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"I'm thinking about this one for myself," she added, whisking a hanger off one of the racks before her. A pale cyan midi skirt, satin and pleated, was clipped to it.

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Everything was going wrong.

Prompto was missing, he'd been separated from Ignis and Gladio and the icing on the damn cake was that his magic was being blocked so he couldn’t even access his armiger. He'd done a decent job avoiding a fight so far, his strategy being to run, but he couldn’t keep it going forever.

The ring felt heavy in his pocket but he had yet to muster up the courage to put it on. He'd always hated the damn thing – hated how it had always taken so much from his father. So many people had died for it – both those who had sought to wield it for themselves and those trying to give it to him.

It was a cursed thing and he wanted nothing to do with it, but he was slowly coming to the conclusion he'd been trying to avoid since he'd arrived at Zegnautus Keep. If he wanted to survive, if he wanted to save Prompto and reunite with the others, he'd need to use it.

Rounding another hallway, he skidded to an abrupt halt when he saw an MT on the ground. It didn't look active, but he'd been caught out before. Hesitantly, he skirted around it,  keeping his footsteps light until he was far enough away that he was certain it wouldn't suddenly come to life.

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✔ genuinely i'm p sure we're mutuals across like every blog i've made or something and yet somehow we have Not written which is an absolute tragedy ??? but i adore seeing u on my dash i mjust godawful at reaching out but rOCK ON ??? ur a star ! 

Its very rude of him to stare, but Pavi considers himself an exception to many societal rules. This man is  HULKING , looming above the mingling festival crowd like a lamp-post dressed up as a hobo- but something about his odd fashion and stature strikes a chord with him. Why was he here? Where was he going? Oh, Pavi just  HAS  to know. Forget whatever photo op Dad wanted him to do, it could wait. There would be another one, and another one after that. But there might not be another man the size of two after this.

He is big but Pavi is nimble. He cuts through the crowd with ease ( his status as a celebrity certainly helps- people stare and grope at him in awe as he makes his way toward his target ) and within minutes Pavi has intercepted him. He cuts off his projected route with a tiny little body. Staring up at him. Unapologetically.

When he brings the older man back to his hotel he expected something entirely different than Ardyn dissociating in his bed—at least he thinks that Ardyn is dissociating. It’s textbook, really. If there’s one thing Gladiolus has learned in his ample times rendezvousing with people to fuck, it’s that things often don’t go as planned, but they usually don’t go this bad for him. Geez. 

Gladiolus scratches at the back of his neck when Ardyn presses his face into Gladiolus’ thigh. He’s probably looking for something to ground himself with and the things Gladiolus would usually offer aren’t readily available. No ice to chew on. That’s usually helpful, but not so much when you’re in a cheap shitty hotel room. Gladiolus runs his fingers through Ardyn’s hair before pulling the cheap blanket over Ardyn’s shoulders.

“Hey, uh, I think you’re dissociating. I’m gonna try to help, okay? Just keep listening to the sound of my voice, all right?” He keeps stroking his hair in no strict pattern, trying to keep himself from doing anything too repetitive. No—that might make things worse. 

He sings a song he used to study too—he imagines his voice isn’t as calming as the singer’s, but it’s all he got so it’ll have to do. All the while he strokes Ardyn’s hair, calloused fingers brushing through untamed locks.

“We'll bathe often in light of the moon We'll sew clothes from the stem of our womb We'll bathe often in light of the moon We'll sew clothes from the stem of our womb

Oh, my sweet fairy The past is strong, strong, strong Touch not my bosom for I'll not get far, far Color your cartography in your dreams of me Maps will not lie, will not lie, will not lie in me

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