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UPDATE 2/21/2017: ROUND ONE IS CLOSED FOR PROMPTS. Please feel free to continue posting fills. Round Two will open for prompts and fills on 3/1/2017.
Re: Fill: [7/?] Prompto- Memories of the past
Date: 2017-04-12 01:55 am (UTC)Ignis, keep hugging the poor child! And maybe spoon feed him. And also wrap him up in that blanket again.
And and and, oh god, I don't know, tell him this is a No Punishment Day for good behaviour or something. ;_;
(Have they noticed the barcode yet?)
Re: Fill: you say you love
Date: 2017-04-12 02:13 am (UTC)Re: Fill: you say you love
Date: 2017-04-12 02:14 am (UTC)Re: Fill: [8/?] Prompto- Memories of the past
Date: 2017-04-12 03:59 am (UTC)Prompto nods – bites at his lip, fighting not to cry again so soon after he's sworn he won't. He says, "I passed the test though, right? I only took one bite, just like you said."
He's proud, a little. It was hard, but he did it. Willpower and resilience and self-control, just like the debriefing said. Maybe they'll be happy with him. Maybe he did a good enough job that they'll gloss over some of that earlier stuff, when they write the report.
But when Prompto sneaks a look, trying to gauge their reactions, he can tell right away: they're not happy.
The black-haired guard is staring at him, eyes wide. The hand carding through his hair has gone very still. From somewhere behind them, the big guard circles into view. "Are you fucking shitting me?" he says.
"Gladio," says the guard with the glasses, sharply.
And the big man actually looks guilty – mutters "Sorry, Iggy," under his breath.
But Prompto's busy watching the black-haired guard. He's the one that's moving already, snatching up the bowl from the fireside table. Two quick steps brings him back to Prompto, and the guard kneels down, so that the bowl is right beside him.
Prompto's eyes skitter away, fighting not to stare.
"Are you hungry?" the guard with the black hair demands.
Prompto's stomach clenches inside him, sharp and sudden. Hungry doesn't seem like a big enough word for what he's feeling, but he bites his lip and nods.
"Then here," says the guard, and shoves the bowl toward him. "It's yours. As much of it as you want."
Prompto's sure he's heard wrong.
The words all make sense individually, but that particular combination, that can't be right. He stares up into the guard's face. He stares at the bowl.
The guard with the glasses – Iggy? – lets go, and gives him a nudge toward it. "Go on," he says, gently.
Prompto takes an unsteady breath in. His fingers close around the dish, trembling.
If this is another test, maybe he can get a few good mouthfuls down before they take it away from him.
That's the thought that spurs him to motion. He doesn't bother with the food-scoop, just tips the bowl back and latches his mouth against the rim. His throat works as he swallows, and swallows, and swallows again. Every line of him is shaking; his shoulders are hunched, arms drawn in, braced against the inevitable moment when someone will take the bowl back.
No one does.
He drinks it down until it's gone, and no one takes it, and then he clutches the bowl tighter still and licks the edges, chasing the taste. No one takes it then, either.
When Prompto finally looks up, the three guards are watching him with strange expressions. The one called Iggy is somber and tired; the black-haired guard's eyes are too bright, like he might start crying; and the big guard, the one called Gladio, looks as though he plans to break the next thing that comes within striking distance.
"Thank you," Prompto breathes.
He's still not sure what's going on here, but he knows how many demerits he should have. He knows what he's supposed to be getting, for this level of performance, and it's nothing like warm cloth or gentle hands or food that's a thousand times better than anything he's dared to imagine.
"No problem," says the guard with the black hair. "Looks like you needed it."
He did. Prompto's only realizing now, an unfamiliar sort of contentment spreading over him, exactly how much.
Re: Fill: [7/?] Prompto- Memories of the past
Date: 2017-04-12 04:01 am (UTC)And nope, they haven't noticed the barcode yet! It's still covered up by his full-sized gloves, which are giant enough on him to come up over the wrist.
Re: Fill: [8/?] Prompto- Memories of the past
Date: 2017-04-12 05:08 am (UTC)Re: Fill 1/2 Re: Clarus/Regis + Cor, Car Sex + Jealousy
Date: 2017-04-12 06:24 am (UTC)Re: Fill: [8/?] Prompto- Memories of the past
Date: 2017-04-12 01:06 pm (UTC)I wonder if Prompto will remember any of this when he changes back.
Re: Fill: [8/?] Prompto- Memories of the past
Date: 2017-04-12 01:55 pm (UTC)And the others reactions. Ignis being tired and worn, Gladio wanting something to destroy and Noctis being about to cry.
Prompto needs more hugs. They all need hugs.
