Prompt Post Round Six
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Ardyn/Prompto or Ardyn/MT, Belegured assistant AU
Date: 2017-11-15 04:39 pm (UTC)Yep, our poor MT gets assigned to the Pepper Potts to Ardyn's Tony Stark and has to be poor fucker who drags him kicking and screaming to meeting and physicly force him to do paperwork when he'd much rather be running around Lucis fucking with the Prince's head and doing other evil villainy things.
Re: Ardyn/Prompto or Ardyn/MT, Belegured assistant AU
Date: 2017-11-15 04:57 pm (UTC)this looks amazing! Chancellor herding XD
Fill 1/? Re: Ardyn/Prompto or Ardyn/MT, Belegured assistant AU
Date: 2017-11-15 05:52 pm (UTC)"I go by Prompto, sir," the MT said, and Ardyn smiled.
"Really? My last, oh, three assistants didn't bother with names." They didn't bother much with anything, in fact: It was almost too easy for Ardyn to lose them in the wilderness, cities, and once, in the corner of a library archive. He did feel a little guilty about that one. But Ardyn was a busy man with his own plans beyond what the Empire required of him, and even an MT capable of bearing a nickname would only drag him down.
"I was taken out of processing in my seventh year, sir," Prompto said. "They sent me through the personal assistant program for General Caligo, but he keeps, um, breaking MTs, so they sent me here. His, uh." He paused, and to Ardyn's delight, slipped his hand free of Ardyn's grip. Good gods, this one was practically human! "His Radiance His Imperial His... Too many his-es... The emperor thinks you need someone to help you with the whole," he waved a hand, "showing up on time thing."
"And so he sends me an MT named Prompto. Clever." Ardyn patted Prompto on the cheek and turned to go. If he took an airship now, he could make it to Galdin in time...
Prompto appeared at his side.
"I'm also really fast," he said, and opened a thick blue folder. "So, um, you have a meeting at oh-nine-hundred, which means we're already late, because you wouldn't stop talking about my tattoo. You've seen an MT's tattoo before, right?"
"My dear NH-01987--"
"Prompto, sir, it's on the name tag and everything."
"My dear Prompto," Ardyn said, slowing his walk to a crawl as they proceeded down the corridor. "I may as well be the father of the MT program."
"Oh." Prompto peered at him, red eyes narrowing to slits. "Then you owe me like, nineteen years of birthday presents."
"Put that on my new schedule, then," Ardyn said, and took an abrupt left, locking the door to the service hallway behind him as he entered. The MT cried out in dismay on the other side of the door, and Ardyn brushed his hands off on his jacket, whistling as he walked on into the dark.
After a few minutes, he saw two faint lights in the distance, and heard the pounding beat of boots on metal. The MT staggered to a halt in front of him, uniform askew, cap rumpled, papers threatening to spill from his folder.
"Sir," he said, in a rasping, breathless voice. "Sir."
"My old friend NH!" Ardyn said. "How good to see you again."
"It's Prompto, I keep telling you it's Prompto," the poor creature panted. "And we're thirty-three minutes late, and it's my first day, and if you make me get sent back to Caligo I'm gonna cut off all your hair when you're asleep and no one's gonna believe you when you say it's me, cause I'm an MT and MTs don't get revenge on petty fucking assholes."
Ardyn paused a moment, watching the MT blink and gasp in the dark.
Well. This might actually be interesting.
"Very well," he said, and took the folder from Prompto's white-knuckled hands. "Lead the way."
---------
"Ok," Prompto said. He swayed as the Class C Imperial Airship lurched out of the hangar with an almighty roar. Papers slid over the piloting console, and Prompto scrambled to catch them before they disappeared under the mesh floor forever. "Ok, I got this. We got this."
"I'm certain we do," Ardyn said, flipping a switch that turned off the airship turbulence control. "Put a pen in my hand, and I'll be happy to sign."
