Puckish Photog

Anyone still here? Looking to start back up role playing now that I've graduated.

    The silent gesture offered out to her put a look of childish surprise on her face. A sense of innocence those who knew her seldom got to see unless they brought something to her that she was truly interested in.

     If asked, she’d admit that some of the thought and kindness behind this was lost on her. The offer in itself caught her attention, not the fact that he’d coordinated it perfectly with her appearance over all, and it wasn’t a conscious disregard. She really couldn’t tell at all, because in her eyes, the colors differed as her own heat had seeped into her scarf, but the flower was significantly cooler than herself.

      “Thank you,” she said genuinely as she took it, fingers delicate on the stem out of fear that she’d break it, though she knew it took much more force than that to do so. Her thumb brushed one of the petals’ outer edge, her head tilting enough so her hair would sway out of the way and allow her to see it fully. Flowers were among the simple things that would excite her in an instant, and that was likely clear with the moment she stayed enthralled by the softness of it’s petals.

     When she broke her attention, she pulled it back up onto the man that had given it to her. “I’ve not seen you out here before.”

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The smile it brought her made him smile, his flowers brought someone else happiness. The care with which she took the flower resonated with him. Someone else had the time, eye and care for flowers as well. Taking in her appearance as a whole, it made his smile real. “It’s an Evolian flame flower. Harnessing heat to grow strong through questionable weather.” He pointed to the flower he had handed her with excitement.

     Prompto was not only an easy sight, but a welcomed one. Really, any of the others could have been in the vicinity, perhaps even closer and willing to pay her the attention she wanted, but as it had become, gradually, over the while of their traveling, Prompto was immediately where her mind went, and that was something she’d taken notice of. She didn’t exactly understand why, if she was being entirely honest, but she assumed the reason behind it was the same one that often drew her into sitting a little closer to him, choosing his side when they’d find themselves at diners, and watching him more carefully than any others as they spoke.

     And similarly, the same reason that paused her in her steps as she’d started off toward him. There was a spike of something all too familiar as she watched the mechanic wrap her arm around Prom. Tya didn’t understand many of her feelings, but she’d be damned if she didn’t understand anger. Her teeth clenched, nails pressing softly into her palms before she watched the two of them stand and start to walk off, but something she’d learned in her time as a person was how to take a breath and hold back her response until she was right. She was still prone to outbursts, but the one thing she hated most was being wrong and looking stupid.

     So she inhaled and held it, her hands pulling up to press into her scarf, a tense grip on the fabric as she started slowly over to the two of them, intent on trying to keep Cindy away from what was, by no means, hers.

Cindy and Prompto continued to work on the car, making small talk and handing eachother tools. Prompto a little more alive now, still not into his regular flirting ways, but enough to pull his thoughts from eating themselves alive at the thought of last night and having to deal with it. At the sound of foot steps Cindy looked up to Tya and waved “Mornin’!” She called.

      Her reluctance to interact with the people on as wide a scale as some of her predecessors was often seen as a bad thing by her people. An antisocial queen set people on edge, but Tya was entirely unwilling to budge on her stance toward public speaking, no matter how often her adviser’s desperately tried to talk her into it. It was partly because of the fact that she had a mortal fear of the mere idea of standing at the head of an entire city and voicing some opinion she didn’t even care about, but it was also for things like this.

      She strolled the street unhooded, dressed in something entirely unbefitting of someone her status- layers upon layers of neutral colored fabric and a thick scarf that didn’t quite fit with the rest given the pop of red against the otherwise earthy tones. Yes, there were occasional glances in her direction- she’d been seen before under the crown, dressed in a gown she surprisingly didn’t despise despite it’s showiness, and yes, some people vaguely knew her face from the slaying of the queen before the queen before. The very imagery of a blonde woman with a trail of fire at her heels, bursting dramatically from the castle doors had become a commonplace, meaningful piece of art, but she wasn’t remarkable. Yes she could be the queen. Yes she could be the Maiden of Fire. But she could also be no one; an average woman trying to mind her own business. And that was why she benefited from this. To have her face be widely unknown meant she could roam without being bothered.

