prompto (sharpshock) wrote in winterdale, @ 2021-12-31 17:18:00 |
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Entry tags: | character: prompto argentum, fandom: ffxv |
Who: Prompto ft. Best Gurl Pryna
What: Having a bad time
When: Wintertime
Where: Their home in Orrinshire
Rating: PG-13 but TW for flashbacks because Ardyn sucks.
Status: Narrative or Open
Most days when Prompto woke up next to one of the other guys, he was already in a good mood. He had somebody to snuggle or talk to about their plans for the day. He’d sleep in another half hour with Noct, or quietly trade secrets with Iggy, or double over laughing if Gladio tried some smooth one-liner on him. Those mornings were always special – the good days when Prompto had pleasant dreams and an appetite to take on whatever adventures were ahead of them. But some mornings were different. More than once Prompto had woken up in a daze, a lingering memory of Ardyn at the forefront of his thoughts. He had been chained up again. Ardyn was talking, taunting, and Noct hated him so fiercely, and then there was Ardyn’s hand brushing against his face— Prompto was frozen stiff when he thought about it, feeling every sensation as if it were the first time. It always played out until a certain point unless something interrupted it. But then suddenly Ardyn would vanish and Prompto could see what was in front of him again. The sun was shining. It was time to start his day. There were times he could shrug it off. And other times – times he didn’t like to think about – the memory would start again or become something else equally upsetting. He knew how to take care of himself afterwards though. He just needed to get up and go, even when the idea of functioning like it was any ordinary day felt like scaling a mountain. Usually he had better luck if he just cuddled up with Pryna on the couch for a little while. Maybe he’d listen to Iggy cook, or pick up whatever book Gladio was reading. That wasn’t so bad. It was normal. It was calming. He just really hoped he didn’t look like anything was wrong. That memory was one of those things he kept locked up. One day he’d probably have to address it head-on, but the phrase not today had unfortunately become a reoccurring mantra. They all had baggage. Prompto was happy he had found small ways to cope with his. He managed to get half-dressed after the flashback hit him this time, which was an accomplishment. Wearing someone else’s sweater and his own pajama pants could have totally been a fashion choice – and Pryna seemed to know she was needed when he came downstairs to the sofa. “Hi Tiny.” He still smiled brightly at her, this very regal and magical animal. She was always a welcome presence. “Were you waiting for me? How do you know these things?” He gave her face a gentle rub as he had a seat next to her. “You’re so smart, huh? And the cutest. Don’t you forget it. Daily affirmations, right?” He smoothed her fur back and enveloped her in a hug, lowering his voice. “I’m so happy you and Luna are okay.” It was a difficult start to the morning, but that didn’t mean the day had to be bad. Nothing was so bad anymore, really. Some moments could be tough, but that was all they were. Dumb fleeting moments. |