"It's not just signatures, sir," Prompto said, and squeaked as the ship jerked to the right. He was dressed in a black and purple sweater-vest and spotted pants, as per Ardyn's instructions to burn his uniform, but his worn old cap remained. "It's the plans for the new playground in the lower middle city. I think someone's mad because there's lead in the mulch? I'm not sure. They wrote like, five letters, and most of them are cursing, and there's this part here where they say you probably came from a naga and a hobgoblin--"
Ardyn's smile froze. "Prompto. Surely you can forge my handwriting by now."
"Sir. One? That's illegal. Two? MTs don't go to jail for shit like that; they get scrapped for parts. Three? You tried to lose me in a department store last week. I'm not forging anything."
Ardyn quirked an eyebrow at the MT, who was trying to organize his paperwork and glower at the same time.
"Fine," Ardyn said. "I'll take the prince to a caravan, and the two of us will sign off on playground equipment until your core shorts out."
"Sir, I don't have a core, we've been over this--"
"Indulge me, my dear."
Prompto opened his mouth to protest, but then the ship hit a pocket of warm air and jolted up, knocking Prompto and his papers into the air. Prompto groaned as paperwork fell about him in a flurry, urgent, time-sensitive documents slipping through slats in the floor to make their inevitable way to the engine, where they would be incinerated.
"Oh, dear," said Ardyn.
"Sir?" Prompto lay flat on his back, staring up at the ceiling.
"Yes, Prompto."
"Sometimes I kind of hate you," Prompto said, and Ardyn laughed, turning the ship south, towards the warm fields of Duscae.
Re: Fill 1/? Re: Ardyn/Prompto or Ardyn/MT, Belegured assistant AU
Date: 2017-11-15 06:02 pm (UTC)::gets popcorn ready::
Re: Fill 1/? Re: Ardyn/Prompto or Ardyn/MT, Belegured assistant AU
Date: 2017-11-15 06:59 pm (UTC)Re: Fill 1/? Re: Ardyn/Prompto or Ardyn/MT, Belegured assistant AU
Date: 2017-11-15 09:29 pm (UTC)"Oh." Prompto peered at him, red eyes narrowing to slits. "Then you owe me like, nineteen years of birthday presents."
I love Prompto's comebacks! I had a huge smile on my face reading the dialogues :)
Amazing fill is amazing, can't wait for more!
Re: Fill 1/? Re: Ardyn/Prompto or Ardyn/MT, Belegured assistant AU
Date: 2017-11-15 10:42 pm (UTC)Fill 2/? Re: Ardyn/Prompto or Ardyn/MT, Belegured assistant AU
Date: 2017-11-15 10:51 pm (UTC)"There's such a thing as narrative timing," Ardyn said, as Prompto's eyes glazed over in anticipation of yet another speech. "The prince and his retainers will be needing a push in the right direction--"
"Yeah, ok," Prompto said, wiping his fingers on the expensive pants Ardyn had paid for. "But none of that has anything to do with the security briefings you need to go to, which I had to rearrange twice. Twice! I had to talk to the high commander last time, and he slammed the door in my face!"
"Some things," Ardyn said, with the patience of a gods-curst saint, "are more important than security briefings."
"Sir, I'm just trying to help you keep your job," Prompto said. "If you get fired, they're gonna demote me to street sweeping, which. Actually." He raised a hand to Ardyn's chest. "Yeah, that sounds nice. That sounds really n--"
A chorus of low voices and scuffing boots came from the stairs leading to the main street.
"We'll continue this later," Ardyn said shortly, whirling Prompto around by the shoulders. "Go. Hide in the... In the bushes, I suppose."
"At least street sweepers don't have to reschedule appointments," Prompto muttered, obediently folding himself up behind a small palm tree. Ardyn chose to ignore that and turned, flinging his arms out in an expansive gesture.
"Ah, your highness," he said. Before him, Prince Noctis and his two retainers stopped short, frowning deeply. The prince had a worrisome crease to his brow--likely the Archaeon's influence, poor thing--and his shield was shouldering in front of him, ever the gallant. "Aren't nursery rhymes curious th--"
"Did you just push a man in the bushes?" the prince asked. Ardyn struggled to maintain his easy smile.
