Photographer to the King

Prompto is something a little like Umbra and Pryna, and he looks so intimidating but then he starts to talk and it’s sunshine Prompto.

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im kind of going auish

the cute ranch worker is showing them to a place they need to go

i imagine him taking off the hat and theyre like ALSO A CHOCOBO

his baby’s a runt

but a whippet!

I kind of imagine hes so unimpressed by the boys

Noctis less so because he saw him trying ot hug the chocobos

XD

Even if he was doing it wrong

Well i kind of imagine he’s an insomnia refugee

Or maybe he ran away on his parents

And because his bub is a runt only he rides her because hes a skinny beeb

Or kids

And Gladio needed the biggest they had and hes posturing because biggest is best

And Proms like

‘Its not about size buddy, its what you do with it’

i was imagining like

He does a lot of supply runs and specifically at night

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The Prompt had been ‘Missing after a battle’

Prom think’s he’s dinner but in actual fact he is baby.

“Be still….my sister spoke of you with great fondness - do as I tell you and we might just make it out of here.”

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🎃👻 Getting into that Halloween mood 👻🎃

Nyx smiled, glad that the other seemed to overcome his shyness to quip back at him – always hating whenever he made people feel nervous. He liked to think he was approachable, but being an older Kingsglaive was bound to be intimidating to some degree.

Chuckling, he gently patted the other's back. "You don't have to agree just for my sake," he assured, not wanting the kid to feel pressured. If he had already joined the Crownsguard or was well on his way to it, then Nyx wasn't about to ruin that.

"But maybe we can come to a compromise, hm? We could train together. You get to test your aim and I get to test my dodging ability – just, you know, not with actual bullets," because from what he had seen then the kid had good aim and he didn't feel like dying or being critically injured anytime soon – and Imperial units made use of guns, so it would be excellent practice.

The Glaive clapped him on the back gently and Prompto smiled a little bit in spite of himself. He definitely didn't think him joining the Kingsglaive would have been 'for his sake', considering there was no guarantee he'd be good at it anyway, but that wasn't all that important at the moment.

Prompto rubs the back of his neck a little awkwardly at her praise of him, smiling a little bit. He’s never really known how to take sincere compliments like that. He’s not really sure he agrees with her, but the sentiment is nice, and he’d like to think he has had at least some bit of bearing on how things have gone. He doesn’t have much time to linger on the idea, though.

An hour passes quickly, and Prompto’s waiting for her near the makeshift gate of the city, a backpack slung over his shoulder.

Luna is punctual as ever, greeting Prompto with a smile as she approaches.

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If Lunafreya could still see him...

His eyes returned to Prompto.

Before he could stop himself, he was laughing. He slapped a hand over his mouth, giggling helplessly behind his hand.

Her brows furrowed in concern. Were they trying to let him hurt himself? That wasn’t their way of doing things, it didn’t matter what it was. All their recruits were to be treated with potential regardless of what came before them. She didn’t understand why—

Oh. Her eyes widened at the defeated laugh that slipped out of his mouth. Johanne’s heart dropped, understanding now what was going on. Nonetheless, it still angered her. Unless he had ordered the attacks they were thrown into, he was a refugee just like them.

Although, perhaps she was also a little biased.

He blinked, a little startled by how vehement she was in her response about him. He flushed a little, ducking his head to let his hair fall into his face. He felt a little touched that she was so upset, even if he didn't really think it would make much of a difference.

Prompto shrugged a little, not moving his hand so she could finish wrapping it.

"They don't want weak links, even the trainers have said it. I just have to show them I'm not one."

Just mentioning the gunsmith’s name seemed to be enough to change things a little. He wasn’t wholly certain why. He just felt the shift in the air between them as Lysander eyed him.

Prompto eyed him right back.

It was good the other man wasn’t planning on interrogating him, because Prompto wasn’t planning on telling him anything. Somehow, he doubted ‘I’m a member of the Crownsguard looking for a good gun to protect my best buddie Prince Noctis with’ would go over all that well.

He had enough money, and it wasn’t some kind of sting operation, so that was all that really should matter. “Sure,” he answered, falling into step behind the other man. He really hoped this guy’s guns were worth all of this.

There was something off with the kid that was for sure. Like he was avoiding saying anything to him. Lysander was a professional at reading people, of course he’d had the training to do so though, it was required of a Shield to know how to read people or a room.

“So what’s your story?” he said as he walked through crowded streets or alleys.

Every so often he spared a look back but there was no sign of the Marshal following them now. Had they lost the man? Or had it been entirely coincidental?

About how there was such a huge difference in the way some people lived in the city. And how unfair it was. They'd already been run out of their homes, and now they had to live down here?