ʙᴀɴɢ ʙᴀɴɢ

                    he pushes so far as to even set aside a game that he loves, that he loves to beat him at. it sets warning bells off in his head, telling him that this was one of those times where prompto would persist until he gave in. sometimes, he was grateful. sometimes he wanted to leave, to run from a situation he had no control over.

                    ❛  it’s just……  ❜    he’d never been very good about opening up, even to his best friend. some things just didn’t seem to be able to be fixed with words and talking. a habit long developed, and hard to break. fingers rub at the back of neck, threading through raven locks, and he sighs heavy, grimace twisting his lips as gave in. it was prompto. he could tell him anything.    ❛  it’s dad. he’s getting worse.  ❜

that was easier than usual. typically, it takes prompto about fifteen minutes of pestering before noctis even considers opening up about an issue. either noctis really needs to talk this out or he’s just understood that prompto is more perceptive and persistent than others take him for.

it’s not difficult to see how physically uncomfortable this makes noctis feel. hell, if he and prompto could go their entire lives without a difficult situation or conversation arising between them, prompto would take that. though, it isn’t realistic. the world is unfair and unforgiving, a concept boys their age are just barely becoming to understand. even prompto fails to realize that not everything is going to work out all of the time, and that crushes him. but that’s why they have each other. to work these unfair and unforgiving situations out and support one another. hence, why prompto pushes.

It was easy to believe that her pictures were somehow a work of art when he was so upbeat and confident about it. She grinned, studying one of her better shots with a more open mind. Yes, perhaps she was skilled in abstract pictures.

❝I wish the chocobos had stood still – they were not being kind to me given it was my first time.❞

He had managed to photograph them with ease and skill, though. Of course he had - he somehow had managed to get perfect shots of all of the boys in battle, even. It was almost shocking how good he was at something he simply declared a hobby. Had he not been in Noctis’ entourage, he should have been a professional photographer.

❝Maybe I should photograph trees. Or flowers. Things that don’t move.❞

❝ maybe your specialty is still life !! like material objects and such. ❞

up on the tips of his toes, he does this to better view the shots luna had obtained to get a sense of where she’s at on the photography spectrum. her self-realization is close to identical to his ascribed realization ; perhaps photos of inanimate things with an abstraction technique is luna’s ‘ jam ’. he’s a firm believer that any art is art with enough passion and willingness to learn. luna’s got just that !

  noctis glanced over with a curious look in blue eyes,  gazing over just every little memory that’s been captured by his friend,  reminding him of the days journey that had just come to a close;  only waiting for the sun to rise again && have them all be on their way once more.  every memory that floods back ends up seeming so peaceful,  something that he’d give everything to keep.  && maybe the prince was just getting lost in his own thoughts && feelings here,  as he didn’t snap out of it until he heard that very familiar click of a camera.  a few blinks.  (  smile falling just a small bit before it returned full force back upon his lips.  )

  “ unfair !!  you didn’t even warn me,  dude !! ”  

  his voice sounding even slightly annoyed,  it was all in play,  though.  the laughter following after with a playful push to his friends shoulder being a show of such.

a few more rapid burst shots follow the initial one, adding to the arsenal of spontaneous and slighty unappealing photos he’s already obtained throughout their trip. laughter follows shortly after, smile beaming as he examines the latest shots. he’s 100% keeping them regardless of how crazy they look ; they make for good memories of the down time.

❝ yikes dude ! you look CRAZY in these. ❞

          “  Someone  always  says  something,  don’t  they?  ”      but  never  mind, is  not  what  comes  next.  Already  shrugged  off,  although  the  sour  mood  still  remains,  annoyance  flattening  an  exhausted  timbre  and  causing  an  otherwise  faultless  mien  to  twist.  Noctis  does  well  to  remain  aloof  to  most  of  it.  Ignorant,  practiced,  and  distant.  Wounds  from  roses  tend  to  falter  even  more.  He  hums  uselessly.           “  Can’t  please  ‘em  all,  though.  It’s  fine.  " 

an instinctive frown settles ; empathy for the effects of negative perceptions casted upon noctis. knowledge as to the specific instance that deters his mood remains absent. the best he can offer is unconditional SUPPORT / ENCOURAGEMENT. corners of his lips tug upwards, a hand clasping down onto the shoulder of the other. 

❝ sheesh, sorry. ❞  sincerity simply oozing from his voice, even if the depth of his apology is about  puddle - deep.  gaze is cast to either side of prompto, eyes widened as if readying to strike.  

❝ behind you! ❞

the widening of his own eyes follows gladio’s. the exclaimed warning prompts a shout of fear, accompanied by the jumping away from the prospective enemy. he sees absolutely nothing.