"Pardon? I'm sure I don't know what you--"
"Yeah, he did," said the shield. "Right there. The scrawny-lookin' guy with blond hair."
Ardyn glanced over his shoulder to see Prompto hastily ducking behind a ficus.
There was a long, pregnant pause, during which any hope Ardyn had of making a decent impression went skittering away like a nest of imps. "Prompto, dear," he said. "Do come out."
"Yes, sir," Prompto said, tumbling out onto the stone. He flipped open his umbrella again and trotted up to Ardyn's side. He cast the prince and his retainers a look of cheery disinterest, the same expression he used when he had to explain to a supplicant that I'm sorry, Chancellor Izunia is indisposed, while Ardyn secretly read books in his office. The prince and his retainers stared in shock at Prompto's glowing red eyes and the tattoo on his wrist, but thankfully said nothing.
"May I introduce," Ardyn said, "NH-01--"
"Prompto," Prompto said, extending his free hand. "Future street sweeper."
---
The drive to the caravan was blissfully quiet, with Prompto getting sums wrong on the back of a budget report while Ardyn put on the brakes just often enough to make Prince Noctis slam the horn in frustration. Prompto gave him one or two curious looks for that, but didn't comment.
He did bring the reports with him to the caravan, though.
"Goodness," said the prince's advisor, leaning over Prompto's shoulder as he butchered funding for Research and Development. "What would a man of no consequence need with such a unique personal assistant, I wonder?"
Ardyn, who had just been weaving a tale for Prince Noctis that would have the boy eating out of his hand in minutes, turned with a smile.
"He needs everything," Prompto said, before Ardyn could speak. He struck out a line of numbers. "I find him when he's snuck out of bed, I track him down when he causes an incident with one of the clerks--By the way, sir? A snake? In the air vents? Really?--I get him to do like, half his paperwork, he's always running off..."
"Prompto," Ardyn said, a warning edge to his voice. Prompto straightened, making the advisor jump in alarm.
"Sorry, sir," he said. "It's true, though."
"I believe I may have some experience in that field myself," the advisor said, and Prince Noctis let out a cry of outrage.
Prompto shrugged. "I dunno," he said. "You train your whole life for something, and then you're hiding in the bushes while the guy who should be at a meeting with like, ten different diplomats talks about nursery rhymes. If it were possible to take a vacation, I'd totally do it."
The advisor smiled faintly and looked to the prince, who rolled his eyes. Ardyn leaned back against the pole for the caravan awning, watching Prompto carefully. As the sun slowly set, casting shadows over the MT's face as he wrote, a small, weak seed of a thought dropped in Ardyn's mind, bearing the start of a wonderful idea.
A vacation, he said...
Re: Fill 2/? Re: Ardyn/Prompto or Ardyn/MT, Belegured assistant AU
Date: 2017-11-15 10:59 pm (UTC)lazy idiotLucis Caellum herding.Re: Fill 2/? Re: Ardyn/Prompto or Ardyn/MT, Belegured assistant AU
Date: 2017-11-16 02:57 am (UTC)I really love the relationship between Ardyn and Prompto here. Their interactions are so hilarious.
And of course Iggy and Prompto are bonding over herding their idiots around. 😂
Fill 3/? Re: Ardyn/Prompto or Ardyn/MT, Belegured assistant AU
Date: 2017-11-16 12:52 pm (UTC)"Yes," Ardyn said, fiddling with the radio. "I was there."
"But why?"
Ardyn shrugged, and Prompto dragged both hands down his face. In the distance, a large piece of the meteor cracked and broke.
"The amount of paperwork you'll have to fill out when this is over... The amount of paperwork I'll have to fill out."
"You'll fry your circuits if you dwell overmuch, NH," Ardyn said. Prompto mashed his face into the back of the seat.