       And honestly, that fact never failed to please her. It was like she could be normal again. A bit bothersome to occasionally have people cast a sideways glance at her, and as anxiety inducing as they tended to be, some times she was to curious about that of the world outside the castle to care. 

     There was almost a skip in her step as she roamed the streets, hands buried in her scarf as she absently rubbed against the knit. She admired the vendors and the shoppers alike, taking notes of expressions, movements, tones of voices she could catch when near enough, all while curiously trying to recall where the city’s library was. An idle gaze landed on the vibrant flowers, her steps slowing so she may examine them. Their beauty wasn’t lost on her with the differences in her vision to another person’s, though she’d be lying if she said she didn’t wonder what they looked like normally, or even what they smelled like. 

Prompto, was a pleb. It showed, between his drive to try to make money, or his plain clothes. To be frank, Prompto did not know what the queen - or any royalty for that matter looked like. So even if he did know what the queen looked like, he was still too nervous to really focus on looking at anyone. He kept his head bowed, looking up every once and a while to try to survey the crowd and gain his nerves to call out his wares.

While trying to sell was new to him and nerve wracking, he loved his flowers, and sharing them, his love care and happiness with others was exciting. Nurturing them, learning them about their care and sharing his knowledge about them. If he could share a flower with the others to brighten their day or garden it’d keep the smile on his face, and food on his table.

     Alcohol was foul. Horrid liquid, why the hell anyone would want to drink it, Tya just couldn’t understand, at least not to begin with. She took one sip and gagged on it, the only thing remaining that was any semblance of nice was the burn that trailed the shot. It was damn near unbearable, but there was one thing worse that she could think of, and that was the way that Noctis behaved as he drank more and more.

     His presence was already infuriating enough, but it seemed that, as he consumed more of that shit, he started to loosen up, behaving like some ungodly mopey little bitch, and she just couldn’t stand it. Sure, he had reason, but that didn’t make it any easier to deal with. Something in her felt terrible over the fact that he felt terrible, and she despised every ounce of what a normal human being would call ‘sympathy’, and ‘caring for someone’. So she drank too, her focus more so on the taste than him, just to drown out the notion that she may just actually like him despite everything she put off.

      Unfortunately it had the opposite affect. The more she fell to this poison, the softer she became toward Noctis- the less it seemed so imperative that she hated him. Her jealousy over him gaining her guardian’s attention, and her distaste toward the arrogance she saw on him that he really didn’t display as avidly as she thought, washed away, and she was left with a desire to help. And.. Human’s liked physical attention, didn’t they? So, she helped.

       The only part of this situation that was fortunate seemed to be the fact that Gladio was left somewhat out of the loop of it all. Their sloppiness had been spotted by Prompto, and possibly foreseen by Ignis, but if Gladio had caught a single hint of this activity, he likely would have strangled Noctis for it- not that he was safe, because as Tya woke up the next morning, head pounding and body shivering thanks to her lack of clothing, she grimaced down at the sleeping boy at her side. There was still the smallest touch of adoration, but without the aid of alcohol, it was quick to disgust her and she had the urge to just put a pillow over his face and hold it for a few minutes, in the most casual manner possible. But rather than acting on that desire, she slid over him, gathered her clothes and angrily tugged all of it on and into place before groaning and starting back out of his room in search for another of their group- one she could actually stand.

Prompto had gone to help Cindy, he might as well put himself to work he debated. He also got to be in the presence of the grease monkey goddess, which was incredibly nice but also unhelpful at the fact she didnt seem to be as interested in Prompto as he was in her, she however played coy and enjoyed his company anyway.

He moped, slumped over the car she was currently working on handing her tools when she asked, she chatted away making small talk about one of the patrons at the garage, this continued while she worked for closer to an hour before wiping her hands on her jeans and resting beside Prompto.