Re: Fill 1/2 Re: Clarus/Regis + Cor, Car Sex + Jealousy
Date: 2017-04-12 02:48 pm (UTC)Re: FILL: Gracious (Noctis/Prompto, slave AU) 3b/?
Date: 2017-04-13 12:05 am (UTC)Re: Talcott/Prompto, Noctis/Prompto - One sided
Date: 2017-04-13 03:53 am (UTC)Re: Fill: [9/?] Prompto- Memories of the past
Date: 2017-04-13 04:13 am (UTC)But there's no time to dwell on it, because Iggy says, "Shall we get settled in again?"
Prompto doesn't know what he means. Not until the guard seats himself in his recently-vacated chair and says, "Prompto, if you'd be so kind as to join me?"
Prompto pads over to him, still clutching the empty bowl. He's not sure what to expect; everything he thinks he knows has been blown casually apart at the seams.
He shies back when Iggy reaches out his arms, but the man doesn't press forward. He only waits, expression calm, until Prompto squares his shoulders and comes close again.
Then Iggy says, "I'm going to pick you up. All right?"
Prompto considers this gravely. For as long as he can remember, touch has meant pain – but earlier, with the guard's arms around him, nothing had hurt. He wouldn't mind that again, the careful hold and the feel of fingers through his hair.
Tentatively, Prompto gives a tiny nod. Strong, gentle hands lift him as though he weighs nothing at all, and they settle him on Iggy's lap.
"A blanket, Noct, if you will?"
Noct must be the guard with the black hair, because he circles back around to the fire – scoops one of the pieces of cloth up off the ground. When he brings it over to drape it around Prompto's shoulders, the folds of it are still warm.
Iggy reaches a hand up, carefully, to pet his hair again.
And maybe he makes some gesture, something Prompto misses, because an instant later Gladio rights the chair he kicked down. He sits in it, and Noct in another, bracketing Iggy on either side.
They make no move to put Prompto back into storage. No one mentions starting a report.
Iggy takes the bowl from Prompto's hand, and he says, "We'll keep that for later, hm? In case you want more."
More.
Prompto knows the concept, of course. He knows more ammo, more orders, more training. He's never heard it used this way before, though – tossed out so casually, like this incredible thing might happen again at any moment.
Prompto's so busy being floored that he misses the start of the conversation. He comes in midway, when Noct's saying a hunt is right out.
"We could hit up the chocobo post," Gladio suggests. "Bet the kid would like that."
Kid? Are they talking about him?
Prompto stares between the men, wondering if somehow they haven't been fully briefed.
He's not a kid. He's not even human.
All at once, realization crashes over him like the icy water in the sanitation chamber. Suddenly, their strange behavior makes perfect sense. His eyes grow huge – trail down to his wrist, where the barcode is swallowed up by the oversized glove he's still wearing.
They think he's a person.
No wonder they allowed him people food. No wonder he's sitting here, Iggy's hand still carding through his hair. No wonder he's wrapped in a blanket, full and drowsing, instead of being carted away to go into storage for the night or – worse yet, but more likely – transported to the correction chamber to make up for his demerits.
He needs to show them his barcode immediately. He needs to let them know that they've made a mistake. None of this is for him, not really, and Prompto feels a sudden, swelling wave of grief at the thought.
But a minute passes, and then another, and Prompto doesn't say anything. The guards talk about eggs and toast for breakfast, and whether Wiz has a booster saddle, and finding Prompto clothes that will fit him. The conversation drifts, and still Prompto doesn't say anything. They talk about how they really ought to have a spare tire, and whether the fish out by Aster Slough will be biting this late in the season, and how much rain they're supposed to get later in the week.
He'll tell them any minute now, Prompto promises himself.
But some of the hair-trigger tension has slipped out of him, washed away with his realization of the misunderstanding. He can lean into Iggy's arms, and that's okay. He can pull the blanket in closer, and that's fine, too. They think he's human. He's allowed to have things like that, for as long as this lasts.
It can't last, Prompto tries to tell himself, sternly. He'll show them the barcode any minute now.
But the world is soft and kind for once, and Prompto's eyelids are heavy, and the fingers in his hair are gentle. Before he can quite work up the courage to confess, Prompto drifts off to sleep.
Re: Fill: [8/?] Prompto- Memories of the past
Date: 2017-04-13 04:28 am (UTC)Re: Fill: [8/?] Prompto- Memories of the past
Date: 2017-04-13 04:31 am (UTC)I have honestly not made up my mind on that yet... still deciding. ^^
Re: Fill: [8/?] Prompto- Memories of the past
Date: 2017-04-13 04:33 am (UTC)Re: Fill: [9/?] Prompto- Memories of the past
Date: 2017-04-13 05:07 am (UTC)Re: Fill: [9/?] Prompto- Memories of the past
Date: 2017-04-13 11:14 am (UTC)It might be just as well Prompto hasn't said anything about 'not being a person' yet. I'm not sure the other boys could handle it at this point.
