#mtbutnotempty

When it happened, Noctis wanted no one near him, wanted his friends to be gone. And safe. But Prompto wouldn’t leave, he stayed-- he stayed even thought the prince kept asking for him to go. Go be safe. Go. Go. Go. Yet he never did. Ignis and Gladio left to find a way to reverse this. He’s not sure how describe what it felt like... cold, wrong, suffocating. There are times when he’s not himself, when all his thoughts are dark and all his is are claws and teeth.

His friend has suffered the brunt of it, the bad days where Noctis was feral, and would have no qualms about hurting him. Those days, he barely remembers being anything other than what he was now. Noctis was gone, and in place was this daemon. 

Today, it wasn’t so bad. Noctis was rather pleased with himself as he settled on top of the other’s back. His ‘prey’ not fighting, which made it all the better. Let’s out a yawn, and seemed almost content to stay there for the rest of the day. Then his fluffy yellow ‘prey’ spoke, tilts his head to the side, the slightest of frowns on his face. Contemplating silently, before digging his claws in, a warning to his ‘prey’. ‘Run and I’ll drag you back here’. 

Prompto

➷ @mtbutnotempty

The kid was persistent, Nyx had to give him that much. Almost every training or drill day, the blond would be right in the same spot and studied the Glaives' moves; and then, he'd sit there and ask anyone who'd listen for advice.

Eventually, his bleeding heart finally caved in and Ulric started to take the younger man under his wing. At first, it was mostly fitness drills and practices (probably no one's favorite ) for the first few meetings.

want a random starter? ( 🎶 for me to use my favorite line of the last song I listened to as a starter ) | ACCEPTING

ϟ          When the blonde pulled up a chair to sit at an otherwise unoccupied table, sapphire hues had narrowed, a litany of brash words waiting to be uttered, resting just on the tip of her tongue. But then, she realized, the freckled face was a familiar one -- he was part of the prince’s entourage. Though Lightning herself hadn’t had much in the way of dealings with the prince, she’d caught sight of and had exchanged but a handful of words with Prompto on multiple occasions in Insomnia ... when the Crown City was still a sparkling gem and hadn’t lain in ruins.

          There was some menial chatter -- as much as a usually stoic Lightning could manage --  before he posed a question. Arms folded over her chest as a critical gaze surveyed the blonde gunslinger; he didn’t look like much, but the Glaive knew better than to judge on appearance. If he’d come this far at Noctis’ side, there was little doubt that he was a formidable ally. ❝ On the battlefield, when everything is chaos, you have nothing but the way you feel, your strategy, and a sword. ❞ 

symbols for the mun // still accepting

Noctis glances at his friend. At least Prompto was on his side about the food. He let out a soft sigh and groaned when his stoumch growled. “Second on that. Wonder if iggy can make us something later?”

This job wasn’t normally one given to a glaive, but Nyx had been given the choice between this and another stint on Gate Duty, and he’d opted for this instead.  Normally, those training for the Crownsguard trained with the actual Crownsguard, but they’d sent the kid over to him instead.  Nyx hadn’t been told much beyond the kid’s name - Prompto Argentum - and that he’d be Nyx’s responsibility for the time being.

‘Put him through the paces’ had been the order given to him, and nothing beyond that.  Still, almost anything was better than being stuck at a gate with Fortis looming over him all day.  Kid couldn’t be that bad, right?  Unless...no, they wouldn’t give him some overbearing, stuck up, Upper Class Lucian would they?  Something like that would be a punishment, but Nyx couldn’t see any of that sort willingly mucking about with the refugees, even if they were some of the best warriors in Insomnia.

The sound of approaching footsteps caught Nyx’s attention, and the sight of an unfamiliar blond in the training area told him this was probably his trainee.

[message to: PomPom] “Seriously? Being lazy all day in my hoodie? Half naked as well, huh? What are you doing? Tell me Prom.”