burstmodes | ic contact ( prismatica )

Hey Prompto, you free?
I've got a thing for you

oh uh yeah
yeah i'm free
what's the thing?

Did you see that Lumi guy around?
Just something from his shop.
A barrierette

[ It takes him much too long to convince himself Noct actually meant to type that and not something else. ]

i think so?
didn't really go in to check it out tho

what am i supposed to do with it??

Uhhhhhhhhhhhhh wear it?
Do you have something against hair accessories?

[ He's joking. Possibly. I mean those dancer outfits in LmaO were really... something. ]

haha very funny
no i mean what's it for
like is it gonna give me hair powers or something?

[ He's mostly kidding, but honestly, considering this place, he really has no idea. ]

[ Hair powers.

Just hair powers. When Prompto doesn't get an instant answer, he can probably figure out why and what Noctis is thinking about, because it's that. How does he even come up with this stuff...? Too many video games, obviously. Video games that Noctis has also played. ]

Yeah, actually
Just like Bayonetta
Thought it was pretty cool
But it only works if you wear heels too
Dunno, guess the wolf guy has a fetish
Worth it for superpowers tho, right?

Edited 2020-02-03 04:58 (UTC)

[ Sometimes his brain just works magic, and other times, it comes up with weird stuff like this. But at least Noct humors him. Or... he thinks that's what this is; right now, he's just gullible enough to believe he's serious since he's the expert in all this Prismatica stuff. ]

seriously?! 😩

not sure if it's worth it or just awkward
but i guess......
well heels aren't as bad as the whole dress or skirt thing
maybe??
only one way to find out if it's actually as worth it as you say

should i come over or did you wanna meet up somewhere?

[ Prompto's just lucky that Noctis isn't the photographer of the two of them, or there would be so much more blackmail material on him out there from jokes like this. ]

Yeah, come over.
You still have to check out the place

[ Not that the apartment he and Ignis share is exciting or anything, but it has Prompto's old room. And like, Prompto should just feel comfortable coming over whenever. It won't feel right until then. ]

[ Honestly, he doesn't need the help; Prompto could blackmail himself by accident because he simply exists. Still, there's something a little apprehensive about all of this, though he isn't sure why he should be worried about it. Would he find something there that didn't make any sense or upset him? Maybe. That's just how his luck always goes. ]

yeah yeah
i'll see ya soon then

[ Not that he actually knows the address, which is something he should have clarified before heading out, but it's not that hard to ask and get pointed in a general direction before he's close enough that someone gestures to the right house. Easy. And he's made it in one piece with little trouble, so there's that too. ]

[ Considering it's Sanguis right now, making it anywhere without trouble is a huge accomplishment, and Noctis smiles at the door to see him, nodding as he leads Prompto inside. ]

Hey, come on in.

[ It's a decent sized place, three bedrooms with separate bathrooms, an open living room and sizable kitchen. The photos on the walls are all generic places in Lunatia, ocean views mostly, unchanged since they got there. There are vases of fresh-cut flowers, and of course the whole place is spotless, because Ignis may be blind, but he's still Ignis.

Once they reach the living room, Noctis pulls the barrette from the Armiger and tosses it to Prompto, then flops back onto the couch. Better to get that out of the way before he's distracted and forgets about it. ]

Here you go. One stat increase and hair super powers when you wear it with heels. Enjoy.

[ It doesn't do either of those things and Noctis isn't sorry. ]

[ He can tell it's nice the second he walks in—no tour necessary. Probably because Ignis also lives here, and that's an idle thought he tries not to overthink too much as he glances around. Silently, he thinks about replacing those sad photos at some point with something a lot nicer to look at, but... maybe it's an unnecessary addition since he doesn't live there himsel. Which spirals out into a bunch of other things he doesn't need to consider right now, nearly missing the throw and fumbling with the barrette before it's safely in his hands.

Is there something he should take from his best friend giving him something that sort of looks like jewelry? He hasn't got a clue. ]

Like I need more help with my hair game. [ But his quiet thanks is tucked between the words, toying with the accessory for a second or two before joining Noct on the couch. ] So... cool place. [ Why is he making this awkward? It's like when they'd first started hanging out in high school all over again. ] It's just you and Iggy here, huh?

[ Which makes sense for a thousand different reasons, but it had also been that way in Duplicity too. ]

[ Maybe it's because he's the prince of awkwardness incarnate himself, but Prompto's brand of awkward doesn't bother him. It's just nice to share his company again, honestly, when there aren't moonblessings or virtual reality games or killer lion gods or whatever involved.

Noctis leans back into the couch and does his best to keep his voice light and conversational. ]

For right now, yeah. Luna was here for a while. And Gladio. You were too, before you moved in with Alisaie.

