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Summer "The Witch" Moran ([personal profile] whichcraft) wrote2018-05-14 09:18 pm
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UNDER CONSTRUCTION
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[personal profile] photoshooter 2018-11-25 04:07 am (UTC)(link)
[Summer's strength gives out, and when it does, the murky unease, the week's worth of unresolved, compacted hurt Prompto's been pushing through crick-cracks and shatters open, lets everything else burst through.]

It's okay. [Untrue, but he says it. He feels it.] I'm okay. It--I'm not fucked up now.

[What he is is complicated to feel and impossible to explain, a disorienting, sloshy mix of guilt, still, and relief, and anticipation and betrayal and something overwarm that's sunk claws in him--not yet painful, but deep and impossible to ignore.

What he is tugs him towards her, yanks him across the cobblestones.]


I'm coming, A. I'm bringing you home. If--

[No. None of that. Big breath, Quicksilver, you heard what she said, and here she is, breaking for you.]

--That's what you want, right? That's what you need. Come--come home now. It's safe. We'll figure it out, we're not--I won't leave you behind.
messianic: (I have a rendezvous with Death)

[personal profile] messianic 2018-11-25 10:46 pm (UTC)(link)
Oh, no, it wasn't anything that serious.

[Minato follows willingly; even just having the walls to cut out the wind helps amazingly when it comes to the cold outside.

Still, it's going to be a long winter, he can't help but think.]


It was just me and a friend, honestly... he started the club but couldn't really get anyone interested. So we just worked on the projects he was interested in.
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[personal profile] messianic 2018-11-25 11:47 pm (UTC)(link)
[Thankfully, Minato is the anti-awkward--because this is definitely sort of an awkward quest to tackle with an acquaintance. Still, Minato just settles onto the couch next to her, reaching for one of the blankets.]

Yeah, I'm fine with that. At least it'll be warm. [!! That's all that matters to him, really.]

I think if we drape the blanket like this...

[Carefully, he sweeps it over the both of them.]

...We can both fit under it. [Without being super awkwardly close.

...Anyway!]


Yep, that's right. It's amazing the school let it continue to be considered a club.
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[personal profile] photoshooter 2018-11-26 12:46 am (UTC)(link)
[She's crying. He swallows.]

Almost there, girl.

[And he is, and he's fast, and he's there, peering up each staircase until he finds the one she's on. Like they're an inverse of Cinderella on the steps of the palace, Prompto stares up at Summer, breathing just a little hard, his shoes neither glass nor lost, neither of them dressed to dance. Instead of running away, he reaches up to her--not in princely invitation, but with both hands, like a child. Or like she's the child.]

Come on. ...I can carry you.

[Not like a princess, but piggyback, like they did on their way back from the last castle.]
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[personal profile] photoshooter 2018-11-29 02:13 am (UTC)(link)
[He shakes his head, steps forward, and opens his mouth again, but for some reason, watching her as her voice--contracts, sort of, the sounds scrunching together to match how she's sitting, all curled up--somehow, that glues his own words together in his throat, a huge lump he can't hack up.

Of course she's not too heavy. The first thing she did was float the both of them up, lighter than air. She's a bird soul, she's firelight, she's so skinny even Prompto worries about her, a little. They're all the sorts of things he's wished he could make himself. Useful. Admirable. Light.

(The prince grunted when he hauled him up out of the dirt, used both hands and said without thinking, "Heavy--!")

As he looks at her, his hands still held up and out, the only thing Prompto manages to get out past his past is this. The truth under it all. What he always needed to hear.

It doesn't matter if she's heavy or not.]


I want to.

[I want you.]
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[personal profile] photoshooter 2018-12-01 03:24 am (UTC)(link)
[Where Prompto guides her is the rest of the way to his chest, so he can wrap his arms around her and just hold her. So they can fit together again. That much hasn't changed. That's still the same. He breathes out, like a sparking wire's finally taped over once more. For now, they're safe.]

Yeah. A little later. I, I promised Iggy I'd help make dinner. [After a pause, Prompto shifts his hold so he can take more of Summer's weight against him. At the same time, he reaches up to smooth his hand down her hair. His eyes are closed, but he knows beneath his fingers, it's a dull, autumn brown. Homey. Like home. He inhales again, long and shaky like air is something new to him, and expels it with another promise.] We're going to make enough for all of us.

[What he's saying should be obvious. Breathing's starting to come more naturally now as he strokes Summer's hair. They're going back home.]

It's--I don't know if you'd have it where you're from. It's like, bird meat and egg mixed up over rice. It's good, I promise. Way tastier than I just made it sound.

[She's littler than him. Not tiny or anything, but just smaller enough that Prompto notices, every time. He rests his nose in her hair, then, light as a petal, touches his lips to the top of her head.]

Just come home now, where it's warm. When you're ready.
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[personal profile] photoshooter 2018-12-02 03:11 am (UTC)(link)
[It's okay bubbles out of him, helpless counterpoint--not because it is okay, but because the only way Prompto can imagine going on right now is to make it okay, for Summer. Everything she did is still done. They'll have to talk about it. Even he knows that.

