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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 2018-08-09 12:08 am (UTC)(link)
No!

[Prompto slaps his hand over his mouth, but the outburst's already burst out, too loud over her shaking, wounded honesty. Still watching her, how small she looks, his expression crumbles and he lets out half-breath, chest too calcified with remorse to expand fully.]

No, I didn't... that wasn't what I wanted to say. To you, when I--when.

[The words get tangled up. Tongue-tied always sounds so cute as a descriptor, no one ever talks about how much knots can hurt. He struggles with it and finally shoves out:]

No one likes me. I-I know that's not true anymore, not now, but... it was true. For a long time. And I still--I, I'm trying to explain what happened. Why I... left. [He flinches away from his own weak admission, then lowers everything, voice, head, hands. If he was too loud before, Prompto's maybe too soft now, and growing quieter.] It wasn't because I didn't want to give you the crown. I. I did. Want to. ...I was never going to give it to Ignis.

[Whatever the flowers mean, the crown was never meant for anyone but Summer. Prompto wraps one hand around the other, twists at his fingers, plucks at the fold of muscle in his palm.]

But if I gave it to you and you didn't want it, it would've been--weird, and nobody's ever wanted that from me. I'm nobody. The, the last girl I liked, I think maybe she doesn't even know my name, even after everything we've done for her. And even my parents, they adopted me and it was like they never--never really...

[His eyes are stinging and how unfair is that, when he's the one who hurt her? Ashamed, Prompto presses his lips together and then shakes his head, banishing it all, the excuses, the reasoning. He messed up. A small noise tries to escape and he muffles it, rubbing his knuckles under his nose.]

I'm sorry. I... if there's a flower that means "I'm sorry," I wish I could give it to you. For the flowers I should've given you then.

[Nothing he can do will fix this. He holds his hands low in front of him, palms up, in supplication or surrender before crystal blue light illuminates them, tinkles away, withers. Loose petals, red-yellow, fall to the floor, but in his hands, fresh and unchanged from the day he made it, is the crown. Her crown. White, violet, pink, red.

Prompto holds it close without crushing it.]


I'm a jerk. I picked them because they reminded me of you. And the way I... feel. When I'm with you. [Pink and blooming, that peony. Dandelion bright in her hands. He raises the wreath before his face like a shield so she can't see him bite down on his lip.] I should've given them to you anyway, but now I messed everything up. I'm sorry. I'm not--I've never been good, no matter how hard I try.

[Never been good enough. Never been anything but a failure. Shivering, he tries to swallow.]

Of course you're pretty. You're so pretty, and funny, and, and... and you made me like the color red again. Because it's yours. And I thought--I thought--I didn't want to mess it up and make you not like me anymore, but that was worse, and I'm so. I'm so stupid, I'm so sorry, I didn't want to hurt you...
Edited 2018-08-09 00:12 (UTC)
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[personal profile] photoshooter 2018-08-09 01:32 am (UTC)(link)
[The taut, spiraling thread of his thought snaps. She's touching him, she's calling him Prommy--Prommy?--she has him by the wrists and she's so close. He blinks, eyes bright within the circle of flowers; they flicker aside, not to dodge her gaze, but to think back.]

I had... my flowers all laid out in piles. By color, in order like the rainbow. I ended up with so many blue ones, I started there, but...

[Prompto turns his face slightly to the left, like he can still see them arrayed in front of him. In her grip, his arms tremble almost imperceptibly.]

I went to look at the pink ones, and I saw the rosebud behind one of them like it was hiding, and. It reminded me of you. Something... beautiful, hiding under something else.

[Helplessly, he brings the wreath an inch down again so it blocks his eyes. He can't stop himself.]

And t-then I was thinking about you, so I looked for an iris with colors more like Jerry and put that in. And I looked at the pink one again, and I thought. I thought it looked happy.

[He chews his lip again, and the last comes out in a rush.]