[ That's a lot of people for three bedrooms, but it probably doesn't take much guessing to figure out how they made it work. Besides, the four of them spent months sharing a single tent, so like. Compared to that, this place may as well be the Citadel. ]

[ Light and conversational like they haven't shared more intimate moments together or faced worse things than talking about living arrangements. Prompto stares at his hands, rolling the barrette between his fingers as he tries to swallow the knowledge of what Noct says, and yeah... thinking about it probably wouldn't be hard to figure out if he wanted to. But he doesn't because it's a bunch of memories he doesn't have and probably never will, wonders how they'd all gotten along in this place and why he'd decided to leave to live with his girlfriend at the time.

That's not a hard conclusion to come to either, but more than that, he wonders if he'd ever move in again with them. (Doubtful when he hadn't even lived with any of them before in Duplicity, and some habits are harder to break than others.) ]

Sounds like a good time to me. Guess the idea of throwing a party is out though, right? [ But it's a thought for later since Ignis' birthday is soon, and he curls his fingers around the clip. ] Wanna show me around?

[ That's a pretty flippant answer considering that, yeah, there's a lot of unspoken history, remembered or not, between them. And involving the others, too. But that's just Prompto, isn't it? And as much as Noctis wants to point out the deflection and drag darker things to light, he's grateful for it, too. How can he even attempt to unravel the tangled mess their relationships have become? Things weren't better on Eos, but they were a hell of a lot simpler, that's for sure. Those thoughts are the reason the idea of a party catches Noctis even more off guard. ]

You want to throw Ignis a party?

[ Like, seriously? Or is he just joking about it? It's not like the idea hadn't occurred to Noctis, but he wasn't planning on anything beyond just, like a cake and dinner together, and that doesn't exactly count as a party, if you ask him. Anyway. Noctis stands to lead the way, but doesn't actually go anywhere, just gesturing across from where they were sitting. ]

Uh, yeah. So, this is TV.

[ Noctis is an excellent tour guide. But no really, these TVs are awesome? It's a great place to start, even if it might not be what Prompto had in mind. ]

Dunno if you have one yet, but there aren't any console or controllers. The VR is built-in. The reality shows are basically what you'd expect from a place like this, though.

[ Moving right along. There's the kitchen, but that seems like a good ending point, so Noctis skips it, heading down the far hallway instead. ]

The bedrooms are upstairs.

[ He shrugs in response to the question, trying to leave it vague without really offering much. It could be fun to organize something like that, but he'd have to talk about it in length with Noct at another time. Planning would take some coordinating, and it's not like they were ever stealthy enough to hide things from Ignis before. They've still got several days before that particular day anyway, so he'll bring it up later when they're not distracted by everything else. Besides, as soon as Noct points at the TV, Prompto's already laughing about it. ]

Still don't know how I really feel about none of that being a thing here. [ But only because his hand-eye coordination is pretty decent when his fingers are attached to a controller. He follows after him without a hitch in his step. ] You got one of those things in your room?

[ Only asking because, you know, they could get lost playing games for hours and not take up any space in the living room. And if not, Prompto's just supplied him with more food for thought, though he supposes if Noct only uses his room to sleep in... He hums under his breath as they move through the place, fingers still wrapped tightly around the barrette. ]

And don't tell me you spend a lot of time watching that stuff. You could literally do anything else here. [ Like go to another planet or explore the depths of the universe. ] Or we could together. I mean, later if you feel up for an adventure.

[ Prompto has no idea what he's saying because he's just trying to fill the silence and how strange it feels to be wandering through a place he must have gotten comfortable in but doesn't remember. If he hadn't thought about it before, he thinks about it now: he hates being the new person in a strange place when he'd gotten so used to being the veteran. ]

[ Some other time, right. Well, they still have a couple of days to figure it out, and whether a party happens or not isn't a big deal. They'll figure it out, Noctis is sure. Even low-key, their birthdays have always been nice. Everyone's happy those days no matter how big a production it is or isn't. It's one of the few things he isn't worried about. ]

Something similar, yeah.

[ It's more like a projector than a real TV, but it's still VR and still connects to LmaO and Prisma's equivalent to the internet, so it's close enough. He's not thinking about why Prompto might rather play in his room than the living room, though. He shrugs, feeling weirdly defensive about how he spends his time. It's not like he even hangs out in the apartment much... Honestly, he kind of avoids it, a lot of the time. But not like he's going to talk about that. ]

Not a lot of time. At night, mostly. Just noise to fall asleep to.

[ Alright, so maybe the honest reason wasn't the best excuse, either. Not that Mr Narcolepsy has trouble sleeping, but. He just sleeps better with the sound of someone talking in the background these days. And he feels even more defensive admitting that, so he picks up his steps a little bit after and opens the door to his room, leading the way in as soon as he can. ]

Like an adventure to the arcade?

