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“Anything catch your eye here?” Prompto asked, giving a cursory look over the map before he looked over at Primam. He watched her approach and scan over the map meticulously.

After a moment, Primam lifted her hand and pointed to a circular area on the map. She then turned her head to smile in Prompto’s direction. Leaning in to see what she pointed at, Prompto read the area name: Lunar Papiary.

“... What's a ‘papiary’?” Prompto asked.

“It’s a place where they house butterflies,” Primam replied. “It's not an actual word in the dictionary, but it does come from the old language, ‘papilo.’ Kind of like how ‘aviary’ comes from the old language of ‘avian,’ and ‘apiary’ comes from the old language ‘apis.’ If…I recall, there are some linguistic movements to make it a recognized term among butterfly enthusiasts.”

“Oh! You study the old language, then?” Prompto raised his brow in some surprise, shoving his hands into his pockets. His camera bag hung idly at his side, pushed back only slightly as he adjusted his stance.

“It's a small interest of mine,” Primam softly admitted, withdrawing her hand finally. “But you must have had an idea in mind for what you wanted to see yourself? You're the one here for photos, after all.”

The slight hesitation in Primam’s voice seemed to indicate uncertainty as to why she was invited.

“Well, yeah, but…” Prompto chuckled nervously. He then held up his hands, both thumb and index fingers outstretched as he made a rectangular frame with them. Closing an eye, he brought his framed fingers up and got Primam in view between them with a grin. “You're my subject for the day!”

Prompto then lowered his fingers and scuffed the bottom of his boot against the ground before he returned his hand to the back of his neck. He looked down, realizing he never actually mentioned he wanted to take photos of her while they were out. After a moment, he cleared his throat.

“I mean…if you're okay with that, of course. I just wanted to do something I thought may have been fun,” Prompto sheepishly admitted. “You, um…you just kind of struck me as the kind of person that would have enjoyed something like this. Y'know, cos all the flowers and stuff are pretty, and you, uh…”

Prompto paused, not trying to give the wrong impression. Looking back up at her, he fumbled slightly.

“You, uh…smell nice? Always kinda like wildflowers! So I figure you must like places like this.”

Good recovery.

Primam kind of stared at Prompto after he said that. Her expression seemed blank, as if trying to understand what exactly was just said to her.

Bad recovery, bad recovery!

Prompto watched as Primam finally brought a hand up to cover her mouth, gentle laughter soon coming from her shortly after. A slight heat spread over Prompto's face and ears. Did he say something silly?

“I'm…I'm sorry…” Primam said after she let out her giggles. “I've never made the connection that one may think I like botanical gardens because of my perfume. Though you are right that I like them.”

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"So, uh…you thinking to fairy tale Lady Lunafreya back to the Crown City?" Prompto asked once they had gotten their reservation situated at the Mother of Pearl. He had already kicked off his boots and flopped down on the fluffy beds that the resort had to offer, stretching languidly across the fresh linens with an uncontrollable smile of contentment on his face.

"Nah," Noctis began in response, unlacing his own boots and getting them set aside closer to the entrance of the room. "No need to rush to happily ever after."

"Still can't believe you're actually tying the knot, dude!" Prompto said, pointing his attention up to the wooden ceiling above. There was this wistful expression on his face to accompany his equally wistful tone. "How does it feel now that it's finally happening?"

Noctis paused, shrugging his shoulders as he took off his jacket and got that placed aside as well. "Fine, I guess?"

"C'mon, you can't fool me!" Prompto rolled over and propped himself on his arms and elbows, casting Noctis this smug grin with a teasing furrow to his brow. "Any guy would be over the moon to marry her!"

Again, Noctis shrugged.

"No big deal…" Though, shortly after his response, Noctis looked back over at Prompto, his head lazily lolled to the side. The barest of smirks tugged at his own lips. "You sure seem to be making a big deal out of it, though. Don't tell me you've been fantasizing about tying the knot and having your own big wedding."

Prompto scoffed, his cheeks falling flush. "Who doesn't!?"

There was a moment where it seemed like Prompto deflated, sinking down onto the mattress as he nestled the bottom of his face between his arms. It was an all-too-clear indicator that having the tables turned on him got him flustered and embarrassed to some degree. Having Noctis chuckling in amusement certainly helped very little to quelling the heat in Prompto's cheeks and ears, though.

