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‘ stay....stay away from me !! ’ 

the blonde has a makeshift weapon pointed towards him  ,  but it’s trembling from his hands.  he’s cold  ,  tired  ,  hungry  ,  &  afraid.  afraid he’ll be dragged back  ,  put through more hell  ,  or that they’ll  kill  him.  this guy is new  ,  roxas hasn’t seen him before  ,  &  that puts him on edge.  his weapon  ,  no more than a simple spear  ,  is still pointed at the other blonde  ,  eyes narrowed.  he wonders if the barcode on his wrist will be a death sentence.  it’d be better than everything they’d put him through so far. 

@faultedcodes​ sent: ❣️to find my muse under the mistletoe

Gladio swore mistletoe wasn’t so prominent in previous years. Though, maybe his bar crawling near holidays just wasn’t the place to find the plant. Put mistletoe there and everyone would be kissing all night with enough alcohol in them.

He also didn’t think they’d be spending Christmas so far from home but, that’s just how this journey was going. Endlessly on the road. He’d been walking the Lestaullum market, between the stalls for a small trinket for each of his friends. He had an annoying singing fish for Noctis, some locally sourced more expensive ingredients for Ignis to inspire new recipes and for Prompto... he’d sneakily bought Mistletoe.

it hasn’t been that long since insomnia fell  &  yet terra feels like it’s been a  lifetime  .  insomnia is  gone  ,  his home now lay in ruins.  people he cared about could be dead or  worse  ,  &  it weighed on him heavily.  he didn’t want to think about the fact that everyone he ever knew  &  loved could be gone.  &  that brought him to lestallum  ,  waiting for the refugees from insomnia.  he hadn’t had any luck searching wherever else he could either  ,  it was more disheartening than he could ever say.

he’s on the verge of giving up  ,  accepting that there might be no hope  ,  when terra catches a familiar figure out of the corner of his eye.  hesitantly  ,  nervously  ,  he calls out to him  ,  taking a few steps forward.

@faultedcodes​ said: "I can't be in love with you!"

the words hit him like a solid  blow  to his chest.  it almost knocks the air out of him  ,  but noctis stands firm.  prompto’s right  ,  he  can’t  be in love with him.  he’s getting  married  ,  or at least he  thinks  he still is.  &  sure  ,  he loves luna  ,  she’s an old friend  ,  but it’s complicated.  she was always distant  ,  so far away  ,  her love was too far away to be felt.  prompto’s  here  ,  now  ,  &  noctis can barely think straight.  it aches  ,  everything seems to hurt lately  ,  the emotional pain all feels  physical  suddenly.  his mouth is too dry for this.  he takes a step forward  ,  he can barely look prompto in the eye now.

one hand on the blonde’s shoulder  ,  noctis thinks this is as close as he’s gotten to  peace  since they left insomnia  ,  the city in ruins now.  if the peace treaty had been a lie  ,  what else was ??  the only people he trusted anymore were here.  &  all he can make himself say is nothing like what he wishes would come out. 

‘ you....love me ?? ’ 

if he was smart  ,  noctis thinks  ,  prompto wouldn’t be.  not that prompto  isn’t  smart  ,  but it’s all so much  ,  too much at once.  he doesn’t want to have this conversation  ,  he just wants to  sleep  . 

take picture and admire c:

The curse of being the king’s shield is that he’s incredibly light sleeper. He’s been trained to be like this, to wake at the slightest of motions or sounds. When Prompto stirs he puts up a valiant effort to be quiet, but it still awakens Gladiolus nevertheless. He keeps his breathing level, figures that maybe Prompto just needed to go out to get some air, but he has a sinking feeling that something might be wrong—and Gladiolus has always been one to listen to his gut instincts.

He waits a few minutes before getting up silently. His own footsteps are well practiced. He may not like stealth, but to be as deadly as he is, he needed to know multiple forms of attack. Granted, this is not an attack, but. . .one could never be too careful. 

When Gladiolus steps out of the tent he’s not surprised to hear that Prompto is crying. He’s known for a while that Prompto struggles with image issues, struggles to feel like he belongs. He’s usually not one for touchy feely bullshit, but Prompto brings out a softer side of him. When he steps forward he gives Prompto a knowing look. Prom doesn’t need to tell Gladiolus why he’s crying. He doesn’t need an explanation.

What he doesn’t expect is for Prompto to kiss him—him of all people! Gladiolus thought Noctis is more Prompto’s speed, but regardless of his own misgivings Prompto’s lips are pressing softly against his. He’s so caught off guard that Gladiolus doesn’t have the chance to return the kiss like he wants to. Then, just like that, Prompto goes back to sitting curled into himself and Gladiolus’ heart aches.

     @faultedcodes​ said: 💋 to ignis :3                                       meme / accepting!       2/5

      it’s not that ignis didn’t like the physical affection that came from the rest of the boys --- in fact, it was rather nice to watch as everyone hung off each other in half - hugs and cautious touches. he was never one to truly participate, always keeping an arm’s length. a retainer wasn’t someone who was allowed to be friends with his charge, or with those his charge made friends with. mossy gaze wandered over the others with a fond admiration, though was caught by surprise by prompto. ❝ everything alright? ❞ the male plays coy, arms folding over his chest so he couldn’t be dragged into the other blond’s game.