that's probably the point, but prompto still can't quite cope with having woken up here. it's not as clean and sleek as duplicity, doesn't have that general sense of calmness to it that the city had, and even though a lot of things had been rough, it hadn't been the worst place. besides, he'd made a lot of friends there, and what about the people counting on him? noct, ignis, nero, nyx, ralph, jack, kara... he can feel the ache in his chest already at the thought of her, and he sits for the longest time on the edge of the bed, staring at the wall and trying to figure out what he should do. he'd already ventured outside and down the hall, down to the main entrance of the hotel, and because he hadn't known what else to do, he'd come back to the room to try to collect his thoughts. the few things he'd had in duplicity that were personal he'd found, but other than that...
he drags his hands through his hair and forces himself to breathe. to think.
maybe this was something lies had forced them into. maybe — the thought settles deep until he think he's going to be sick, and eventually, he decides to continue exploring. which isn't exactly the best thing because he exits the hotel and the storm that ushers in is... something.
at first, prompto just gazes upward and wonders if he'd accidentally found his way to the down instead, but the first drop of red against his skin is enough to jar him out of that hope. then, it really starts. he stares at his hands, the tremor slight as he curls his fingers before trying to wipe the blood off them, but it's heavy and stains, soaking into his clothes. he stumbles back and slips, falling and sliding backwards onto the steps of the hotel. the panic is setting in, though no sound leaves him. just the frantic sort of breathing that comes from freaking out, which is in full swing as the "rain" falls harder and harder, and slowly, he curls his arms over his head in an attempt to shrink down into nothing and just disappear. ]
FOLLOW YOU DOWN i + ii.
[ at least the club scene is pretty familiar—or so he's telling himself.
maybe that's why he gravitates toward it a little easier than most other places, finding that he's a little overdressed when he steps foot inside. but the music and the crowd are generally what he's used to, so he doesn't have a problem navigating through the bodies to find the bar. the drink he has goes down a lot smoother than he remembers, and yet, that doesn't stop him from having another. and half of one more after that. he's pretty relaxed then, a bit too much really, scanning the others inside with him before he decides to take his chances and approach someone. he hadn't done this a whole lot in duplicity unless provoked, but he had a lot more experience now. not only that, he might have gotten a little lonely since his arrival, and even if it isn't the best way to cope, it is an easy way to forget for a little while. so, he puts on a brave face – or hopefully one that doesn't say he's had too much to drink – and smiles at the person he "accidentally" bumps into. ]
Hey. [ oh damn. just play it cool. ] You, uh, come here often?
[ ... and he suddenly remembers why he'd never been any good at this. ]
WILDCARD
[ open to pretty much anything else as well! prompto is a crau from duplicity and has been there for almost an entire year! so, sex and bad things happening aren't exactly new to him. he also has experience as both a submissive and a dominant!? his canon point is technically post episode prompto before the end of chapter 13. if you have any questions or wanna discuss things, just pm me or hit me up over @ overcasts ]
prompto argentum / final fantasy xv ( crau - ota )
that's probably the point, but prompto still can't quite cope with having woken up here. it's not as clean and sleek as duplicity, doesn't have that general sense of calmness to it that the city had, and even though a lot of things had been rough, it hadn't been the worst place. besides, he'd made a lot of friends there, and what about the people counting on him? noct, ignis, nero, nyx, ralph, jack, kara... he can feel the ache in his chest already at the thought of her, and he sits for the longest time on the edge of the bed, staring at the wall and trying to figure out what he should do. he'd already ventured outside and down the hall, down to the main entrance of the hotel, and because he hadn't known what else to do, he'd come back to the room to try to collect his thoughts. the few things he'd had in duplicity that were personal he'd found, but other than that...
he drags his hands through his hair and forces himself to breathe. to think.
maybe this was something lies had forced them into. maybe — the thought settles deep until he think he's going to be sick, and eventually, he decides to continue exploring. which isn't exactly the best thing because he exits the hotel and the storm that ushers in is... something.
at first, prompto just gazes upward and wonders if he'd accidentally found his way to the down instead, but the first drop of red against his skin is enough to jar him out of that hope. then, it really starts. he stares at his hands, the tremor slight as he curls his fingers before trying to wipe the blood off them, but it's heavy and stains, soaking into his clothes. he stumbles back and slips, falling and sliding backwards onto the steps of the hotel. the panic is setting in, though no sound leaves him. just the frantic sort of breathing that comes from freaking out, which is in full swing as the "rain" falls harder and harder, and slowly, he curls his arms over his head in an attempt to shrink down into nothing and just disappear. ]
FOLLOW YOU DOWN i + ii.
maybe that's why he gravitates toward it a little easier than most other places, finding that he's a little overdressed when he steps foot inside. but the music and the crowd are generally what he's used to, so he doesn't have a problem navigating through the bodies to find the bar. the drink he has goes down a lot smoother than he remembers, and yet, that doesn't stop him from having another. and half of one more after that. he's pretty relaxed then, a bit too much really, scanning the others inside with him before he decides to take his chances and approach someone. he hadn't done this a whole lot in duplicity unless provoked, but he had a lot more experience now. not only that, he might have gotten a little lonely since his arrival, and even if it isn't the best way to cope, it is an easy way to forget for a little while. so, he puts on a brave face – or hopefully one that doesn't say he's had too much to drink – and smiles at the person he "accidentally" bumps into. ]
Hey. [ oh damn. just play it cool. ] You, uh, come here often?
[ ... and he suddenly remembers why he'd never been any good at this. ]
WILDCARD