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π· [QUEST CATCH-ALL] You're dripping like a saturated sunrise
Who: Prompto Argentum and, for Quest 32: Ignis, Summer, and Noctis; for the fallout of Quest 35: OPEN!
Where: Quest 32: Bluohaus and his hideout in Flavo; Quest 35: out and about Chroma
When: November 3rd to November 12th
What: Prompto throws himself into the grateful spirit, but when illness is the thanks he gets, he goes a little... grey about the gills.
Warnings: Gross black stuff disease, Final Fantasy XV spoilers (probably),
NOV. 3RD TO NOV. 5TH: QUEST 32
[The minute Prompto sees the quests pop up on the forum, he knows what he has to do. Finally, a quest he can totally, absolutely get behind! Not only does he understand the sentiment, but of course nothing bad can come of it, ever.]
i. your little brother never tells you but he loves you so (ignis)
[In some ways, Iggy's the easiest, because all the things Iggy does for them reveal what's important to him, too.
Prompto sneaks out of bed early--very early--to tiptoe to Bluohaus's common area. There, he ties an apron around himself, clips his hair back, rolls up his sleeves, grabs a dust cloth, and nods.
By the time Ignis wakes, the kitchen nearly gleams, tidied and dusted and wiped clean and smelling of fresh coffee. Breakfast is ready, too: It's simple fare, toast and cheese and fruit, but it's warm and it's plated and it's waiting there for him. There's coffee. There's orange juice. And a few pressed sprigs of lavender have been placed in an extra mug to give some color to the table setting.
There's also a letter from Prompto.]
Dear Iggy,
Thank you SO MUCH for everything you do for us. We'd totally fall apart without you man!! You're smart and cool and levelheaded and you care so much I don't even know how you do it! (=^v^=) Thanks especially for remembering my b-day. I would've forgotten all about it and it means a lot that you went out of your way for me. You're the best!!! βοΎ.*ο½₯ｑοΎ
(Sorry I didn't make breakfast for Noct or anyone else. I wasn't sure when they'd wake up but you're almost always up even before me. Consider this breakfast special just for you! (*οΌΎβοΎ)Ρ)
-- Prompto
ii. you touched me and suddenly i was a lilac sky (summer)
[Summer's harder, if only because he has to factor in what girls like and what she, not just any girl, likes in particular, and what's okay to say and to give and what's not cool this soon--or is it even 'soon'? Is there, like, a trajectory? Is he overthinking this?
He's probably overthinking it.
Anyway, it takes him until later on the 3rd to come up with something, but he's pretty sure it's a nice idea.
Gathering the materials he needs doesn't take too long, and luckily, he's gotten pretty okay with a hammer and nails (heh, and wood) of late. He works on it behind their hideout in Flavo and only has to go inside once he's done to set it in a place of honor in the bedroom--where the sunlight will hit it in the morning, but where it'll stay warm and cozy inside.
It's a birdhouse, orange and purple paint mixed until he managed to get a friendly shade of red for the roof, padded inside with hopefully appropriate nesting material, twigs and miscellaneous fluff. Prompto was going to paint "JERICHO" above its entrance, but stopped when he realized he didn't know how to spell it.
So he painted "HOME" instead. He steps back, smiles at his work, and then goes to see if Summer's here. If Summer's home.]
Hello? Ace, you here?
iii. you were a vision in the morning when the light came through (noctis)
[Of course Noctis's takes the longest. What do you get the king who once had everything?
Prompto knows exactly what he wants to do. He's been thinking about it for weeks, actually. This is just an excuse to finally make it happen. Most of it he prepares at the hideout over the 4th, but it's easy to bring back to Bluohaus once he's done. It's easy to sneak back into the room just after dawn, when Ignis is awake but downstairs and Noct's still sleeping.
In the early morning light, he papers one wall of the room with drawings. But they're not drawings of just anything. They're amateurish, to be sure; Prompto's no sketch artist. But they're recognizable renditions of the best photos from his camera, moments of triumph, of friendship, of stupid poses in front of diners and sheer badassery in a sahagin's face, of the places they've visited and the faces they've loved. Over the last day or so, Prompto's drawn enough to cover a good section of the wall with memories of their journey. Of the good things that happened, not just the bad.
Only when he's arranged them all to his liking does he go to shake Noct awake.]
Hey. Noct, buddy. Can I show you something?
NOV. 5TH: QUEST 35
you're ripped at every edge but you're a masterpiece (summer)
[He doesn't even know where he's run to. All he knows is running, is having run. He squats somewhere cold, close to the trees. In the trees, maybe. His whole body's broken into a sweat, but he's shivering uncontrollably, wracked with horror.
He did that. To Noct. He just wanted to thank him for everything, for--for always being there, and.
He did that. Like he gave the flowers to Summer, he gave--that. To Noct.
Gulping for air and gasping out guilt, wishing he could throw up except there's nothing in his gut to expel, Prompto folds until his forehead touches ground, hands pressed over his face, like he can un-see what he did. Like he can disappear.
He makes a crying, choking sound with no words.]
NOV. 6TH-12th: QUEST 35 FALLOUT; OPEN
everything is grey: his hair, his smoke, his dreams (OTA)
[Today, a grey figure dressed warmly in black sits on the steps outside Bluohaus, dull-eyed and devoid both of color and movement. Only the breath that fogs out of his mouth shows any sign he's alive at all.
Sometimes, he stirs enough to take a walk, but his interest always seems to wane before he gets anywhere important. He stares at windows without really seeing them. His eyes follow a bird's movement without really registering it. He doesn't take out his camera.
With no yellow to color it, his hair's so pale a grey it looks almost white. His freckles are just light flecks of soot on his blank face.
