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( random love | @piraticalwit​ )

Hey guess what. I love u and I love prompto. And every other muse ever

     i’m p sure you didn’t mean for me to like cry over this, but i absolutely did. it’s been a really rough week and popping in here to see this seriously lifted my spirits! getting this from someone who, if i remember correctly ( and i know i do! ) writes an amazing prompto is already high praise enough. but getting this from you, who writes any muse you touch wonderfully and has so many amazing ideas and thoughts and writing really got me. anytime i make a blog you’re always there. if i’m having a rough day or a tough time, you always seem to come out of nowhere with words of encouragement. i came for the writing all those years ago but what really made me grateful to stick around was you just being you.

     i’m so grateful for you, and i hope you know i’m always wishing you all the best. i can’t begin to count how many smiles you put on my face, how many times you’ve cheered me up when i’m down, and how many times i’ve sat here in awe of the amazing stories you’ve created. i dunno what i did to get such an amazing friend like you on my side but i know i’d do it all over again and again and again.

( misc sentence starters | @topmechaniic​​ )

“  you don’t have to talk, we can just sit together.  ”

     his thumbs moved back & forth among the buttons of his camera, flipping idly through the pictures of the day. none had been chosen to save or for deletion just yet as his mind wandered. there had been a fight–––– nothing that he’d been involved in, just a few harsh words exchanged between noctis & gladio, nothing unusual for anyone who spent any length of time around them within the citadel walls. their friendship was close knit, but their minds worked differently, butting heads was inevitable & the only part about the actual disagreement lingering in prompto’s mind was the curious back & forth trying to guess just who ignis was trying to talk some SENSE into. no, it wasn’t the argument that had bothered prompto at all.

     it was just how easily he had been SHOVED out of it.

     he had no place there. his attempt to stop the escalation had gone unnoticed, his words of reminder of their close & unique friendship discarded, & his attempts to spark reconciliation IGNORED. it seemed silly for him to feel left out at first ( who wanted to be a part of an argument between friends ), but it was impossible to feel like he was the only one without a contribution. a sigh rose from deep in his chest, his shoulder slumping just as he was joined on the curb just beside the hammerhead garage.

     on a normal day, the close proximity to cindy would have brought a redness to his cheeks, made his tongue feel heavy & his lips too loose to control properly. but the revelation of the day was a bit too dense on his shoulders. he couldn’t meet her CONCERNED gaze, his eyes never turning from the camera in his hands, even though he wasn’t properly looking, as he waited for the inevitable question. he knew it would be coming from a place of conern, but he had no desire to answer questions about his current state of unhappiness.

     lucky for him, it never came. instead there was nothing more than the offer of silence, the very same he’d been sitting in a moment before her arrival. only this time, he had COMPANY, & that significant detail made it all the more bearable.

     ❝ yeah, that–––– that sounds nice. ❞

     an explanation that he just didn’t feel like talking through things felt unnecessary, so he focused on powering his camera down instead. there was no need for a distraction ( even one that didn’t work ) when he had cindy near to provide her silent support. already his heart felt LIGHTER, the weight of feeling forgotten a little less heavy on his shoulders. his arms reached out behind him so he could lean back, & the smile he sent her way was genuine.