[ Instead of playing video games inside? An adventure fishing, which Prompto definitely doesn't want to do? He's also probably not talking about another kind of together, though Noctis can't helps his thoughts straying that way the minute they're in his bedroom, the bed just. Right there, taking up most of it, not other place to really sit.

He doesn't sit, but hesitates instead, just inside of the door, seeing it how Prompto probably does. The walls are painted like the night sky, and the bed fittings are blue and white to compliment it. There's another vase of flowers on the bedside table, and a red notebook beside it. The bed's unmade and there are also clothes and empty water bottles and energy drink cans around, because it's his room and Ignis never comes in here to trip over stuff anyway. ]

[ It should be strange that, even now, he can still pick up on when Noct is uncomfortable, but it's blazing in such bold colors that it would be impossible to miss. Is he making it weird? That's the constant thought in his head these days, biting his lip as he follows Noct into his room and searches for some segue into something not so awkward. What to do, what to do. He hums softly like he's trying to brush aside whatever routine he has to sleep, never having really questioned that before; it must be some habit, he realizes, that partially stems from traveling, the four of them crammed together in every sense of the word. (Prompto doesn't blame him for that because familiarity helps him relax too.)

And speaking of...

He slips around Noct and makes a beeline for the bed and all its unmade glory, dropping down onto the edge of it like it's just another day and there's nothing between them but their friendship. His index fingers and thumbs form a rectangle after he tucks the barrette beneath his thigh, angling it towards Noct like he's snapping an invisible picture to remember the moment, and he peers over his hands with a soft smile. ]

Yeah, sure. We could always go right now if you wanted. [ It's not like he's doing anything important. ] Or, uh... is there something else you wanna do?

[ What trouble could they get into? What could they explore?

It's much easier to think about those things and not the pull of tension that's settled in his gut because... he still has no idea what they're doing. Are they sort of dating? Casual hangouts? Prompto feels guilty for not coming clean about half the things in his life, but he figures Noct wouldn't want to know about any of that, not when has nothing to do with them as they are right now. Much like half the things that have happened to him in the past year, so it's easier to pretend it hadn't happened at all. ]

[ It's something Noctis has always been able to count on: he's kind of great at making things more awkward than they need to be, and Prompto's always great at diffusing that and making things fun again. So Noctis shouldn't be surprised when Prompto ducks past him, snaps an invisible picture between the frame of his fingers, enters Noctis' bedroom and sits down like he's been here a million times, like it's the most natural thing in the world to do. Like he's comfortable. Like he belongs here.

Prompto does belong here. It's hard for Noctis to look at his own bed and see anything but Luna smiling back at him, but he doesn't want to be miserable over losing her again when she isn't really gone. And especially not when somebody else he cares about is right there in front of him, asking what he wants to do.

It's not "go to the arcade," or watch a movie, or anything like that. Not really. It's a way deeper kind of trouble that has Noctis offering, instead of answering the question more directly. ]

You can stay here, if you want.

[ In the span of time it takes Noct to answer, Prompto's already distracted himself with looking around the room to take in the things he hadn't upon first glance. Some parts of it are similar to the one he'd had in his apartment in Insomnia, but there are obvious differences too, things that are simply a choice based on what's available here rather than anything else. At least, he thinks? He can't be too certain about that, and he snaps his head to look back at Noct at that comment, expression twisted a little in confusion. ]

You mean, like, sleeping over?

[ And it's not as if he's playing dumb; he legitimately isn't sure what Noct is implying here. Stay as in live? Stay as in... what? He can't tell, doesn't know. It's a little embarrassing asking for clarification, especially when the direction of this conversation is unclear, and he's back to biting his lip again, fidgeting a bit with his fingers before tucking them beneath his thighs and feeling the press of the barrette against the side of his hand. ]

I don't see why not. I mean, it'd be like before. Right? Just you and me and the whole night to do whatever. [ He keeps it light and soft. ] There's plenty of stuff we could do...

Right.

[ Noctis acknowledges without breathing, the word tight in his throat, the next words tumbling out before he lets himself think it over any more than he already has, all the time, ever since that first day Prompto held his hand and walked him back to an empty, government-assigned apartment. ]

Or you could move in and we could do that stuff all the time.

[ Even though Noctis still hasn't moved from the doorway, he can't bring himself to. He brings a hand to one hip and forces himself to breathe at least, trying to be more casual than he feels. It's not a big deal, right? Sure, they didn't live together in Insomnia, but they did here, for a while. And they spent months living out of a car together before that, which was way more intimate. Wasn't it? ]

I know you've got a place of your own, and a roommate and everything, but there's still a room here next door to this one that's always been yours. I talked to Ignis, and he wants you here, too. So if you feel like it... You can stay here. Come live with us.

[ ... oh. So he had meant that.