"Ugh! Fine, forget I brought it up…" Prompto groaned, bringing his hands over his face and rubbing away at his cheeks in hopes that would remove the blush he felt settled there.

"There is certainly an option if you'd like a wedding similar to Noct's," Ignis chimed in. He had been standing at the window in the room, checking his phone for messages or notes. Pocketing the device, he cast his gaze over at Prompto's flustered self. "As it stands, you're not short a childhood friend who is more than glad to spend her time with you."

Prompto popped his head up, gawping in response to Ignis'…tease? Was Ignis teasing him?

"Ch-wha-Prim!?" Prompto blubbered out, soon raising his hands and waving them, shaking his head at the same time. "N-Nuh uh! No way! It's one thing to tease Noct about marrying a princess since he's royalty! There's no way I could have anything with Prim!"

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Twenty-Four Touches :: Guide

Having been granted the King's Blessing and officially recognized as a Crownsguard (or at least in training to become one), Prompto shows off that he can handle his new connection to the Crystal surprisingly well. Very surprisingly, especially after Primam weighs in on how it can take a while to get used to! But now that Prompto can use magic — or at least has a connection that gives him the potential to do so, he and Primam start a little lesson in being able to cast some Green Magic spells.

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"So…" Primam started as both she and Prompto sat on one of the riverbank slopes not far from their high school. She was staring up at the sky — maybe the magical Wall whose shimmering, iridescent field was a translucent force that shielded the city. Either way, she kept her gaze pointed up and away.

"… 'So'?" Prompto repeated in question.

"Well…" Primam drew her knees up and wrapped her arms around them. She rested her cheek upon them, looking in Prompto's direction. "You were granted the King's Blessing… How are you feeling?"

"Oh…!" Prompto looked mildly surprised. He lifted a hand, rubbing the back of his neck. "Not too much different, I guess? I dunno…"

He moved his hand to the side, his camera shimmering into existence within his palm. A grin spread over his face as he regarded Primam; "But I can do this now! It's like you and Noct said that one time at the Winter Festival, y'know? Thinkin' about my camera and remembering how it feels in my hands — how it feels to use it… It just instantly appears in my hand! That's so cool!"

Primam's brow shot up as she adjusted herself — she leaned in to have a look. A smile bloomed over her face seeing how easily Prompto had managed to manifest his camera.

"Whoa, hey! You learn fast!" Primam exclaimed, mouth hanging agape. She pointed at his camera and then shook her head. "And…you haven't, like…felt any nausea or lightheadedness? Headaches? Nose bleeds?"

Prompto shook his head. "No? Not really…"

"That's incredible!" Primam replied. Her expression really spoke to how much it seemed that this was a rare occurrence. She elaborated: "Even though most nobles and royals like myself and Noctis are born with it, there are some of us that still sometimes have trouble. It's even more apparent with the Kingsglaive that are newly initiated! Most of them tend to…well, they can't keep their food down."

"You can say they puke."

"Fine, they vomit. Puke. Upchuck. Praise the porcelain throne."

"There you go!"

Primam rolled her eyes. Though she pointed at Prompto's camera soon afterward; "May I?"

Prompto looked down at Primam's hand when she held out her hand and then handed over the small red camera. She turned it over in her hands and then grinned at him. "Though, you know it means I can return it to a shared armiger now, right?"

The camera shimmered out of existence from Primam's hands.

"H-Hey!" Prompto gawped.

"Oh, stop… Just summon it again," Primam retorted, shooting him a mischievous smirk.

Pouting, Prompto turned up his hand and sighed, focusing his mind on his camera. Just like that, it shimmered into his possession. Having it back in his hands, he laughed in surprise — well, more relief than surprise. But it was good to know that he could just do that even though Primam had been the one to send it away.

"You can just…do that?" Prompto asked.

"Sort of?" Primam replied. "I mean…Tandem and I share our own armiger. But that's pretty much because we share a lot of stuff. My weapons are his, his are mine? If I had to give it a kind of…description in a way. Most of the nobles who are close can kind of share that—" she lifted her hands to give air quotes "—'bond attunement' with one another. Like…did you know Mollie can pull from Tandem's but not really mine?"

"Huh…" Prompto furrowed his brow in thought, lightly tapping his camera against his chin. "So…it's like being close to one another? That it? Like our bond's just that strong?"

It…made sense in a way. Primam had been his friend for a while now. Seven years. Of course they were pretty close compared to Prompto's having been friends with Noctis and Tandem for three years.