"I don't have circuits," he moaned, in the voice of a broken man.
"Perhaps," Ardyn said, and pulled the car into a gravel path. "But I know what you do have. A break."
Prompto slowly twisted round in his seat like a man facing the executioner. Then froze. He fumbled in his vest pocket, pulling out a pair of thick glasses, and shoved them on his nose. The light of his eyes reflected off the glass, making them glow as though lit by a sunset.
"Are those?" he gasped, clinging to the back of his seat for all he was worth. Ardyn smiled indulgently.
"Chocobos," he said. "We don't have them in Gralea, I know. I thought you might--"
But Prompto was already tumbling out of the car. He nearly fell, righting himself on a box of greens, and stared out at the Wiz Chocobo Post with all the awe most people reserved for Astrals and weddings.
"They're so fat," he whispered, as a baby chocochick bobbed about at his feet. He leaned down to pick it up, and barely noticed the tremor from the Disc that rocked the ground. The chick in his arms peeped, and Prompto gasped.
By the time Prompto got the nerve to touch one of the adult chocobos, inching forward with a handful of greens, Ardyn was already gone, on the road back to the Disc. It was a perfect plan, really. Prompto got what he wanted--chocobos, apparently--and Ardyn got what he wanted, which was to descend from the smoke of the Meteor with a chuckle, the bay doors of his airship slowly lowering as the prince and his retainers looked up at him with the horror and respect he was rightly due--
Kweh!
Ardyn, the prince, and the prince's companions turned to squint through the fires of the Disc as a chocobo's triumphant cry broke through the rumble of falling rock and failing MT anchors. There, standing on the ledge of the Disc like the general of a commanding army, was a man on a bright blue chocobo. A shaft of light illuminated his blond hair in a halo, his red eyes were like twin suns in his shadowed face, and when he raised a hand in a gesture of divine judgment, his chocobo reared, framed by smoke and fire and ruin.
"Sir!" shouted Prompto, formerly known as NH-01987. "You piece! Of shit!"
Ardyn leaned on the frame of the bay doors and covered his eyes with a hand.
---
To say that Prompto was a little put out by being left behind was putting it lightly. He sat on the piloting console in front of Ardyn, smearing soot off his cheeks and scowling impressively, the sole of one boot flopping loose from the searing heat of the Disc. Behind Ardyn, the prince and his crew listened in, thoughtful and silent, as Ardyn was scolded properly for the first time in nearly eight hundred years.
"Had to run from giant frogs to get there!" Prompto was saying. "Sir, I was told I would have to escort you to meetings and file your paperwork. No one said anything about, about Titans, or stealing cars, or getting left behind at a chocobo farm!"
"Stealing cars?" the prince asked, and Ardyn pulled on his magic, trapping the boys in a stitch of time while Prompto, undaunted, raised his hands in supplication.
"Sir, none of this makes any sense! What's the point? Why not just capture the prince and get it over with, then finally, finally meet with Gloria in accounting--"
"Because there are events that need to be put in motion, dear Prompto," Ardyn said. "I can't possibly focus on both my duties here and at home without making a few sacrifices here and there."
Prompto stared down at him with all the fury of an avenging angel. "Yeah?" he said. "This'll probably get me scrapped, sir, but with... with no respect, sir, I'm calling bullshit."
Ardyn leaned back, resting a chin on his hands. The poor man would have to notice the way the world had stilled eventually. "Really, now?"
"Sir," Prompto said. He clasped his hands together. "I've been training as a personal assistant for twelve years. Twelve. Years."
"An astounding amount of time indeed," said Ardyn, who was turning two thousand and thirty-five in the spring.
"If this is so important, sir, then why don't you just let me schedule it?" Prompto asked. "It's my job, right? So let me do it."
Ardyn raised his eyebrows. He looked up at Prompto, brows lowered in a fierce line, burn marks on his new clothes, desperate pleading in his voice. Then he looked back at the prince and his men, frozen in time.
