#argentlined

[lastlucis-blog]

' heya, noct... ' hesitancy builds at his throat & it quakes as he speaks, urging voice clear & onward. ' i, uh ... gotcha somethin' ! ' quiet, quiet, he shuffles about before presenting a crumbling piece of chocolate pastry, as he offers it in slight embarrassment. ' might be kiinda bad but !! it uh... tastes better than it looks. nothing like ignis, so don't get your hopes up, but ! hope ya like it anyway... '

@argentlined

                 prompto stands before him, shimmering like gold and calling out his name ( why was it that his name meant something more when spoken from sun-freckled visage before him? ). he waits patiently for the other to find his voice, not quite sure what he would be so hesitant to say. reluctance was unlike him, and yet, he was shuffling before him as if unsure. he would be amused by his friend’s behavior if he didn’t look so embarrassed. he’s slightly taken aback when a pastry is thrust before him, crumbs falling to the ground as words convey intent.

                 delicate shade of pink dusts pale countenance as he stares at the proffered gift, overcome with surprise at the sight of such a personal gift. for it was personal to noct, more intimate than the candies often bought by others. the pastry had been made by prompto’s very own hands ——— for him. he had thought of him while making it, had dedicated his time to making this for him. he knew that cooking was not a particular skill that his friend could claim, but it mattered not what expertise he had. it mattered not what taste awaited him. all that mattered was who it had been made by.

                                                          ( what had he done to deserve such fond devotion? )

                 he took the pastry between gentle grasp, cobalt gaze cast aside from sky blue in timid deference, studying the flaky dessert made by inexperienced hands. heart beats heavy beneath its cage, breath shallow in his lungs, and he wants nothing more than to close the distance between them, to pull his friend into his arms in silent, but meaningful gratitude. no words could convey the way his heart thrummed. despite these feelings that threatened to consume him, he refrains. instead he brings the gift to his lips, consciously aware of prompto’s gaze, and bites into chocolate. flavor bursts on his tongue; buttery, flaky dough coupled with chocolate drawing a sigh of delight from him. there was no denying his love of food, and there was no reasoning with him when good food was before him. he took another hasty bite before returning his gaze to prompto’s, excitement now coupled with embarrassment coloring his features.

                 ❛  dude, what are you talking about? this is amazing.  ❜    

                 simple gratitude passes lips, unable to express just how much he loved it. for what could express what he was feeling at this moment? what would convey just how much it had meant to him to receive something made with affectionate purpose? slow, languid smile lifts lips as he gently raps his knuckles to prompto’s shoulder, hand lingering as head cants, fond expression placed upon pale features. it would have to be enough. hand falls, knuckles sliding softly against ebony vest across his torso to tug softly at the edge before releasing hold, reluctantly. gaze seeks his as he hopes to convey the unnamed feeling that sat like a lump in his throat.

                 ❛  i mean it. thank you.  ❜

[ofhammerhead]

     ❛     HEY, Prompto? Ya’ve got a minute? I’d like t’give ya a word on something VERY important.     ❜     the head mechanic SMILES as she inches closer the blonde, a plastic OLD being held by her right hand.

@argentlined ⚙

[guardiiisms-blog]

|★|Stranger in a Strange Place||

It’s a long walk, being stranded in the middle of nowhere in the dark. He’s seen creatures tromp past him - ghastly beings with emaciated figures, creatures with glowing flames lurking within their depths, and even - rather strangely - a group of helmeted and armored creatures out of a fairy-tale book.

Not a one talked to him. If he didn’t know better, he would even say that none of them could see him, if it hadn’t been for the occasional furtive glance from the armored persons. Everything else - even the other humans he has passed while out

That was not an idea he was keen upon having to suffer through. He needed aid from this world to return to his own. It was this that struck him, when he sees a blond young man - with hair in the oddest configuration. He jogged closer, and was struck by the resonance of the boy’s phone. Curious, he reaches out and tugs - making the phone buzz and the words he imagined pop up on the screen.

Hello?

@argentlined has a strange companion

[suntek-a-blog]

UR ART STYLE IS SO CUTE THO HONESTLY IM IN LOVE,

boo u spelled uglee wrong

[sagefyre-blog1]

                         “   you’ll injure yourself if you aren’t careful ---  “                 / @argentlined.

[ascendantly]

@argentlined​ ♥‘d.