Poor babies need all the hugs
Re: Fill: [9/?] Prompto- Memories of the past
Date: 2017-04-13 01:36 pm (UTC)Re: Fill: [9/?] Prompto- Memories of the past
Date: 2017-04-13 02:09 pm (UTC)And then realizing that they think he's a person... *horrified screaming* .... *horrified screaming intensifies* !!!
At least all of that was offset by Ignis holding him. I imagine Gladio is gonna be pretty great too, now that his temper is reigned in, since Iris is so much younger than him.
I hope Prompto enjoys the birbs! ;_;
Re: Fill: [9/?] Prompto- Memories of the past
Date: 2017-04-14 02:30 am (UTC)Re: Fill: [10/?] Prompto- Memories of the past
Date: 2017-04-14 02:34 am (UTC)Ignis is awake at 5:30 sharp, as per his usual schedule, but this time when he wakes, he knows almost at once that he's not alone.
Prompto is watching him, small face peering out from the interior of his sleeping bag. His expression is one of careful scrutiny and marked distrust, and really, given the evidence of the previous day, Ignis can't blame him.
To say the child has been mistreated does a vast disservice to the definition of the word understatement.
Ignis pitches his voice low when he says, "I'm off to start breakfast. Would you like to come with me?"
He's not entirely sure that he'll get a response, but after a moment that tousled blond head inclines in agreement. The boy squirms out of his sleeping bag, falling in behind Ignis as he unzips the tent and lets them outside.
It's not quite dawn yet; the air is brisk, and the sky is lovely, just starting to lighten to a pale pink. Prompto stands frozen near the tent entrance, looking up at it.
"Sunrises are quite striking, over the Duscaen arches," Ignis remarks, mildly, and pokes about in their supplies for a can of Ebony. He looks for something suitable for the child, as well, and finds a small box of milk, chilled with an ice magic charm. He thinks it's likely Noct's, but his highness will just have to share.
Ignis inserts the straw and offers the box to the child. "Thirsty?"
Prompto's hand reaches for the milk. He hesitates, draws back, and tugs nervously at the oversized gloves still hanging from his hands. They really do need to find the boy some clothes that will fit. Ignis had been hoping that the spell would prove short-lived, but evidently their opponent's magic was formidable, indeed. They'll need to care for the child as best they're able, until Prompto can be restored to his rightful age.
"It's all right," Ignis says, keeping his voice calm and level.
He's rewarded when Prompto reaches out again, with his left hand this time, and seizes the drink.
Ignis sets about preparing what he'll need for breakfast, but he keeps an eye on the child, all the while. He doesn't miss the way the boy goes dazed and a touch starry-eyed at the first sip of his milk. There's certainly no mistaking the way he clutches the box as though it's something precious, scarcely pausing for breath until the contents are gone.
Gladio has the right idea, Ignis finds himself thinking, grimly. When all this is over, he would very much like to pay a call on whatever hideous excuses for human beings left these particular scars.
Small favors, though: the boy seems to have lost some of the hesitance of the night before.
Where yesterday, the child was avoidance through and through, today Prompto surprises him by initiating contact not once but twice. While he's cooking, Ignis finds a small hand clinging to the sleeve of his shirt. Then later, when Ignis settles in his chair with a second can of Ebony, the child drifts closer, transparently hopeful, and sets cautious fingers on his arm.
By seven o'clock, Prompto's worked his way through two eggs and a slice of toast, and he's sitting on Ignis' lap, legs tucked up against the chill of the morning.
He's not quite so tense today, thank the Six. He's sitting more like a child seeking affection, leaning into the palm rubbing soothing circles against his back, and less like an abused animal waiting to be struck. Ignis isn't certain what brought on the change, but it's a step in the right direction. They still have quite a few miles to go, but every inch helps.
Ignis is so loathe to dislodge the boy that he lets their companions sleep in. Gladio stirs at quarter past eight, emerging from the tent to go running. Noct remains abed until ten, finally wandering out with bleary eyes and sleep-mussed hair to avail himself of cold eggs and toast.
He offers half to Prompto, and the boy accepts with wide-eyed uncertainty.
Ignis watches without a word. He makes two mental notes: that small, frequent snacks are probably going to be necessary for a time, and that the child doesn't let on when he needs something.
Re: Fill: [9/?] Prompto- Memories of the past
Date: 2017-04-14 02:37 am (UTC)Re: Fill: [9/?] Prompto- Memories of the past
Date: 2017-04-14 02:38 am (UTC)No one is having a good time.
Re: Fill: [9/?] Prompto- Memories of the past
Date: 2017-04-14 02:39 am (UTC)