photobombed: (49)
prompto argentum | final fantasy xv ([personal profile] photobombed) wrote in [personal profile] iwillshieldhim 2017-04-24 02:42 am (UTC)

NOPE that is perfect

Prompto isn’t proud to say he goes rigid at Ardyn’s interruption. He stiffens while his hand clenches tight onto Gladio with a deathgrip that can’t be comfortable, teeth on edge as they grind painfully. He’s...seen things with Ardyn, things he doesn’t know how to explain but enough to know that the door? Might not be enough to stop him if he’s on the other side. If he wants in, he'll get in. The intercom crackles:

That would be interesting to see, no doubt: maybe I’ll drop by for a visit. Between friends, you understand, just you and me and maybe Prompto if he’s feeling up to it.”

Prompto’s gone even paler. The intercom clicks off and it's silent again save for their breathing, his going shallow, Gladio's deep, quicker than before, as if he's prepping to carry his threat out. His throat feels like it's tightened as he swallows thickly before he finds his voice, searching for what to say. His eyes drop from Gladio's face to his hands which look like they've curled into fists, skin stretched tight over his knuckles.

"We probably shouldn't stay in one spot for too long," Prompto says finally. "Makes it easier for Ardyn to come after us."

He dreads the idea of walking again. Getting caught in a room with one exit, watching Ardyn torture Gladio just to keep himself occupied and his mind fresh, and yeah, he dreads that even more. Consider him motivated to get outta here.

Post a comment in response:

This account has disabled anonymous posting.
If you don't have an account you can create one now.
HTML doesn't work in the subject.
More info about formatting