When I'm with you, it feels like how that flower looks. The, the shape. And the color. I know that doesn't make any sense...
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[personal profile] photoshooter 2018-08-09 02:17 am (UTC)(link)
--!

[He makes a funny squeaking noise in his throat and lets go of the wreath immediately.]

...

[Now it's the floor that has been crowned most beautiful, over runners-up Summer and Ignis. Prompto stares at it numbly, then, faintly jittery, still uncertain what's happening, his gaze gradually comes back up.]

...I can t-try again?

[At the mechanical motion of giving it to her, which he's literally just fumbled, or at giving it to her, which he failed before, in the garden, wreathed in blue.]
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[personal profile] photoshooter 2018-08-09 08:45 pm (UTC)(link)
[It takes a second, but once that second passes, so does the wail Prompto's bottled up inside since that day, like a breath held so long it turned to pain instead of air. It's like winter starting to give way--not to warmth, not yet, but to movement, soft and startling: the first quiet drip of sun-melt, a damp branch springing free of snow.

Like that, Prompto's anguish starts to thaw. After a couple tiny, false starts, he breathes out into her hair and brings his arms around her, too.]


I'll try. ...I don't know any other way to be, but--I trust you. [Blue tulips. Those are for trust.] I do. So even... if I don't understand, I can... I can trust you.

[If Prompto can't believe he's enough for her, he can believe her. She circled behind him and put her hand on his head and promised she wouldn't let him hurt her.

Young things, barely green, push up through the frost. He lifts his chin just a hair.]


It's okay...? To...

[To give her the rosebud tucked behind the peony, bracketed in irises: Can I say this, will you hear?]

To want to be the one... who thinks you're the prettiest?
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[personal profile] photoshooter 2018-08-10 02:52 am (UTC)(link)
[He's quiet, aware of her breath, her mouth against his shirt, her fingers' grip in the fabric. Right here, like this. Is this where he wants to be?

His fingers find her hair, smooth carefully, slowly, down the plane of her back. Prompto's always been the smallest, but here?]


I feel... like there are more important things than being safe, here. Like I can see them, when I look at you.

[It's not that she makes him feel big and strong. It's just... the fact that he's not, it doesn't matter so much. Prompto forgets what he's not, and when he does, he can suddenly be more than he isn't. He gulps and skims his hands down her arms until they cup her elbows.]

I, um. I thought you didn't remember kissing me. Or that you didn't like it, because you didn't say anything about it after, so... I tried not to think about it.

[Carefully, moving as gently as he can so as not to break her hold but slip down through it, Prompto kneels to retrieve the flowers from where she pushed them aside, one hand still on her arm. Connection; I'll be right back. That's what he'd meant with the dandelion, something like this.

He looks up, flowers in hand, on one knee.]


I'm really dumb. I'm way dumber than you, don't pretend like I'm not, Flora. Let me make it up to you. Please. I--I want to be with you. Where you are.
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[personal profile] photoshooter 2018-08-10 11:33 pm (UTC)(link)
[Breathe.]

Okay.

[All the noise in his head that's been blocking so many of her word starts to quiet and flicker low, like a fire going out. He takes another moment down there to take stock of himself, of both of them; the wreath is cool and pliant between his hand, the floor hard under his knee, her fingers real in his the way only things that are alive can be, solid and flexible and capable of surprise.

As he rises, Prompto wonders if he feels the same in her hand. If he's so unexpected to her, too. He reaches up and settles the crown on her brow, where it belongs.

It feels like the first time his feet have landed solidly on earth in days, when he looks at her. Like something's not going to scatter him with a blow. He's here, with her, where she wants him to be; he can hardly believe it, but he trusts her, and so he doesn't have to. He knows it.]


I think you're the most beautiful.

[His voice is soft and shy, still, but he doesn't stammer. He adjusts the leaves and petals carefully so he can see her eyes.]