   ❛ ------ how long do you think ‘til that black chocobo’s old enough to ride? ❜ ignis might be the better person to ask, all things considered, but there’s only one person among their foursome who does the signature theme any credit, and noctis figures that alone warrants the benefit of the doubt. ❛ i mean, it’d be pretty cool if the king got by on a wild steed, right? ❜

[selfvalued-blog]

               ❛ hey, mister! you look lost. is it your first time in shibuya? ❜ she couldn’t very well ignore a lost tourist! well––––she could have, but somehow, it didn’t seem right. eri could wait a few minutes. it wasn’t as though she’d never been late for shiki. / ( starter for @argentlined )

[deityspoken-blog]

‘ you could be a professional photographer with a portfolio like that. ‘ 

( a starter for @argentlined )

[ofnightsky-blog]

‘ i can’t ask for help because if i ask for help it hurts people. i can bear this weight on my own. i have to. ’

       “What’s gotten into you? You KNOW you can always ask me for help. You’re not being a burden to anyone, we’re all here for you Prompto” Did it really need saying?

[armigeruser]

drops in to tell u I love ur blog and ur noct is A1,

this is so sweet…! so kind…! wipes my tears… thank you amy! i adore your prompto lots so i’m gonna throw this right back at you, your prompto is a+++++

[lastlucis-blog]

' heya, noct. ' & he smiles shines, a brilliance that reflects from tooth-torn lips & newly brushed teeth. ' sun's out, gun's out ! rise n shine, beauty sleep's over ! ' a sweep of his arm, he offers a light shove to the resting prince's shoulder.

@argentlined

               a voice as familiar as the sound of his own beating heart greets his sleep-filled mind. groan tumbles past lips unbidden as he waves off the hand that shoves him ( though he puts up little fight ), jostling him awake. it was not uncommon for prompto to be the one to wake him. feelings that he had yet to name made him more  ———  receptive to parting with long desired sleep by the boy bursting with sunlight ( he had never loved the bright golden light of morning as much as he did then ). he reached up, hand blindly reaching for heavy lids, and rubbed them gently. lips part, jaw widens and a yawn breaks his silence as he arches up, catlike, with arms that stretch above his head.

               he peers up through midnight locks, eyes narrowed against the light that is both daybreak and prompto. he wants to complain, wants to ask for five more minutes, wants to pull the blankets back over his head and pray that they would let him sleep longer. but even through his muddled thoughts he knew that rising now would save him the trouble of dealing with ignis, or gladio  ———  and he found he cared little to see their faces so early in comparison to the one smiling so brightly above him. he reached out with one pale hand, slender fingers stretching toward the boy above him.

               ❛  mmmm………help me up.  ❜

[ofhammerhead]

' um, am too ! ' defenses would barricade the insecurities that come with being the shortest in the group & he'd fight to prove taller than cindy. ' do three centimeters mean nothing to you guys ?! '

   as he speaks, the blonde finds herself UNABLE to contain her loud laughing. how PROUD she felt for being almost the SAME height as that man. in heels, she’d CERTAINLY match him & who knows, maybe even be TALLER. the fact he seemed to be ACHING for something as silly as his height compared to the OTHERS managed to amuse her, though. there was NO WAY someone like Cindy would understand how much it MEANT for people like them the fact that being TALLER & SMALLER was actually… the slightest… IMPORTANT? then again, she had always been a little taller than your AVERAGE height for a woman. no matter how hard she tried, she would NEVER understand that for some people the concept of HEIGHT meant much more than it actually was.

   that’s why a HAND falls at the top of the blond’s shoulder, her smile as WIDE as she can.     ❛     Ya do know that it’s extremely silly from ya to worry ‘bout yer height, right? It’s just a number, blondie… it’s not like it’s goin’ t’make ya more of a man just because ya’re an inch or two taller than these guys.     ❜      she SPEAKS, her head slightly tilted to the side.

   but where’s the LIE? the difference between the hunters was pretty CLEAR. one could choose between asking for help to the SMALL, clumsy, adorable photographer & the HUGE, beastly, super athletic guard. there was no MIDDLE to their group ( besides the Prince and the cook ) & she knew that WAY too well.

     ❛     Don’t ya go worryin’ about that, ya hear? Drink water and eat healthily… and ya know… ya might just grow an inch or two.     ❜     the blonde CHUCKLES, returning to her teasing.

[caelitis-blog1]

' sorry, noct... didn't mean to wake you. just a nightmare ! no big deal. '

??? || @argentlined

    Eyelids flicker open & brows irritably draw together in retort to the rude awakening. Instinctive aggravation hastily transgresses into mild concern – upon his recognising why he’d been awoken. Prompto had shifted in his sleep, and lodged an elbow into the dip of his waist ; painful, to say the least. Noctis doesn’t make a big deal out of it – ( contrary to much popular belief ) – & slowly sits himself upright, groggily peering ahead.