Primam grinned a toothy smile — a rare sight even after she had gotten her braces removed. "Yes! I bet — if you wanted — you could probably summon my mace. Maybe my sword or daggers. Oh! I have lance in there, too…"

"… How many weapons do you and your brother train with?" Prompto quirked a brow, almost afraid to know the answer.

Primam looked down at her hands and started counting on her fingers. The moment Primam had gone past the count of ten, Prompto reached out and covered her hands.

"Never mind."

"Twelve."

"I said 'never mind'!" Prompto huffed. He leaned back, returning his camera to his armiger in the process. A long sigh left him. "Man…they really have you doing so much to prepare to be Noct's Arms of the King, huh?"

"It's the Chorus way to know a lot of weapons…" Primam replied, humming in thought. "Of course, that never means that we're good at all of them. I'm still not too great when it comes to claymores and great swords like Gladio. Doesn't help that most of them are just too wide and bulky for me."

"What about your mace?"

"It's got a concentrated weight point that I need for if something or someone sneaks up on me in the midst of casting magic. It's weighty and sometimes cumbersome, but the idea of its use is a temporary solution to cripple armor and create weak points for my magic. Or for someone else to take advantage of while I find distance." Primam had lifted a finger as she informed Prompto of why she preferred her mace over other options. Then then smirked. "Besides, one brief use of a Bravery spell, and swinging it becomes even more devastating for the unlucky individual that's sneaking up on me."

"Oh yeah, that's the one that makes you strong for a little bit, right? Or…I guess stronger in this context…" Prompto mulled over what he remembered Primam talking about when it came to different kinds of magic.

Then a thought occurred to him.

"Hey, wait! Prim, you could teach me magic, right? Like, real actual magic?" Prompto leaned toward Primam, a hopeful look in his eyes.

"I guess?" Primam replied, eyes flicking back up in thought. "We could always find time to give it a shot! I know the perfect spell to start you off with."

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"What? Aw, Prim, I wanted to learn how to use the cool ice or fire magic…" Prompto pouted. He and Primam were standing out in the middle of their empty high school field. His pout and protest were because Primam had just told him that she was going to start him off with a Shell spell.

Primam sighed. "Not yet… Just because I developed Blizzard magic first doesn't mean that it's what you should start with. All the nobles are taught White or Green Magic first anyway pending on their regimen."

"Seriously?" Prompto asked — his voice was tinged with genuine questioning.

"Well…yeah." Primam shrugged. "House Somnium teaches Silence and Deafen spells first — you should have known that given Mollie teaches you marksmanship. She no doubt casts Deafen when you're at the shooting range so you don't have to suffer the loud gunshots practically boxing your ears."

Bringing a hand to his chin, Prompto frowned in thought. It was true. He could recall Mollis doing exactly as Primam had claimed. But then…

"… So what's a 'Shell spell' do?" Prompto asked.

"Glad you asked…" Primam replied. She smiled and held a hand out toward Prompto. A striated barrier of magic clamped around him like that of a scallop almost.

It was easy to see where it got the name…

"Do you trust me?" Primam asked.

"… Yes?" Prompto replied.

"A lot?"

"Yes?" Prompto's voice was laced with uncertainty now. What was she planning?

"Touch the barrier."

Prompto cocked his head momentarily at Primam's request. He did as asked, though, and touched the barrier. He could feel the thrum of magic coursing through it. Though…it gave slightly under his touch. It rippled and ebbed like water.

"Harder," Primam said.

Okay…Prompto pressed harder against the barrier. His hand passed through it rather easily. There was little resistance.

What was the point of asking him to do that?

"Put your hand back in."

Prompto pulled his hand back into the enclosed Shell spell barrier.

"Do. You. Trust. Me?"

Prompto looked at Primam. He nodded. "Yes."

Primam took in a breath. The wind started to whip through the field — Prompto could see how it tugged and rustled Primam's hair and clothes. When she lifted a hand, Prompto's eyes widened slightly. Ice crystallized at her fingertips and were thrust forward, ripping through the air toward Prompto.

Instinctively, Prompto lifted his hands and shielded himself. No harm came to him. Instead, he heard the ice crunch and shatter against the protective spell around him. Lifting his head, he saw where each impact of ice shard hit the barrier, his mouth falling open with surprise and awe.