“Whats got you all mopey now?” She cocked her head at him in a knowing way, her southern drawl keeping her question upbeat.

“Uh nothing!”Promptos demeanor was quick to straighten up.

“Come on now, Mr Sunshine hasnt smiled proper all morning.”

“I just -”He sighed. He didnt want to tell Cindy everything, it wouldnt be right of him. “ Sometimes its hard you know. Noct’s my best friend and hes the prince, hes got everything. Money, the looks, the clothes,he gets girls and hes good with them, and he can socialize without falling on his face. And then Im just a pleb, Everybody's got something in the group and my thing is being the pleb.” He Rubbed at his face, his voice dry from the exhaustion of tossing and turning last night.

    “Food,” she stated in a voice that was difficult to decipher. A bit of pleasure with a mix of annoyance, stemming from how wonderful that horrid necessity was. Her time before humanity didn’t much allow such luxuries, and to be blessed with someone like Ignis that actually knew how to make good things, was both a blessing and a curse for a girl that would often gorge herself to the point of sickness. Not to mention all the disgusting human biology that came after- it left her shuddering, though that was difficult to tell with the fact that she was already shivering. How she missed being made of fire.

    Her attention flickered back to Prompto, a small wave of heat being allowed to wash over her, though it wasn’t one she appreciated. “Oh I will,” she growled between gritted teeth. “That little brat… I should drown him.”

“Im hungry.” He whined as she pondered over food. “Lets make this quick then we can both be outta here quick warm and full ASAP.” His hands went from tracing along the wall of the cave to rub at his own arms, as the chill started to get to him. He flicked on his chesty light before returning his hands to rub at his arms.

    Tya tilted her head a bit at the offer, looking the candy over with curiosity. She didn’t take it, only extended a hand to touch the wrapper, flattening it so she could see it. “What is a twix?”

    “Oh I see,” she mused in return. “You’ve been working out just to carry my books for me, hm? Truly the epitome of a wonderful boyfriend.” As the car turned off, she pulled herself up off the door, her hand setting on the handle, but she knew well his behavior at this point. Because of this, she didn’t bother to open the door herself, just waited for him to do so. As he offered it, she set her hand in his and slid out of her seat.

    “Though I do have to ask:” she paused, squeezing his hand softly and tilting her head “are you alright?”

He bowed his head at her praise. “Its what you deserve.” He cooed. At her question a quick look of shock passed him. “Im fine. Perfect.” He gave an overly large smile before pressing a kiss to her lips and gesturing toward the book store.

    “I don’t doubt we’ll be fine handling the problem,” she assured with a small wave of her hand. “I’m more upset about the fact that I had to be chosen to be in the cold.”

     She let out a breath, adjusting her much too thin sleeves to better cover her despite the fact that it wasn’t doing much at all. “We should make this quick before I start to get mad…”

 Prompto nodded along with her complaints, trying to keep his shivering to a minimum. “Im sure we can get it done quick, and hopefully Specs will have some soup ready by the time we get back.”

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   A grimace formed upon the blonde’s face as one hand moved to rub the other with discomfort. She wasn’t overly fond of caves due to the uncertainty of them, and she’d admit (synonymous with complain), about having to due hunts for money. For whatever reason, when she recommended they just sell Noctis, her companions thought she was joking?

    A breath of annoyance then left her as she looked up to Prompto. “What is it exactly that we’re supposed to be hunting? I’m assuming something easy as it’s only the two of us…”

    She took in a deep breath, head tilting but in response to his reassurance, she said nothing. Leaning over against the window, she watched the road just as he did, and as they neared it, she breathed in deep with a small smile toward their location.

    “You cannot go wrong with a book store,” waving a hand aimlessly, Tya took a brief glance toward him. “Though this one does look very interesting. Do they have a type they sell here, or is it just anything? I wonder if they’ve anything old.”