#quick-silver-rp

The prince’s eyes softened and his lips quirked up slightly into a small smile as he thought of his best friend. “I mean, what’s not to like about Prompto? He’s- amazing...” Noctis blushed slightly, “he’s just, like, the greatest guy, ya know? Just so genuine and kind, not to mention hilarious! Like he never doesn’t make me smile, ya know? He’s also just so good at talking to anyone about anything, he’s just like a natural with things like that, all those things that I’m totally shit at... Its just- like I’ve never met someone who’s just- so perfect, I guess... Prompto’s just a different kind of guy, like there’s no one quite like him.” Noctis sighed, shrugging slightly, “I’m just... really lucky to have him... Plus he’s like so damn hot, and- and ok- I’m allowed to say that because he’s my best friend, ok? Prompto is hot as fuck. Yea I’d probably die if he ever heard me say that but it’s true! Also his freckles are totally the most perfect cute thing to ever exist so...” he coughed slightly to clear his throat awkwardly. “S-so yea... um I guess that’s what I lov- like about Prompto...”

I lost the thread and have been too embarrassed to say anything. it happened when I had like 20 asks in an hour the other day 8D))

“You need to relax, Argentum.” He told the boy. “You’re missing shots I have it under good authority that you can make. Don’t let my presence make you lose focus.”

“Uh, yeah. Sure.”

when they got back to camp,  Noctis had gone for a walk.  he was upset,  Ignis knew that much,  he was wasn’t sure what it was all about.  everything,  he supposed.  and Gladio silently set up camp,  leaving Prompto to tend to the injured Ignis.  “be honest with me,  Prompto.  am I getting better?”  he asks,  quietly.  he doesn’t like showing doubt,  but if he must show it,  somehow he feels better showing it to Prompto.  he wasn’t sure if he was helping at all,  though.  perhaps he was being more burden than he thought,  a distraction.

You know I ship them  👀 so hardcore

with a quick smile, he poses for the photo — though used to photography, as he photographs himself often, though, often alone. when the young man's lips press against his cheek his expression changes quickly before the photo is snapped, changed to one of confusion, before letting out a breathy laugh, as expected, he was caught off guard. ❛ aren’t you a sneaky one? ❜ he responds, putting his arm around prompto’s waist — ❛ do take it again, so that this time i can be prepared. ❜ offering a smirk, he gestures at the camera.

❝Keep your voice down,❞ Eden hissed, cautiously moving to the other. She picked her way carefully to the Blondie, avoiding being seen.