But right now, she's crying in his arms. For him, even. And there's something he has to say, to make sure Summer knows before they go anywhere else, physically or conversationally. She has to know it the second he does, and that's right. Now.]


I love you, too.

[It's the second-absolute-worst time to say it, he realizes. But the first-worst time was when she did, after taking his color and leaving him unable to respond on any level, so fair's fair. It makes it a lot less fairy-tale, in any case.

Prompto holds Summer tight both to steady her and to keep himself grounded, drive the both of them solidly down into this moment. This is the realest he's ever been. They'll ever be.

Saying it to Ignis was different. That was stating a fact that's been true for years, and getting to tease him, too, a little bit. This--telling Summer--is making a decision. Realizing that fact, putting it into action. Prompto's placing his bruised heart in her hands with all the vulnerability she bared by stepping, slight thing that she is, into his arms. Like a light, feathered thing with hollow bones. That's all either of them is, sometimes.

He feels tall and protective and small all at once, holding her here on the stairs. Something inside him is shaking.

Maybe it's the friendless little boy he saw in the mirror.]


I want to say that now. So. S-so much.
Edited (Wait I can make that better) 2018-12-02 03:13 (UTC)
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[personal profile] photoshooter 2018-12-02 07:01 pm (UTC)(link)
[Crap, she's looking at him. He blinks back the brightness in his own eyes and puts on another smile for her, since the first one'd been such a hit. He catches part of his lip in his teeth, but then he bites it a little, and, in wryness at them, at this situation, it comes out all the more genuine. He really meant it. He really means it, when it comes to Summer.]

I dunno. I always thought you're really smart.

[He lets a beat pass, waiting for that little-kid wobbliness to get the hell out of his voice, then adds:]

Guess that just means I'm that much stupider and dumber, huh? C'mon.

[He leans backwards a little, just shifting his weight back on his heels, not even letting her go.]

Let's get off the stairs. Then I can carry you. I-it'd be really stupid and dumb to fall down the stairs.
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12/22

[personal profile] hypertoxic 2018-12-22 07:35 am (UTC)(link)
[ Hey Summer. Heard you got a plushie as a gift?

Because so did Vriska, and she is hauling this enormous, incredibly soft and squishy white spider plush through town. It's like three feet from head to questionable spider butt and unwieldy at best to manhandle, so Vriska is in a fine foul mood (and unable to see past it very well) when she literally bumps into someone. ]


Oh fuck, goddammit-- oh, hey, it's you.

[ Vriska is peering around the stupid spider plushie at Summer.

... and noticing the bear. ]


What. Is that.
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[personal profile] hypertoxic 2018-12-23 05:26 am (UTC)(link)
[ It's really a notable accomplishment on Summer's part that her rapidfire commentary actually gets Vriska to laugh. ]

You know, it actually is a nice change of pace for once. [ But Vriska's mood quickly sours again as she hefts the stupid floppy spider plush. ] Though I really wish it wasn't because of this fucking thing. Unfortunately for us both, there is nothing funny about it. It is just a horrible piece of garbage that deserves to go straight into a fire.

What's your story?
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[personal profile] hypertoxic 2018-12-24 04:20 am (UTC)(link)
Wait, it is? Why am I just learning about this? You'd think fire-throwing powers would come up in your first conversation with a person!

[ wow summer!!

but no actually she thinks that's pretty cool.

anyway she'll kind of nod slowly in understanding. ]


You know what, I am pretty sure you're right. I've never heard a purer declaration of feeling than that! [ har har. ] So who's it for, then?
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[personal profile] hypertoxic 2019-01-02 06:22 am (UTC)(link)
Good luck fooling me again! Obviously I am going to assume from hereon out that you are actually hiding godlike powers and simply sparing the rest of us peons.

[ Vriska offers a jerky shrug. ] Uh ... I mean, I dunno. I'm still thinking about it, I guess. [ Glances down at the spider. Despite how hard her words were, it's clear she's hesitating a little. ]
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[personal profile] photoshooter 2019-02-14 10:16 pm (UTC)(link)
[After his run, Prompto let their whole posse know he'd be out for the morning with only vague excuses as to why. There's a certain relief in the air around Chroma after the end of the heart event. Touching is normal. Everyone can return to business as usual, and maybe that's what sparks the sudden wanderlust; sure, contact is fine now, but also, they don't have to take quite a much care with themselves and everyone around them. There are things to do. Quests to fetch.

Later in the morning than is usually his wont, Prompto can be heard in his and Summer's hideout in Flavo, softly singing snatches of something to the inexpert strumming of a guitar.]
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[personal profile] photoshooter 2019-02-14 10:57 pm (UTC)(link)
Wah!

[The guitar strings jangle and buzz as Prompto yelps and misses his chord, and then he dashes to the window, opening it with wide eyes and the blushing, breathless beginning of a smile.

The guitar's still strung around his neck by a strap, but he only has eyes for her.]


Are you--are you seriously doing the boombox by the window thing?

[Some things transcend dimensions.]

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