#argxntcm

@argxntcm​ sent: “ ugh, man it’s so hot out here. is this how I’m gonna go? I’m too cute to die!” He states in over dramatic fashion. “My throat’s.... so.... dry... I think I can see the light.... it was nice knowing ya, tell the others I’ll miss them.”

Good god. It was getting to the point where Gladio wasn’t sure if Prompto was ever going to stop whining. It was hot. But, they were all pushing through it. It wasn’t his fault that none of his other companions were as willing to take their shirts off as he was. It helped, it really did.

Unfortunately, the water bottles were back with Ignis and the Regalia so, if he didn’t do something soon.... the migrane from listening to Prompto was going to kill him at the same time that the heat killed his blond companion.

I MEAN LISTEN. 

        and that is all she wrote my friend. 

@argxntcm​​ said: “ .... but that’s the thing, isn’t it? we’re two different people who weren’t s’possed to meet but we /did/ .... weren’t meana catch feelin’s and here we are. So what now. Huh? You really jus’ gonna walk away from it all? .... then that’s not the reno I know. “ shaking his head, teeth almost gritting as he spits his frustration, volume raising, tonality harsher than that of his usual ‘ happy go lucky ‘ attitude. Daring to step closer, a single digit prod’s light to his chest - the open flesh exposed - cerulean fixated on turquoise - he would be so hesitant to look away. “ look me in the eye and tell me you feel nothin’, that you don’t care and that this job is /all/ that matters to you. You tell me that?” A pause with shaky breath, raise of an eye for before regaining some form of composure to speak once more. “... then I’ll leave. “

     In this heartache the sun won't shine, the compulsion to end it all lingers ever so strong to give into its grasp. Every memory of the gunslinger, the good ones, the bad ones, they are that flame, the one thing that has been burning away every last reasoning why this relationship should last. The notion that their futures might continue on different paths brings a sadness that has gradually turned into anger and frustration. But it would be more selfish if he did hold onto what he loves so much while letting it get hurt when he couldn’t save it. How ironic, he’d say his most treasured would be his weapon, the one that he’s lost once before. But an item is replaceable. And Prompto isn’t. He’s not going to live it down if his love interest gets taken away from him yet again, or worse. How many times now?

     He’s afraid to take Prompto with him places when the chances of an aggressor making an attempt to attack a face from ShinRa is possible, and make use of his connections to bait him further in. They’ve managed to escape several times but it’s becoming obstreperous. At first, it’s been all fun and games until reality finally hits.

     But to take back time, when he felt happy. What is this love? A feeling he’s never truly believed he’s able to feel until the brightest of rays has shined over him. The sun. The guy he’s fallen for shines, from the radiant smile to his warm touch. The loveable look on his face, the innocent shape of his eyes, the addicting sound of his laugh. How could a man like him restore this cold heart of his this good? The wave of pure warmth has bestowed a form of happiness upon the Turk. Someone as gentle and not guilty of crime cannot be matched with his, originally, cold and calloused heart, ridden of its innocence. He is aware Prompto could defend himself but it’s so long until something worse could happen. Rivals have sniffed out their relationship and even if it’s not all too evident that they’re romantically involved, these people know Prompto is someone important to him. It’s so easy to take advantage of this factuality.

     And this has led the Turk to revert back to his cool and detached self, setting a lock to his heart. Which, has resulted in his offensive demeanor, making reasons to push away the blond. His fixation on work has become constant that he wouldn’t even step in a public place to wind off at. And perhaps this has given the wrong idea. Maybe, he would put his work before anything else. But, doing so, means he would protect Prompto from falling victim to a case that should not involve him. And he can no longer drag him in this. He doesn’t want it repeating again.

     His squinted gaze falls to the finger that’s poking his chest, with the exact intent not to look the other in the eye. Because he’s still very much infatuated with the blond and what he may intend to do isn’t what he really wants to.

     Pursing his lips, the Turk lifts his teal gaze and locks it with Prompto’s bright indigo optics. For a second, there is a flash of hesitance but it’s replaced by a stern look.