Prompto had never been particularly good at hiding the way he feels, and now, it's probably a lot more amplified than it usually is, aware of the pressure that had been soft in his chest sinking down heavily into the pit of his stomach. Suddenly, everything's a thousand times more awkward than he could have ever imagined it being between them, glancing at Noct, who hadn't moved from the doorway, and down at his feet like he expects them to have an answer at the ready. More than anything, this is what he'd wanted all that time ago, when he'd first realized how much he felt for his best friend, and now, it isn't anything he wants to deal with. Because every time they discuss it or casually mention it, it's like he doesn't belong again.

He's a fake, not real. The one Noct hadn't spent all that time with before, the one who will never have those memories. ]

I – [ This isn't hard. He can do this. ] I don't know. I'd probably just get in the way, and it's not like... [ There's a helpless shrug, having clearly already made a mess of his attempt at trying to explain. ] I guess I'm just worried it'd be weird if I stayed with you guys. I haven't really lived with anyone else for a while.

[ And before that, before the road trip, he'd just had that empty house to himself since his parents were never around much. Slowly, he crosses his arms over his chest and tries not to look like he wants to crawl out of his own skin. Prompto swallows sharply. ]

You'd really want me here?

[ The hesitation and the way Prompto shrinks in on himself seize Noct's heart like a vise, but he really only blames himself for that. He shouldn't have hesitated. Maybe if he's just invited Prompto over that first day he was back, insisted on it, he wouldn't even be questioning if he's wanted now.

Or maybe he would still, anyway. A lot has changed between them, and they've both changed a lot in different ways, but they're still them. Prompto's always felt that way, which is why it's easy for Noctis to reassure him, just like he always has. ]

Yeah, I do.

[ His arm drops, and he doesn't bother with the door, but he walks over to the bed and sits down next to Prompto, close enough for their shoulders to touch. The way Prompto hasn't put that barrette in his pocket or something yet has been driving Noctis a little crazy, so he takes care of that now too, tugging Prompto's arms uncrossed and peeling the barrette out of Prompto's fingers, then pinning it into his hair over his ear, making that decision for him, since he can't make the moving in one. But he can reassure him about that, too. ]

It'll only be weird if we make it weird. The moonblessing thing is the weirdest part, and it's not like we haven't already dealt with that once.

[ He pushes aside Prompto's bangs beneath the barrette, and his thumb traces a scattering of freckles across Prompto's cheek, remembering the rainbow they'd made last Iris. He leans in to brush their lips together in a kiss, telling himself it's alright, that this is allowed, that it's the new normal now. ]

Think about it?

[ It feels pretty weird now, but maybe that's just him. He's trying not to make it a big deal, that this is normal despite it not actually being really all that normal, and he can't help the way his eyes fall shut at the touch of his hair and the press of the barrette, the sweetness of the moment and how much he wants to cling to it. He could be reading into the gesture too much, but the graze of his thumb and the pressure of Noct's mouth on his says way more than that. Still... ]

Yeah. [ His voice is thick, and he pauses, trying to let it settle a moment. ] I mean, I'll think about it. It'd be cool to spend more time with you. [ And Ignis, his brain supplies seconds too late. ] You know though...

[ He trails off, trying to let his body language speak louder than half the things he might be able to say as he reaches out to rest his palm on Noct's thigh. If anything, he could easily make it something casual, but had there ever been anything casual for him after all that time in Duplicity? Even the moonblessing stuff didn't bother him that much, trying not to overthink the fact they're both in Noct's bedroom and sitting on his bed—an easy in to making out if he pushed a little more. There's a soft exhale, and Prompto tilts his head to nudge their noses together, offering a familiar smile. ]

Never mind. It's not that important. [ As if he could ever admit the truth so boldly. ] But I promise I really will think about it.

[ Noctis lives in a constant state of weirdness, so he's not really the best judge. But he's stubborn, too. What the four of them had in Insomnia was good. Being out on the road together was different, and there was a lot of bad, but it was even better somehow, too. And now there's this place, and things are different again. Harder to figure out, but it's fine. If there's one thing Noctis knows, it's that he needs his friends. They all need each other, and he's not going to let moonblessings or sex or whatever get in the way of that.

Is that even what Prompto's trying to say with that look and how he touches his thigh before leaning in and sighing? Noctis has no idea. But he knows Prompto wants to be here, and he wants to be with him. That's all that matters to him. Even if Prompto decides he'd rather keep living on his own for whatever reason, he's here now, and that's what counts. Noctis nuzzles back, his closer hand covering Prompto's on his thigh, and he links their fingers together before Prompto gets wise and takes it back. Then Noctis leans back again, but not far. Just enough to watch at Prompto's expression as he asks. ]

You're really gonna leave me hanging?

[ Obviously there's something important there, and if it's standing between Prompto moving in and all of them being close again... Noctis wants to hear it. ]

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