"Very well," he said, shrugging lightly. "If that's what you desire, let's see what you can do."
Re: Fill 3/? Re: Ardyn/Prompto or Ardyn/MT, Belegured assistant AU
Date: 2017-11-16 01:21 pm (UTC)Re: Fill 3/? Re: Ardyn/Prompto or Ardyn/MT, Belegured assistant AU
Date: 2017-11-16 02:46 pm (UTC)Ardyn shrugged, and Prompto dragged both hands down his face.
Yeah, that about sums it up. At least he got to go see some chocobos! I can't wait to see how Prompto schedules the whole thing. ("9-12: Convoluted bullshit. 12: lunch.")
Re: Fill 3/? Re: Ardyn/Prompto or Ardyn/MT, Belegured assistant AU
Date: 2017-11-17 01:43 am (UTC)And how will Ardyn’s plan fare now that his very efficient assistant is helping??
(Not as planned I bet XD)
I can’t wait to see what shenanigans they get up to next!!
Fill 4/? Re: Ardyn/Prompto or Ardyn/MT, Belegured assistant AU
Date: 2017-11-20 12:44 pm (UTC)"I think I've got this, sir," Prompto said. "You want to bring Prince Noctis to Gralea so he can get eaten by a crystal. Which is actually an Astral."
"In a way," Ardyn said.
"And in order to do this, you're gonna let the Oracle die, destroy Altissia, push the prince's advisor off a train, and turn the." He closed his eyes. "Turn the emperor into a daemon?"
"There's a method to this, my dear," said Ardyn. Prompto gave him a long, disbelieving look.
"Uh huh. Then the prince comes out of the crystal when he's done doing... whatever, and he kills you. Then he kills himself. Then he kills you again."
"Not quite," Ardyn said. "All of His Highness' ancestors kill him. Then he brings back the dawn."
"Huh." Prompto picked up one of his red pens and made a worrying line in his notes. "Okay."
"You're taking this remarkably well," Ardyn said, steepling his fingers. Prompto swallowed the last of his burger.
"Sir. Do you know where they keep MTs who don't fit in the military?" Prompto shoved a group of fries to the side to demonstrate, and poked a finger into the center of the new pile. "I was trained next to the cage where they keep the giant metal worm that's supposed to kill Astrals. Dr. Besithia used to walk by and cackle, sometimes. You know what's weird? This. This is weird. Eating diner food, talking like people. Well, one MT and a... Chancellor who might be... immortal? kind of people. Petting chocobos is weird. Wearing something other than a uniform is weird."
He pushed the planner towards Ardyn. "But this? Sir. This is just bad."
-----
When Noctis, Ignis, and Gladio arrived at the gates of the garrison where the Regalia was being kept, they arrived to find the gates open. The Regalia was parked out front, gleaming with wax, the leather seats freshly cleaned, and a small, blond-haired young man in leather pants and a ragged knit cap sat on the hood. Noctis approached him slowly, keeping just behind Gladio, and the man looked up.
His red eyes cut through the gloom of the mid-afternoon rainstorm like the glow of the Regalia's brake lights.
"Hey there," said Prompto. He looked down at his tablet. "How does your Thursday look?"
"Thursday?" Noct asked.
"The hell does--" Gladio started.
"Only High Commander Ravus has a meeting Tuesday and an annual review the day after, so it's really the only day we have," Prompto said. "Do you think you can meet him at... Three in the afternoon? Four?"
"Wh--" Noct pinched the bridge of his nose. "Why would I want to talk to Ravus? What the hell does he want to meet me for?"
"He doesn't want to," Prompto said. "But I can get Lunafreya on a train to Tenebrae on Saturday and he pretty much owes me now. So is four good?"
"Highness," Ignis whispered, eyeing Prompto warily. "It could be a trap."
"Nah," Prompto said. "It's not a trap. Sorry," he added, when Ignis stared at him. "Good hearing, you know? Anyways, I'm putting you down for four. You won't be able to meet up with Ardyn until like... This time next month, but that's fine. He has a few doctor's appointments to go to."