✦   ;  @imalucian

          “  And  I’ve  tried  my  best.  “

                    guilt consumes him, crashes in waves across his chest, drowning him with each breath.  he follows the patches of bruising that litter his best friends arms, and each one pushes him further beneath the guilt, eyes burning with unshed tears.  if he had only been more observant, if only he had seen what was before him., then maybe none of this would have happened.  but grief had turned him inside out until he could only see what had been presented to him, eyes clouded by his own pain.  he was an idiot, selfish  ( and gladio was right damn him )  and now his friend had paid the price  ( they were all paying the price for him, weren’t they ).  hesitant, he reaches out as if to touch, to confirm that prompto wasn’t broken beyond repair. that he didn’t hate him. much as it would destroy him, he deserved that.  palm presses to his shoulder, fingers curling just slightly in his vest, and he hopes that he won’t be pushed away. 

                    ❛  hey,  ❜    voice wavers, and he waits in painful silence for prompto to respond. needs to know that he was okay.    ❛  you okay?  ❜    

@imalucian cause ilu

a breath is forcefully sucked in upon landing, followed by shorter and harsher breathing cycles. he thanks the astrals for the timing of his comrades. involuntarily, he shakes. whether it’s lack of nourishment, his body responding to the damage, or fear ; his hands in particular refuse to remain still. the change in surroundings has not registered completely. he’s no longer ALONE but he withholds the opportunity to let his guard down ; he can’t feel absolutely SAFE.

almost as if there is no energy left within him to glance upon the other. instinctively, tensed shoulders fall at the call for assurance ; while TRIBULATION never ceased from his revelation following the escape of the production facility, the new sense of self confidence remains. he’s aware that noctis’ aggravations were not intended for him and that the others desire for him to remain by his side for now. he hopes that he is still wanted by their side when they find out about his origins, if they haven’t already ; for now, he is convinced so.

{ @imalucian | closed starter. }

❝Mine aren’t nearly as nice…❞

Luna frowned at the screen of Prompto’s camera. The photos she had managed were out of focus, or uninteresting – nothing compared to the shots he had showed her before handing it over for her to try.  She did manage a few shots of a pretty white chocobo, though. Sure it was just the back half, but she got it.

❝You are much better than I am, obviously.❞

❝ PFFT. don’t be silly !! ❞

if anything he’s BEAMING at the shots that luna managed. never had he ever thought he’d be out taking pictures with her. he was incredibly nervous too ; that was until it was suggested that they partake in the activity prompto’s most comfortable with. he’s getting an absolute kick out of spending this time with luna.

  it always was fun even just watching prompto go through his pictures,  he always looked so happy and excited over the good shots that he got and noctis ended up curious about what he had gotten no matter what the day was like.  so this was no different,  with noctis rolling out of his position on the other bed to ungracefully flop down where prompto was,  lifting his head up enough to see.

  the picture of him and gladio made him smile and laugh just the softest amount.  how prompto ever was able to get these kinds of shots he didn’t know,  but damn they looked so bad ass.  noctis shifted on his elbows to point at the camera.   “ make sure you save that !!  i want to keep that for later,  man. ”

❝ OH. i’m saving it !! peep these ones too. ❞

thumb rises and falls upon the right arrow, sorting through the variations of shots : battle, car rides, explorations through new places. a different meaning is attached to each memory, all varying amongst the guys ; prompto has particularly fond memories of all the downtime. a glance at noct is taken to see if he’s still interested in his display. an idea arises, and impulsively prompto’s rising the viewfinder to his eye.

❝ CANDID SHOT !! ❞

❛ AWW! YOU SURE? ❜ Yuna gives Prompto’s hand a firm shake of two pumps, before she withdraws her hand and keeps it at her side. She positions it against her hip, shifting her weight over to one leg. She looks him over again, now debating whether she’ll call him by his name or her incredibly original nickname that she had come up with for him. “What I’m about? Well… that’s a really long story, you know! You sure you wanna do this –” she pauses, looking around them, “– here?”

now that he thinks about it, it’s probably a smarter idea if they find some form of shelter. if there’s one thing he’s accustomed to it’s that open or dark spaces mean absolutely no good. an increase of awareness is accompanied by an increase in defense ; adaptors reveal the hint of nervousness that arises. the fumbling of his hands and shifting of weight between legs is meant to display his desire to move on.

@imalucian // – { s.c. ♛ }

  there was a pause from the prince,  back laid across one of the motel beds as he just watched the blond.  they had a long day today && no doubt prompto picked up some pretty cool shots from all of the action.  he was curious about them,  wanted to know if there were some he could end up saving for later.

  “ hey prom?”   his voice was considerably soft,  always a seeming tone that he picked up while talking to his best friend.  noctis could be comfortable around him,  or well around all three of his friends here.  damn,  he was lucky to have them wasn’t he?

  “ any cool pics from today ?  should let me take a few quick peeks.”

seated along the edge of the parallel bed, back is hunched downwards,focus cast upon the abundance of photos obtained throughout the day. the call of his name draws his attention elsewhere, a pause in the shuffling through the playback.

❝ LOTS. come look at this one !! ❞