#forsakehim

     “Whoa, whoa! Hey...” Prompto’s arms wriggle as he almost trips over his own feet, his mess of swaying limbs seeking for a solid surface. His face flushes with a pinkish hue, an index finger rubbing instinctively at his freckled nose. Then, Prompto huffs, chuckles, and a snort gets caught just in between the two. Talk about embarrassing.

     “Aw man... I’m totally beat,” Prompto wheezes, his legs staggering -- almost crumpling to the floor with exhaustion. The night drawls on, and the moon light is almost as tolling as the sun’s, reminding Prompto that they’ve been up and at it all day. He breathes out -- an exaggerated sigh past his lips that’s an attempt to garner the attention of the head-in-chief, who was none other than the strangely energy-filled prince. From where Prompto’s collapsed, his blue eyes peer to the prince, a silent plea in his irises.