He dropped down from the Regalia and waved, backing off to give the prince room. "Don't forget!" He shouted, as Noctis inched towards the car. "Four PM. Lestallum's Leville, third floor. No flash photography or cell phones allowed in the room. Thanks!"
Noctis slowly walked up to the Regalia, looking down into the driver's seat. He lifted out a pile of papers, held together with a sparkly yellow clip, and read the scrawled writing at the top.
"Ancient family grudges and you," he read. "How not to get eaten by a rock/commit a murder-suicide." He squeaked when Ignis took the papers from his hands, and watched as Ignis, flipping through them at an alarming speed, grew dangerously pale.
"Oh," he said. "Oh dear." He picked up his phone.
"What's the matter, Iggy?" Gladio asked. Ignis grunted.
"Nothing pressing," he said, in a faint voice. "Just opening up our Thursday."
Re: Fill 4/? Re: Ardyn/Prompto or Ardyn/MT, Belegured assistant AU
Date: 2017-11-20 12:49 pm (UTC)Re: Fill 4/? Re: Ardyn/Prompto or Ardyn/MT, Belegured assistant AU
Date: 2017-11-20 01:22 pm (UTC)Fill 5/5 Re: Ardyn/Prompto or Ardyn/MT, Belegured assistant AU
Date: 2017-11-22 01:01 pm (UTC)Ardyn placed his hands on Prompto's arms, forcing them down an inch. "It's torture," he hissed. Black ichor ran from his eyes, dribbling down his chin, but Prompto didn't seem to care. "Her magic--"
"Can fix you," Prompto said. "You should've been doing this two thousand years ago."
"I didn't have a--surprisingly--strong--" Ardyn pushed an arm free, but Prompto just slapped it back again. "Personal assistant."
"Maybe you should've," Prompto said. "Then you wouldn't be here."
Ardyn went quiet, gazing down at him, which gave Prompto enough time to unlatch from the door and cling to Ardyn instead. "Now talk. To. The Oracle."
"I can come back later," said Luna, sitting in dazed confusion on a dark blue couch.
"No," Prompto snapped.
"Yes," said Ardyn.
In the end, Prompto got his way. He had to practically drape himself over Ardyn's lap to keep him still, his chin on his shoulder, legs straddling his thighs, which meant that Luna had to lean around him to place a hand on Ardyn's cheek.
When light began to glow from Luna's fingertips, it was Prompto who screamed.
Shadows appeared on his freckled face, writhing around the light the Oracle had made. Prompto bit down on Ardyn's shoulder, muffling a shout, which Ardyn supposed could be forgiven. It distracted him from the pain of Luna's magic sinking into him, seeking out the dormant oracular power of his mortal body, wrapping tendrils around it as one would protect a seed in unwelcoming soil. He held the back of Prompto's head, more as something to do than as comfort, and felt a tremor under his palm. He scratched Prompto's scalp, and Prompto's face contorted at his shoulder, his whole body tightening like a wire about to snap.
"Enough," Ardyn said, but Luna was already sitting back, looking ashen and worn.
Slowly, Prompto allowed Ardyn to peel him from his shoulder. He looked back at Luna with glowing eyes shot through with blue, as though the light were draining out of them line by line. "The fuck was that?"
"Just a check up," Ardyn said, and Prompto raised a hand to smack him. His hand flopped uselessly on Ardyn's cheek and slid down.
"I'm sorry I couldn't do more," Luna said. "But I don't know how long we can continue. If I am to be the last of my line--"
"Wait," Prompto said. "You are?" Luna nodded. Prompto swung a leg around so he could sit comfortably in Ardyn's lap, and used Ardyn's forearm as an armrest. "Why?"
Luna blinked. "Well, the prophecy."
"I'm gonna need an answer that isn't godly bullshit, your holiness," Prompto said. "No offense. I mean, you never thought about delegating?"