And I want... to do things... that are special, only for you. Like. Like calling me Quicksilver, only... more. All the time. That's okay?
Edited 2018-08-10 23:33 (UTC)
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[personal profile] photoshooter 2018-08-11 02:02 am (UTC)(link)
...W-wait, right now? [Some of the spell's broken, he's startled out of just looking at her, just echoing her words three times in his head before he hears their meaning.] Um, I don't know, I'm really bad at names. Called a sorta-divine being "Tiny" before I found out her real name...

[The mumbling is automatic, like the noises a CPU makes to itself as it processes something unseen.]


How about... about...

[Look at her, so vibrantly colored, life at the height of its power and beauty. She never needed a crown, and now that she has one, it's just another symbol of her, of what she stands for, to him. Prompto's mouth hangs open a second before he says anything, before he takes his risk.]

Aestas?
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[personal profile] photoshooter 2018-08-11 12:59 pm (UTC)(link)
I like you.

[It catches up to him all at once, the realization that this is all happening, that not only doesn't she hate him but she likes him--wants him--thinks they're not just friends anymore. He glances down suddenly, but that hangdog, heartbroken look scatters entirely for reddened cheeks and huge, wide eyes instead.

I'm a piece of shit, said his face before, or I fucked up. But that's obliterated by the sheer force of oh, damn, son!

His eyes skitter back up, down, to the side and then up again as he sucks in his lower lip to chew it in an entirely different way than before: not wretchedly, but with his nerves tuned to a simpler key, Fidget in C Major.]


So I would... only use it here? Or in. Secret messages. Like if we had an exchange--notebook.

[If any more color floods to his head, his face might explode.]

'Cause other people stole Flora from me already. Jerks.
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[personal profile] photoshooter 2018-08-11 02:22 pm (UTC)(link)
[(⁄⁄•⁄o⁄•⁄⁄)

She could probably fry an egg on his face at this point. It's like he's looking and breathing through some warm, pink cloud. There should be flower petals, and, absurdly, he realizes there are. There are flowers in her hair. He put them there.]


I can--I can do that. Secret messages. I, I, I like spy codes and stuff. We already have a hideout.

[We.]
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[personal profile] photoshooter 2018-08-11 02:40 pm (UTC)(link)
We have accents. [Well. Like. Obviously. Ignis has one.] Aranea has these two guys, I can't even understand them half the time. ...What's yours like?

[He doesn't even know what he's saying anymore, not really. She's smiling.]
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[personal profile] photoshooter 2018-08-11 03:03 pm (UTC)(link)
[The odd accent draws an unexpected, half-open smile out of him. He's not in control of his face, it just happens, it just comes out in response to her; she has that power over him.]

Aranea? A friend. She helped me out of that place in Niflheim, you'd like her. Biggs and Wedge, her guys, they talk like...

[He thinks about it, gathering his memories, and his hands rise unbidden to her arms, just to stay there. For contact. And then he breaks out the Cockney.]

Oi! Wotchu pokin' about here for, then, eh? 'Avin' a lark in the swamp, are you?

[It's terrible. He's terrible.]
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[personal profile] photoshooter 2018-08-11 05:57 pm (UTC)(link)
Same. I mean, they're from different places, I think.

[It wouldn't really make sense for Biggs and Wedge to be from Tenebrae, even though they certainly wouldn't be the first Tenebraens to rise in the Empire's ranks.]

But Ignis sounds fancy to us, too, and Biggs and Wedge sound like... you know, normal guys. Working class people. Aranea's people came up from the bottom, you can tell.

[Aranea, too. She's street smarts all over, and he always appreciated that about her. Once she stopped trying to kill Noct, anyway.]

Maybe I'd've sounded like them if I actually grew up there. Can you imagine?
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[personal profile] photoshooter 2018-08-11 06:58 pm (UTC)(link)
...Lucky me.

[He means it, and he's smiling, finally, not here and gone but on his face to stay. Clouds B Gone; Prompto has his own silver lining.

((〃v〃))]


So are we, um. You and me, we're...?

[Back and forth, he rocks slightly on his heels, slow vent of nervous energy--but good nervous. Grounded nervous. Hopeful and warm.]

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