a shake of her head she takes one of his hands,  pulling the other close. he does it so well, play the hero with all the theatrics and skill. these moments though, where she can feel the care, she remembers how they might be very different sides to the same coin. wanting to be seen, LOVESICK for a stint of happiness. sometimes, it’s okay to indulge and be selfish and take a moment into her own hands--  AT LEAST,  she tries to convince herself. and so, she’s bold when her fingers intertwine with his own,  smile growing wider in fractions. 

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“CEASE your FEAR, you are the one who summoned me with your endless blaspheming; tell me  why  I  shouldn’t BURN YOU here?”

@irrealised​ asked:  "You." Words are curt / uttered between the bite of his teeth to his lips as he stares, judging, nose upturned but eyes fixed 'pon the crown of her head; as he flexes his fingers, the magitek clinging to the bare bones of his flesh clinks, the sword at his waist shifted to be held tight. "Here to petition me to turncoat yet again? I care not for whatever your false king will do — lest you forget it was his bloodline that let our homes burn." // from ravus : )

             a sigh contained, though her lips twist as if tasting a sour citrus while trying to keep the rest of her body language open. there’s a reason for this meeting and she’s not going to turn away with nothing-- at least not some sort of conversation. “ yes, me. ”  red gaze turns to his shifting with the sword at his side before back toward his own-- she knows better than to egg him on at least. the earth could reap & sow her blood if it would push them closer to a world they’ve always hoped for-- but she’s tired of USELESS violence that begets violence that begets violence. 

             “  you’re right, i’m here to speak with you because it seems like no one knows how to do that these days  ”  not that she exactly blames them-- an offer of peace & communication lead to the death of a FATHER & KING. still, it was never in her nature to give up on finding alternatives to resolve the chaos. “  i’m not here to talk about noctis. he was a child. WE ALL WERE CHILDREN. if you’re still upset with the late king-- i don’t know what to tell you. he’s dead. i understand your anger for him, --this WAR took everything from us... but you still have SOMEONE. i don’t know how you can keep on this path despite that.  ”

Ready; sharing his power always made him feel so… vulnerable, more intimate than his father’s or the crystals magic; a piece of his heart / a place there for her now, maybe a few funny conversations about the various things she’d be able to summon  — swords… spears… a cup noodle they’d brought from the crown city JUST in case… the knowledge she would be safe, protected beyond what humans could achieve without the power the crystal gifted them.

He presses hand to chest / fingers to his sternum, a spark of light encompassing fingertips to his wrist, all blue  / glowing, his brows furrowed in focus; when the light has wrapped itself around his hand, he reaches his free one over to take her cheek to his palm   &&   turn her gaze towards his, red meeting red with fervour, with determination. He takes the light, manifestation of the King’s power,   &&   hovers his hand over her heart; warm, though the blue tinge might lend itself towards the cold, there’s nothing but heat radiating as he grapples with his courage / presses his palm flat to her chest. A shard of his soul, a power that was his to share dispersing through her ‘til it all went dark again,   &&   he dropped his hands to his side, breaking the fiercely held eye contact.

“Th—” His voice cracked, how embarrassing. “There, do you… want to try it out?”

            there’s much she doesn’t quite understand. her existence in this world not tied to it’s lifeforce -- and her insistence that history can’t be predetermined leaves little conception to understand the crystal & ring-- POWER OF KINGS & QUEENS GIFTED BY GODS. though she trusts him. if anything, she trusts him. for her, there was no greater power in the universe that he seemed to trust her as well. this granting of a piece of himself told her so, the logistics were simply background noise. 

             eyes following his hands, they turn wide--  curiosity & wonder filling in the way her lips part and head tilts just slightly as white  /   blue  light embodies itself, a piece of his soul in the palm of his hand  &  quickly she’s too aware of her stare when a palm lays gently on the side of her face, tilting her eyes to focus on noct’s own. the high points of her face dusts with warm hues of sunsets, though still she stands tall, eyes reflecting their shared intensity--  so unused to this level of vulnerability. and quickly, the light is pressed into her chest and she smiles, a touch shy when the intensity fizzles.