Luna looked to Ardyn, who shrugged. "How," she said, in a slow, uncertain tone, "would you propose we delegate the power of the gods?"
"Easy," Prompto said, and gestured to himself. "Make more Oracles."
----
Six years later, the man who was slowly starting to resemble Ardyn Lucis Caelum stepped out into the blazing sunlight of an Altissian summer. The water off the canals sparkled, glass windows gleamed, and at the edge of the dock, surrounded by a crowd of festival-goers, Lunafreya Nox Fleuret raised her hand.
"How many of you have weekend Oracle duty?" she asked.
Before her, a row of fifteen year old girls dressed like a rainbow had barged through a glitter factory looked to each other. A few hands shot up. They all had Luna's face, but a little rounder and pimplier, and a few sported thick metal braces with rubber bands.
"Okay," Luna said. "You four get half days off so you can heal. Don't forget, you're getting paid for this, so go to the A2 clerk in the embassy for your paycheck when you're done. Yes, Buttercup."
She turned to the clone wearing all black, holding a hand straight in the air with another to hold her arm up. Buttercup stood, useless chains dripping from her baggy jeans.
"I couldn't find any daemons last time," she said. "Do I still get paid?"
Luna glanced over the crowd, towards Ardyn. At Ardyn's side, Prompto lifted his threadbare knit cap and winked a perfectly clear blue eye.
"Of course you will," Luna said. She clapped her hands. "It simply means that we're doing our jobs. Alright, girls, thank you for coming. I'll see you in a month!"
The girls shot up, dozens of tiny Lunas darting into the crowd to heal, quell daemons, and eat enough fried steak to make themselves sick. A few ran past Ardyn, waving as they went, some holding hands, some laughing. Prompto leaned against Ardyn's shoulder and sighed.
"So," he said, as Luna stepped down off the dock into a gondola where the prince and his men were waiting. "What do you think? Better than being dead?"
Ardyn rolled his eyes, and Prompto wove an arm in his, dragging him along the boardwalk. "Marginally, I'll admit," he said. "It was a treat to hear Bahamut's reaction to your plan."
"His fault for not thinking of clones in the first place," Prompto said. He didn't say sir. He hadn't in years, not since the first Oracle clone had stepped out of the tube, lost and bewildered, and Prompto leaned down and asked her, What do you want to be called? "Last of the line. Really. The gods have no imagination."
"They could certainly use a guiding hand," Ardyn said. "What do you think? A personal assistant each?"
Prompto shuddered. "No, thanks. I wouldn't subject anyone to that." He stopped as the shadow of a bird crossed them, and raised his eyes to the cloudless sky.
"Well," Ardyn said, as Prompto watched a gull wheel on a high wind. "What's on the agenda today, my dear Prompto?"
Prompto grinned, and reached down to take his hand. "Nothing," he said at last, and laughed.
"Everything."
Re: Fill 5/5 Re: Ardyn/Prompto or Ardyn/MT, Belegured assistant AU
Date: 2017-11-22 01:08 pm (UTC)Re: Fill 5/5 Re: Ardyn/Prompto or Ardyn/MT, Belegured assistant AU
Date: 2017-11-22 02:00 pm (UTC)Sometimes it takes a cloned personal assistant made partly of daemon goo and their daily planner to provide the answer! XD
Re: Fill 5/5 Re: Ardyn/Prompto or Ardyn/MT, Belegured assistant AU
Date: 2017-11-22 02:11 pm (UTC)Re: Fill 5/5 Re: Ardyn/Prompto or Ardyn/MT, Belegured assistant AU
Date: 2017-11-22 02:43 pm (UTC)Re: Fill 5/5 Re: Ardyn/Prompto or Ardyn/MT, Belegured assistant AU
Date: 2018-01-11 07:19 pm (UTC)wish there was an ao3 link, I'd love to bookmark it ♥
Re: Fill 5/5 Re: Ardyn/Prompto or Ardyn/MT, Belegured assistant AU
Date: 2018-01-11 04:40 pm (UTC)