𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝘩𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑡 𝑜𝑓 𝑎 𝑙𝑖𝑜𝑛 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑙𝑖𝑝𝑠 𝑜𝑓 𝑎 𝑐𝘩𝑖𝑙𝑑

[noctim]

prompts / texts / starters

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[real_life_rpg]

[ Welcome to the dark world that is Prompto's mind. It's just full of all kinda of self-depreciative thoughts all day long. He definitely doesn't feel worthy to stand alongside the others and fight beside them. He constantly feels inferior. He knows he'll never be as good as them.

They're everything. And he? He's nothing.

Despite his best efforts not to let on to his current pain, he can't help a small wince as Noct places the bandaids on so carefully. ]

I guess... I'm not as good as you guys though. You all make it look so easy.

[noctim]

You kidding? I nearly got my ass handed to me.

[ which isn't something he's just saying to make him feel better. that daemon nearly got the best of all of them and noctis has the cuts and bruises to prove it though they aren't as deep as the ones on prompto's hands. ] You helped. [ noctis is quiet as he closes the last bandaid over prompto's ring finger, releasing his friend's hand. ]

Should be better in the morning, I think.

[real_life_rpg]

[ Prompto looks down at his hands, checking out Noct's bandaging job. He gives his fingers an experimental wiggle. ]

Thanks, bud.

I hope it's healed by morning otherwise trying to shoot things is going be a bitch.

[noctim]

No problem.

[ he shrugs a shoulder, sitting back in one of their camping chairs with his arms now folded over his chest. ] I think the wounds'll be closed by then.

[real_life_rpg]

[ Prompto gives a nod, ducking his head to avoid Noct's gaze. ]

So um... do you really think I'm doing okay? Like for serious? Do you think I'm getting better?

[noctim]

Yeah.

[ noctis isn't so oblivious that he hadn't noticed the great lengths prompto had gone through in the name of self-improvement, ever since they were school kids. his grin is small when he looks him over. he doesn't hesitate to add, ] Not messing around.

[real_life_rpg]

[ Prom has really thrown himself into making himself a better person. He's constantly striving to be better and still always feels like he's falling short of everyone around him. No one could fault his determination though.

He gives a shy little laugh, a hint of a blush colouring his cheeks. ]

Well~ I am that awesome.

[noctim]

[ that just makes him roll his eyes fondly, endeared. ]

Sure, [ noctis gives a small huff of a laugh, picking up prompto's wrist again to inspect his handiwork.
maybe ignis will be proud by his wrapping skills. ] They're not too tight?

[real_life_rpg]

[ Prompto shakes his head. Noct did a great job. Ignis should be proud. It's almost Iggy standard first aid. ]

Bandages feel fine. Just wish my fingers didn't still hurt so bad though.

[noctim]

Must be some potion you can take once we make our next supply stop.

[ he sounds apologetic, rubbing the back of his neck. they're running low on supplies again but after this scuffle, they don't have time to make it to the next outpost. ]

[real_life_rpg]

Nah. It's cool. I don't want you guys to waste precious supplies on me. Like you said, they'll probably be healed up by tomorrow anyways.

[ He gives his fingers another wiggle despite the discomfort, shooting Noct a smile. ]

[noctim]

Take it easy, okay?

[ he leans away from prompto, giving him a soft clap on the back when he's through. ] We'll need you when you're done healing. [ what he means to say is that prompto is important to him and the rest of the group but being noctis,
it never comes out that way. ]

[real_life_rpg]

[ Noct, you're really the worst at expressing your feelings. Prompto's shoulders sag slightly and he gives a nod. ]

Right.

I'm pretty useless like this, huh?

[noctim]

You're not useless.

[ the answer comes quickly. noctis isn't the type to lie to spare feelings, especially since prompto would know if he was avoiding the truth, careful or not. but he means it, taking the time to be sincere after seeing his friend knocked down several notches today. ]

Cm'on. Gotta reassemble the tent after the wind took it down. Think you can be useful there. [ he lightly taps the other's shoulder before pushing himself up to his feet. while he might have avoided obligation, he thinks doing something will help take his mind off the serious things. ]

[real_life_rpg]

I'm not as good as you or Gladio or Ignis. I try really hard, I do, Noct, honest.

[ He pushes himself to his feet flexing his fingers again to test the bandages. He's convinced Noct's done a good enough job that they won't come loose once he starts working on the tent. ]

Let's do this...

[noctim]

I know, buddy. [ he isn't sure what else to say or do in this instance. providing comfort isn't something that noctis is an expert in, by any means. so he just gives prompto a short clap on the back – very light, not wanting to hurt him any more than he's been hurt already.

he crouches down by the posts thrown from their holes in the ground and picks up the hammer that had fallen from the outside pocket. ]

You can help with the ground cloth. Cm'on. [ he grins a little lopsidedly. ]

[real_life_rpg]

[ Wow, Noct. You're the worst at comforting. It's a good job Prompto loves you anyway. Maybe he should've gone to Ignis to get his injuries dressed and maybe he could've gotten a hot chocolate or coffee out of the deal too. Ignis is totally his new bestie. Only not. No one could replace Noct. ]

What did your last slave die of? [ He grins at Noct and moves to help. ]

[noctim]

Just trying to take your mind off your hands, man.

​​[​​ well, at least the boy is honest. this comforting is really subpar but he is trying okay. good thing prompto isn't all that offended by his rudimentary efforts. ​​]​​

Sorry. ​​[​​ he looks decently sheepish. ​​]​​

[real_life_rpg]

[ It's okay, bestie. He knows you suck at just about all forms of social interaction - it's part of your charm. ]

I guess it's kinda working. And at least the tent will be sleep-worthy.