    As much as he desires to curl back up – & allow sleep to engulf his consciousness, he empathises ; understands how lucid and unpleasant nightmares can be. Tired eyes strain to focus on the shadows & curves of familiarly freckled face, then traipse toward friends’ sleeping forms – “ … Wanna talk about it ? ” he quietly murmurs – & emits a silent, gaping yawn ; stretches arms in unison. “ We could head outdoors. ”

[suntek-a-blog]

♥ / ☾

munday q&a || accepting

♥ - one thing you love about your muse.

         boy oh boy where do i begin? how about with his face? his long chin & pink lips & pointy nose & all his BEAUTIFUL FRECKLES? how about his canonical & well-treated childhood FATNESS? how about his sunny contrast to the quiet gloom of the rest of the squad? how about how he was never MEANT to be a warrior, but he does just fine anyway? how about how he’s always looking to help, always willing to be a shoulder to lean on, always wanting to make people feel happy & loved? speaking of love, how about how EASILY he falls in love? how about how he’s a smart, witty, charming, open-minded, loving angel who stands super tall despite everything he’s been through and all the shit he gets from his friends? I COULD GO ON FOR 90000 PAGES.

☾ - favorite moment from your muse’s canon & why.

         TAPS MY CHIN. how do i pick just one? the motel scene shook me so hard i got a concussion, but is it my favorite? chapter 13 ripped my ass apart, but is it my favorite? rescuing noct from leviathan was bold & clever & had me in tears, but is it my favorite? honestly i think my FAVORITE moment was when he stood up for ignis in chapter 10. not necessarily for the moment in itself, but for everything that builds up to it. throughout the whole chapter prompto got kind of thrown under the bus, first by getting his FACE SHOVED ( i’m still mad ) tryna break up noct & gladio, then by being totally brushed off by noctis ( not that i blame him, but c’mon ), and THEN having his thoughts & opinions consistently shot down amongst the infighting. it SUCKS, because he’s already an outsider in the crownsguard— gladio & ignis both worked with noct growing up— and he doesn’t really NEED to be further alienated when he’s only trying to help. he’s the only one who actually seems to actively assist ignis, because noctis is grieving and gladio is too busy using ignis’s suffering to fuel his anger ( i have a lot of OPINIONS on gladio’s behavior, but that’s a post for later ). the near-end end of the chapter is the FIRST TIME prompto stands up to gladio, and the first time he calls ANYONE out, even if it’s pretty lowkey. it was the final nail on my coffin after all this chapter put me through, and that “ THEN HE SHOULD BE FREE TO CHOOSE ” lowered me slowly into my grave. 

[sagefyre-blog1]

' iiiiit's......... A CHOCOBO FIGUUURE !! The white ones are only being sold for a limited time AND I got you one ! Check it ouuuut!!! '

                                 “ oh ----------? “     he’s surprised, in truth. the unveiling of the figurine in question causes any and all interrogatory queries to wither away on his tongue -----     never to be spoken because there’s no need for them, here. perhaps it’d been foolish of him, jumping the gun the way that he had, and presuming that prompto’s sudden, chipper behavior had something to do with some mischief or another that he’d involved himself in. perhaps it was not always wise to draw from past experience ( for past experience had indeed played a large part in formulating his reaction / when had he ever known prompto to come running, if not with some prank or game in-hand? ); he’d have to make a note of it. for now, though ... ... 

                                   his gaze settles upon the gift he’s been offered, flits to the face of the one that’d gotten it for him -----      and he decides that, for now, mental notes, general analytics, can wait. the corners of his lips tug upwards, and a hand reaches out to take ( rather gingerly; it’s rare, after all ) the figure for his own. two rare sights, all in one: ignis busying himself with what would otherwise be considered a toy, and ignis smiling wholeheartedly as a result. quietly, he laughs.

                                    "  i’m not sure i know what to say, other than -----     thank you, prompto. you certainly didn’t have to go through the trouble.        i'll see to it that it's kept safe, then. and pristine.  “

[infusedbluesaarchive-blog]

argentlined replied to your post: [[

it’s not you no way omg you’re gorg and lovely and if people are gonna treat you like that i’ll fight them wtf,, people do shitty things tho and while they may make you feel bad, it’s not your fault ok… you’re awesome and u dont deserve that kinda shit

     Thank you kindly. That was extremely kind of you. I definitely needed to hear that. Thank you!