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[whichcraft]

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UNDER CONSTRUCTION

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[whichcraft]

because i should've just kept my stupid mouth shut about the stupid flowers and i didn't and it made it weird

and then you bailed because you're too nice to blow me off to my face

i'm sorry i'm stupid and i fucked it up

[photoshooter]

i

no?

you're not the one who made it weird.........wasn't it what i said?

[whichcraft]

...that you wouldn't give them to ignis????

[photoshooter]

yeah?

[whichcraft]

i thought it was because you don't think i'm pretty

1/3

[photoshooter]

what??!??! no thats the exact op;'

[Hey, funny how the P key's so close to Enter, right?]

[photoshooter]

[He's a human disaster. They're both human disasters.]

[photoshooter]

can i see you?

[whichcraft]

only if you promise me one thing

i'm gonna do this because it's easier over text and then i'm accountable

i know this sounds stupid but don't let me leave without telling you about randy and the fucking monkeys

ok?

[photoshooter]

uh. what/

?

i mean ok i guess? randy and the monkeys. i can do that.

[whichcraft]

just trust me

don't let me get out of it, it'll make sense



meet you where?

[photoshooter]

hideout?

or i can go somewhere closer to you, it's ok.

[whichcraft]

no. hideout works.

i feel safe there

[photoshooter]

i'll bring food?

[whichcraft]

a whole potato?

(kidding)

[photoshooter]

it is potato. no promises about its wholeness.

[There's a pause, and then:]

(つ❀^◡^)つ☆ヾ(>ω<○)

be there soon, ok?

[whichcraft]

ok

i'll be there when you get there i think

[photoshooter]

k

[He knocks when he arrives, like he needs to be invited in to enter.]

Flor?

[whichcraft]

...It's your house, Quicksilver.

[Well, that's confirmation that she made good on her word and beat him there, isn't it.]

I'm just freeloading, c'mon in.

[photoshooter]

[In he comes, closing the door behind him and looking at her carefully before dropping his gaze.]

It's not, actually? I left the one I was supposed to live in to stay with Noct and Ignis. So I'm freeloading, too.

[He taps the toe of his boot slowly behind him.]

...You hungry?

[whichcraft]

...I'm always hungry.

[She hesitates a minute, pushing up and off of the wall that she's leaning against, and then slowly reaches up to the clasp at her throat and unfastens it with deft but halting movements of her fingers. When she shrugs out of her cloak, she lets the folds of it cascade over her forearms in inky-black waves, rolling and tucking it until it's vaguely bundled into something almost pillowesque.

It might just be the first time in Chroma that she's gone without it. But it's an impulse with its roots in that thing she'd blurted before, I thought you didn't want to look at me; maybe it's just that if he's going to avert his eyes from her, she doesn't want it to be because of her cloak. She needs to know it's because of something else.

Also, it gives her something to hug. There's that, too.

She's wearing a basic, ordinary T-shirt underneath, one that clings and betrays just how relatively thin she really is, when she doesn't hide it.

She's also wearing his pants, the ones she never gave back.]

I shouldn't mooch off of you as much as I do.

[photoshooter]

[Just like that, she's just a girl. Not a witch, not an adventurer, just a girl in a T-shirt and his roomy cargo pants. A kid like he could've been a year ago, when the Wall still stood and he barely dared dream of joining the Crownsguard, of being important to Noct like that. Like she must've been once, too, when she was learning how to drive.

His eyes start at her feet, then go up, past the long belt on his pants that hangs even longer off her hips, past that thin, thin T-shirt, up to her face once more.

She showed it to him, once. What it looks like underneath the magic. 'i thought it was because you don't think i'm pretty.']

It doesn't feel that way.

[He looks down at his hands. Then back up, tracing a line between her eyes.]

Like mooching. It... I've. Never been useful to anyone before. I mean--no one needs me. But I like to help. [He shuts his eyes, brows drawn, biting his lip.] I'm not saying this right at all, I keep messing it up. Do you like chowder?

[whichcraft]

You're changing the subject.

[She hugs the mess of her cloak a little closer to her chest, squeezing at it like a stuffed animal, burying her chin in a nest of the folds.]

...I like chowder. Do you —

[She seems to trip over that thought, and has to regroup to try it again.]

Do you like that I need you?

[photoshooter]

[He's reluctant to answer, but eventually, his head jerks in a nod and immediately hangs down again, ashamed.]

But that's bad, right? 'Cause then it's like... like I'm hanging out with you to make me feel good, but it's not that, I'm here because I like you. Y-you know? You could have ten million gil and own the city and I'd still like you, because you're... you're you.

[Maybe Ignis was right, maybe Noct needs him and that's what drew Prompto to his side in the first place, knowing he could do something for someone, it didn't matter who. But that's not why he stayed. That's not why he's still with Ignis and Gladio, they never needed him, they just... like him. And he likes them all so much.

Here, now: he likes her so much.

Blinking quickly, he takes a hot bowl of potato chowder out of the Armiger. Swallowing, he sets it on the table and steps back, holding his elbows, because he doesn't have a cloak to hug.]

I don't want you to feel like...

[Like he felt his whole life, before a girl captive in another country wrote him a letter. Dear Prompto, she'd said, and it was almost like the first time he'd ever heard his name.]

Like I don't care who you are.

[whichcraft]

[It's so strange, to stand here and listen to this, knowing the secrets she knows. It's so strange to listen to him apologizing for wanting to be needed, when she knows full well that one of her flaws is the complementary sin. Jason wanted to be needed, too. Jason always wanted to be a hero, to live out his delusions of grandeur, and she remembers how she'd played up the defenseless act early on just because it meant he would protect her, not for her sake but for the sake of having a damsel to save.]

...You ever heard of symbiosis? Ninth grade biology class. Two different organisms interact and there's all these different — like with parasites, it's good for one while also being bad for the other. Then there's another one, good for one but indifferent to the other. And then there's good for both. There's this fish that lives in the tentacles of a sea anemone, and the fish keeps away the other fish that would eat the anemone, and the anemone keeps away the things that want to eat the fish.

[She's babbling, maybe, but she's coming around to a point.]

I don't think...that it has to be mutually exclusive. And I think...you can like that I need you without liking me because I need you.

[And then she goes quiet a minute, with words caught in the back of her throat, before finally she manages to get them to dislodge and shake free.]

And I don't have anyone but I don't want just anyone — I want you.