     He brings his left hand to grip onto his wrist, a fair grasp. One that is not too light and not too tough. One that speaks louder than any word he could blurt. He doesn’t want to let go. His rational thinking is convincing that he shouldn’t aim to hurt Prompto in any form, more than it’s already done without his knowing.

     “Y’want me to say that? ‘Kay then,” the hold to the hand is tightened, “I feel nothin’. I don’t care and my job is all that matters to me.” A brief pause.

     “— That’s what I’d say if I was aimin’ for the biggest damn lie I could ever muster.”

     Tension slowly evaporates from his shoulders like a weight that’s been sitting there for long.

     “Why’re are ya still this keen to be wit’ me when it brings ya pain? Sorry, this ain’t gonna keep goin’. Not gonna allow it.”

@argxntcm​​   //  starter

NOTHING BUT THE SUN SHINING OVERHEAD AND WHAT PROMISES TO BE GOOD WEATHER ALL WEEKEND LONG .   it’s been a while since he was able to get the whole weekend off     ;     usually something came up     ——     there’d been a lot of new recruits lately ,   not to mention the captain had him covering double shifts to cover for other people currently incapacitated .   being in the kingsglaive was always a matter of waiting .   waiting for the next shift ,   for the next deployment ,   for the next collective funeral for all the casualties lost in the field .   but a couple of favors shifted here and there ,   and nyx is free for the next three days .   it’s a LITTLE SLICE OF HEAVEN ,   accompanied by clear blue skies and good company .

these little trips are usually private .   not for lack of wanting to spend more time with his friends     ——     the people he practically considers family     ——     but it’s been an ONGOING TRADITION since he was younger .   if time allowed ,   whenever he felt overwhelmed ,   or in need of a break from the stress of everyday life ,   he’d pack a bag and go on a long hike ,   getting submerged in the greens of galahd ,   until he felt centered and at peace with himself again .   the NATURE ESCAPADES had to change a little once he moved to insomnia ,   but the BASICS ARE STILL THERE————     a little camping trip in leide ,   some rock climbing ,   sleeping under the stars in the middle of some haven .   NOT QUITE THE SAME ,   but close enough .

catch me over here staring at the three of you -- both is good but i don’t need to let ardyn loose in THAT fashion -- AND WHAT FLUFF? ARDYN IS FLUFFY FOR ONE PERSON AND THAT ISN’T HAPPENING WITHOUT WORK.

but hey if you want me to destroy ya --

The sounds of his footsteps was enough to give him away, heavy and clattering with an odd, almost unnatural amount of weight. However, despite the way he seemed to completely command a room simply by walking inside of it, his appearance was far more comparable to a cat. Before one would even know it, he was upon them, and such a fate had come on the poor, young Prompto. 

“Well now.” Ardyn’s voice cooed as he squatted down so as he could grip the boy by the jaw, forcing him upwards so that the two of them were forced to meet eyes. “Seems you have finally decided to join us.” He gave a slight smack to the blonde’s freckled cheeks before he returned to stand up, towering over the boy. 

❛❛      i daresay,      with your talent in photography    —      ❜❜            benevolence is the flow of parsed utterance brought to his lips,      curvature blessed   by ordained amusement as he regards you with such.      dawnbreak makes silhouettes of the universe,      scattered in flimsy shadows that retreat with each inch of celestial light that touches thus.      he is an entreating figure   that follows few footfalls at your heel,      offering you this freedom dome to categorize till your heart’s content.

𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉 𝒊𝒕 𝒊𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒐𝒃𝒍𝒊𝒈𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒍𝒕𝒓𝒖𝒊𝒔𝒎   that sees him play accompaniment in this early morningtide.      memories are but a fickle construct,      touched by the taint of ever - flowing time,      and he himself has never quite mastered the maiden touch of capturing the moment,      any moment.      he would leave that in your fretful fingers that never seem so much inert   than behind shutter lens,      turned skyward.            ❛❛      you could easily make a career out of it professionally.       ❜❜