Prompto Argentum's lost his color.]
Where: Quest 32: Bluohaus and his hideout in Flavo; Quest 35: out and about Chroma
When: November 3rd to November 12th
What: Prompto throws himself into the grateful spirit, but when illness is the thanks he gets, he goes a little... grey about the gills.
Warnings: Gross black stuff disease, Final Fantasy XV spoilers (probably),
NOV. 3RD TO NOV. 5TH: QUEST 32
[The minute Prompto sees the quests pop up on the forum, he knows what he has to do. Finally, a quest he can totally, absolutely get behind! Not only does he understand the sentiment, but of course nothing bad can come of it, ever.]
i. your little brother never tells you but he loves you so (ignis)
[In some ways, Iggy's the easiest, because all the things Iggy does for them reveal what's important to him, too.
Prompto sneaks out of bed early--very early--to tiptoe to Bluohaus's common area. There, he ties an apron around himself, clips his hair back, rolls up his sleeves, grabs a dust cloth, and nods.
By the time Ignis wakes, the kitchen nearly gleams, tidied and dusted and wiped clean and smelling of fresh coffee. Breakfast is ready, too: It's simple fare, toast and cheese and fruit, but it's warm and it's plated and it's waiting there for him. There's coffee. There's orange juice. And a few pressed sprigs of lavender have been placed in an extra mug to give some color to the table setting.
There's also a letter from Prompto.]
Dear Iggy,
Thank you SO MUCH for everything you do for us. We'd totally fall apart without you man!! You're smart and cool and levelheaded and you care so much I don't even know how you do it! (=^v^=) Thanks especially for remembering my b-day. I would've forgotten all about it and it means a lot that you went out of your way for me. You're the best!!! βοΎ.*ο½₯ｑοΎ
(Sorry I didn't make breakfast for Noct or anyone else. I wasn't sure when they'd wake up but you're almost always up even before me. Consider this breakfast special just for you! (*οΌΎβοΎ)Ρ)
-- Prompto
ii. you touched me and suddenly i was a lilac sky (summer)
[Summer's harder, if only because he has to factor in what girls like and what she, not just any girl, likes in particular, and what's okay to say and to give and what's not cool this soon--or is it even 'soon'? Is there, like, a trajectory? Is he overthinking this?
He's probably overthinking it.
Anyway, it takes him until later on the 3rd to come up with something, but he's pretty sure it's a nice idea.
Gathering the materials he needs doesn't take too long, and luckily, he's gotten pretty okay with a hammer and nails (heh, and wood) of late. He works on it behind their hideout in Flavo and only has to go inside once he's done to set it in a place of honor in the bedroom--where the sunlight will hit it in the morning, but where it'll stay warm and cozy inside.
It's a birdhouse, orange and purple paint mixed until he managed to get a friendly shade of red for the roof, padded inside with hopefully appropriate nesting material, twigs and miscellaneous fluff. Prompto was going to paint "JERICHO" above its entrance, but stopped when he realized he didn't know how to spell it.
So he painted "HOME" instead. He steps back, smiles at his work, and then goes to see if Summer's here. If Summer's home.]
Hello? Ace, you here?
iii. you were a vision in the morning when the light came through (noctis)
[Of course Noctis's takes the longest. What do you get the king who once had everything?
Prompto knows exactly what he wants to do. He's been thinking about it for weeks, actually. This is just an excuse to finally make it happen. Most of it he prepares at the hideout over the 4th, but it's easy to bring back to Bluohaus once he's done. It's easy to sneak back into the room just after dawn, when Ignis is awake but downstairs and Noct's still sleeping.
In the early morning light, he papers one wall of the room with drawings. But they're not drawings of just anything. They're amateurish, to be sure; Prompto's no sketch artist. But they're recognizable renditions of the best photos from his camera, moments of triumph, of friendship, of stupid poses in front of diners and sheer badassery in a sahagin's face, of the places they've visited and the faces they've loved. Over the last day or so, Prompto's drawn enough to cover a good section of the wall with memories of their journey. Of the good things that happened, not just the bad.
Only when he's arranged them all to his liking does he go to shake Noct awake.]
Hey. Noct, buddy. Can I show you something?
NOV. 5TH: QUEST 35
you're ripped at every edge but you're a masterpiece (summer)
[He doesn't even know where he's run to. All he knows is running, is having run. He squats somewhere cold, close to the trees. In the trees, maybe. His whole body's broken into a sweat, but he's shivering uncontrollably, wracked with horror.
He did that. To Noct. He just wanted to thank him for everything, for--for always being there, and.
He did that. Like he gave the flowers to Summer, he gave--that. To Noct.
Gulping for air and gasping out guilt, wishing he could throw up except there's nothing in his gut to expel, Prompto folds until his forehead touches ground, hands pressed over his face, like he can un-see what he did. Like he can disappear.
He makes a crying, choking sound with no words.]
NOV. 6TH-12th: QUEST 35 FALLOUT; OPEN
everything is grey: his hair, his smoke, his dreams (OTA)
[Today, a grey figure dressed warmly in black sits on the steps outside Bluohaus, dull-eyed and devoid both of color and movement. Only the breath that fogs out of his mouth shows any sign he's alive at all.
Sometimes, he stirs enough to take a walk, but his interest always seems to wane before he gets anywhere important. He stares at windows without really seeing them. His eyes follow a bird's movement without really registering it. He doesn't take out his camera.
With no yellow to color it, his hair's so pale a grey it looks almost white. His freckles are just light flecks of soot on his blank face.
Prompto Argentum's lost his color.]
no subject
[He crosses his arms, then stops.]
...Probably the only person who'd stand a chance is you.