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[ since gaby's sudden disappearance, he's been a little more reserved than usual. after solo and then daisy, he'd known it was a possibility but so much so close together is enough to affect even him. it is not something he will admit though and thus he falls back on some less than helpful coping mechanisms.
he fights a little later than usual to work out the pent up energy and anger so he doesn't take it out on anyone (especially daisy) when she comes over. he's typing out a message to her in between fights now while he waits. ]
Will you be over tonight?
he fights a little later than usual to work out the pent up energy and anger so he doesn't take it out on anyone (especially daisy) when she comes over. he's typing out a message to her in between fights now while he waits. ]
Will you be over tonight?
[ she knows about gaby. it's hard not to know — disappearances seem to whisper through the small collection of displaced souls, and the loss of someone so close to her own is felt even harder.
she's tried not to push, though. she knows it won't do any good. ]
i suppose i will, since you asked so nicely
where are you now?
she's tried not to push, though. she knows it won't do any good. ]
i suppose i will, since you asked so nicely
where are you now?
how do you hack, half of this could be wrong, i just don't know.
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- 2019-03-22 21:37 (UTC) - Expand[ he dreams and it's a nightmare. it's a visceral, vivid thing that sinks into his bones and infects his blood. most of the time, his dreams are shapeless things, snippets of the past that he doesn't allow himself to remember when he's awake. dreams that are easily combated and forgotten in the light of day.
this isn't like that. this is something else. this is something that wants to be remembered and so he tosses a bit in bed, twisting this way and that, tangling himself up in the thin sheets. and still the dream unspools, showing him more and more. an iv in his arm, people that he doesn't recognize, a word on a wall, colors.
then fog. he tries to look through it but can't. there's nothing there. nothing but —
his ceiling. he blinks, chest rising and falling as the dream clings to him. his chest burns. it's not the ache of a good workout or a good fight. no, this is something painful, something that he can't explain.
even though there's a modicum of panic rising in him now, he's still careful about extricating himself from the bed, not wanting to wake daisy. he can deal with this. he hurries to the bathroom, stepping inside and shutting the door before turning on the light.
the burning in his chest is still there and he rubs at it with his hand, turning on some cool water and bracing himself on the sink while a wave of discomfort and ache thrums through him. ]
this isn't like that. this is something else. this is something that wants to be remembered and so he tosses a bit in bed, twisting this way and that, tangling himself up in the thin sheets. and still the dream unspools, showing him more and more. an iv in his arm, people that he doesn't recognize, a word on a wall, colors.
then fog. he tries to look through it but can't. there's nothing there. nothing but —
his ceiling. he blinks, chest rising and falling as the dream clings to him. his chest burns. it's not the ache of a good workout or a good fight. no, this is something painful, something that he can't explain.
even though there's a modicum of panic rising in him now, he's still careful about extricating himself from the bed, not wanting to wake daisy. he can deal with this. he hurries to the bathroom, stepping inside and shutting the door before turning on the light.
the burning in his chest is still there and he rubs at it with his hand, turning on some cool water and bracing himself on the sink while a wave of discomfort and ache thrums through him. ]
[ it's not illya's body rousing from bed that pulls her out of bed. she's slept through that enough times that she simply turns, a hand draping over her eyes to avoid the light she anticipates from the opening of the blinds. he always does that before he goes on a run, as if to wake himself up while getting dressed.
but the blinds don't open, and the dresser drawers don't open and shut, and so daisy sits up after a few moments, squinting into the dark just long enough to note the time blinking on an alarm clock across the room. it's still dark outside, still far too early for a run, and — is that the water running?
it's the combination of too many small curiosity that eventually pulls her out of bed. she doesn't bother to dress, just pads across the hallway and knocks on the closed bathroom door. ]
Hey, [ soft. quiet. there's no one else here, and yet. ] Illya?
but the blinds don't open, and the dresser drawers don't open and shut, and so daisy sits up after a few moments, squinting into the dark just long enough to note the time blinking on an alarm clock across the room. it's still dark outside, still far too early for a run, and — is that the water running?
it's the combination of too many small curiosity that eventually pulls her out of bed. she doesn't bother to dress, just pads across the hallway and knocks on the closed bathroom door. ]
Hey, [ soft. quiet. there's no one else here, and yet. ] Illya?
[ so, there had been a slight incident after one of his matches that night. the match itself had been simple, quick, but the man had decided to run his mouth.
and run his mouth some more.
and he kept running it while illya had been changing in preparation for leaving for the night. it was then that he'd hit on a particularly sensitive subject and all that precise control that illya thought he had disintegrated in the blink of an eye.
his hand isn't broken but the man's nose might be. and now there were people involved, questions being asked, accusations being thrown, and it's all causing him to be delayed. ]
I am not sure if you're at my apartment but if you are, feel free to eat dinner. I will be there as soon as I can.
[ maybe he needed to work a little more on that control. hmmm. ]
and run his mouth some more.
and he kept running it while illya had been changing in preparation for leaving for the night. it was then that he'd hit on a particularly sensitive subject and all that precise control that illya thought he had disintegrated in the blink of an eye.
his hand isn't broken but the man's nose might be. and now there were people involved, questions being asked, accusations being thrown, and it's all causing him to be delayed. ]
I am not sure if you're at my apartment but if you are, feel free to eat dinner. I will be there as soon as I can.
[ maybe he needed to work a little more on that control. hmmm. ]
[ she had been there. earlier in the evening, for his first few matches, daisy had come by to bet on a few rounds and make a little extra cash before the tournaments started up in earnest — but she'd ducked out early to run a few boring errands.
she's not entirely sure how "a few errands" got sidetracked into trying on clothes in a boutique a few blocks from the match, but here she is. ]
still out, actually.
everything okay?
[ deadeye stares into the mirror at this horrible dress she picked off the rack. this is why she doesn't shop alone. where is markus when she needs him!!! ]
she's not entirely sure how "a few errands" got sidetracked into trying on clothes in a boutique a few blocks from the match, but here she is. ]
still out, actually.
everything okay?
[ deadeye stares into the mirror at this horrible dress she picked off the rack. this is why she doesn't shop alone. where is markus when she needs him!!! ]
[he hadn't meant to overhear. like many things in prompto's life, he just kind of accidentally stumbles into situations and has to deal with the consequences of it. having found himself trapped in the guest room, however, not wanting to interrupt the conversation daisy and illya were having, was not something he would consciously ask to happen.]
[it's awkward, he knows, not to mention intrusive. he doesn't want to walk into their privacy like this--privacy they're entitled to have. but even with noctis gone (and perhaps especially so), they've opened up the apartment for him to come and go, ease whatever feeling of alienation he may have felt as a repercussion of his best friend having gone missing. and he--appreciates it so much, and especially after last night's conversation he accidentally became privy to, he feels all that much more -- protective? torn? stubborn? about the two who have allowed him to be part of this messy idea they uphold of a relationship with a third wheel hanging around.]
[it was the family talk that did it, though. both daisy and illya having lost so much or not knowing enough of something they yearned for; he understands that sentiment a lot, ached for belonging for so long (still does), wonders infinitely if he is enough and how he has to do more and more to prove himself, but at the same time doing what he can to not be like the horrific person his 'father,' his maker was.]
[prompto hardly slept, consequently. he steps out of the guest room early in the morning when he hears movement in the kitchen, eyes stinging from the absurd amount of emotion broiling inside him, red at the rims for how much he just feels, still wearing yesterday's clothes, hair a messy tousle. spotting daisy, busy with making breakfast of sorts, he manages to find his voice--]
[a crack, at first, soft and unsteady.]
Daisy, you know that... I...
[but it's hard to put into words, isn't it? feelings and thoughts plagued with anxieties that have never actually been put forth. it's a futile practice, for he's never had to say this to anyone.]
[instead, he goes in for a hug, pressing her tight to his chest, protective like a brother would--empathy link be damned, the blue hue glowing up in their chest.]
You're a great person.
[it's awkward, he knows, not to mention intrusive. he doesn't want to walk into their privacy like this--privacy they're entitled to have. but even with noctis gone (and perhaps especially so), they've opened up the apartment for him to come and go, ease whatever feeling of alienation he may have felt as a repercussion of his best friend having gone missing. and he--appreciates it so much, and especially after last night's conversation he accidentally became privy to, he feels all that much more -- protective? torn? stubborn? about the two who have allowed him to be part of this messy idea they uphold of a relationship with a third wheel hanging around.]
[it was the family talk that did it, though. both daisy and illya having lost so much or not knowing enough of something they yearned for; he understands that sentiment a lot, ached for belonging for so long (still does), wonders infinitely if he is enough and how he has to do more and more to prove himself, but at the same time doing what he can to not be like the horrific person his 'father,' his maker was.]
[prompto hardly slept, consequently. he steps out of the guest room early in the morning when he hears movement in the kitchen, eyes stinging from the absurd amount of emotion broiling inside him, red at the rims for how much he just feels, still wearing yesterday's clothes, hair a messy tousle. spotting daisy, busy with making breakfast of sorts, he manages to find his voice--]
[a crack, at first, soft and unsteady.]
Daisy, you know that... I...
[but it's hard to put into words, isn't it? feelings and thoughts plagued with anxieties that have never actually been put forth. it's a futile practice, for he's never had to say this to anyone.]
[instead, he goes in for a hug, pressing her tight to his chest, protective like a brother would--empathy link be damned, the blue hue glowing up in their chest.]
You're a great person.
[ she doesn't expect to be hugged. she's in the process of buttering toast to go with her morning cup of faux drip coffee when prompto's arms wrap pull her in for a snug hug that pulls the air from her lungs.
maybe it speaks to how comfortable daisy feels around prompto that she doesn't pull away at all. instead, she just tips her face, cheek pressing against his shirt, and squeezes back. ]
Thank you? [ uncertain as to exactly what's prompting this unexpected compliment, but still warmed by it. ] What's going on?
[ blame the fact that she's in love with a man who can't help but repress his emotions unless it's a crisis. she just assumes that's the case for everyone now. ]
maybe it speaks to how comfortable daisy feels around prompto that she doesn't pull away at all. instead, she just tips her face, cheek pressing against his shirt, and squeezes back. ]
Thank you? [ uncertain as to exactly what's prompting this unexpected compliment, but still warmed by it. ] What's going on?
[ blame the fact that she's in love with a man who can't help but repress his emotions unless it's a crisis. she just assumes that's the case for everyone now. ]
The cold is a good place to learn how to use my power on demand.
I need some tips to get started. It's easier to call on it when my adrenaline is kicking.
But this is better than being shot at.
Can you help?
I need some tips to get started. It's easier to call on it when my adrenaline is kicking.
But this is better than being shot at.
Can you help?
[ it's a good thing this happened when it did. had gaby come back months earlier, when things between them were less solidified, daisy might have had to fight back a bout of insecurity. as it is now, she's simply unsure. is back better? ]
are you bringing her things?
or did you leave straight from the gym?
are you bringing her things?
or did you leave straight from the gym?
After waking up to find I'd been gone for however many weeks, the first thing I knew I'd see when I opened our direct messages was this picture of your "hot nurse" you sent me. I'm glad it's right where we left it.
Hello, Daisy.
Hello, Daisy.
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