"Shell is a barrier spell similar to Protect — it shields its target from magical and elemental damage. Essentially, it helps to protect you from people like me, or creatures that can harness the world's magic," Primam explained. She walked closer to Prompto and passed through the barrier, invading his personal space just a little bit with a smile. "But, it doesn't do much for the physical aspect of things. So…that's why you and I can pass through the barrier without too much issue."

"Couldn't have…told me that from the start…?" Prompto asked.

"… I guess I could have…" Primam mused. She then adopted a more apologetic expression as the Shell spell came to an end. "Sorry."

She looked away, realizing something that made her frown.

"I-I guess…" Primam began. She shook her head. "No, you're right, I should have, that was dumb of me. I shouldn't have shown you the way my father does to Tandem and I."

Prompto hesitated.

"Hey, neither of us got hurt, right?" Prompto attempted to lighten the mood. He knew she must have felt awful having that realization just now. She had never taught him how to use magic before — of course she would have used a method that she had been used to learning it…

"Prim…" Prompto leaned down. "Look it's fine, alright? Just…you know for next time, right?"

Primam looked at him. Slowly, she nodded. "Y-Yeah. You're right. I'll…I won't just throw you into that kind of situation again."

"Heh! Look at us!" Prompto said with a renewed grin, reaching out to give Primam a friendly pat on the shoulder. "Both learning already!"

His expression then softened. "And hey, with your guidance, I'm sure I'll learn all kinds of cool magic. I think you're right, too, y'know? Learnin' those protective spells'll come in real handy I bet!"

Prompto slipped his hand from Primam's shoulder and rested his hands upon his hips. "So, teach… How about starting from the top? Let's see if we can get me castin' a Shell spell like you can!"

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Tag Game: Username Songs

tagged by @halikyon -- thank you! ♥

tagging: @sylaurin, @yulin-xiv, @ubejamjar, @mimble-sparklepudding, @akira-kelle

P -> Primam's Theme by Holland Albright

R -> Romance by Holland Albright

I -> Iron by Woodkid

M -> Moonlight by Message to Bears

A -> A Sky Full of Stars by Coldplay

M -> Misguided Ghosts by Paramore

C -> Campfire by Naoshi Mizuta

H -> Home Sweet Home by Naoshi Mizuta

O -> Ode to the Sun by dredg

R -> (The) River by Raleigh Ritchie & Chris Loco

U -> Undisclosed Desires by Muse

S -> Snowfall In My Heart by Yoko Shimomura

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‘I can’t even remember the last time I saw Reggie. Feels like a lifetime ago.’

A redraw of that photo in Cid’s garage, of Regis and friends. I’m assuming Clarus took the shot. That whole scene with Cid talking about ‘Reggie’ gave me three million feelings and all I wanted was a version of that photo I could have for myself… Because as cute as the chocobros are, this is my dream team, and regrets and nostalgia are what I relate to the most.

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Day 14: NPC

Gibrillont and Khepri got close back in HW. Though they had their dalliances, it never went any deeper than friendship. Khepri still stops by the Forgotten Knight to catch up when he's in Ishgard, whether it's to have a drink by the fire or to stargaze.

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i do write for attention, actually, because that's a normal reason to create art

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I see signs now all the time That you’re not dead, you’re sleeping I believe in anything That brings you back home to me

Previously in this series: Ardyn and Noctis; the Chocobros; Regis and Cor

One more to go.

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Title: FFXIV Write 2024 - 24. Bar Characters: Estinien Varlineau Rating: Teen Summary: Tony Hawk was in this fic? Notes: None

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"So, uh…you thinking to fairy tale Lady Lunafreya back to the Crown City?" Prompto asked once they had gotten their reservation situated at the Mother of Pearl. He had already kicked off his boots and flopped down on the fluffy beds that the resort had to offer, stretching languidly across the fresh linens with an uncontrollable smile of contentment on his face.

"Nah," Noctis began in response, unlacing his own boots and getting them set aside closer to the entrance of the room. "No need to rush to happily ever after."

"Still can't believe you're actually tying the knot, dude!" Prompto said, pointing his attention up to the wooden ceiling above. There was this wistful expression on his face to accompany his equally wistful tone. "How does it feel now that it's finally happening?"

Noctis paused, shrugging his shoulders as he took off his jacket and got that placed aside as well. "Fine, I guess?"

"C'mon, you can't fool me!" Prompto rolled over and propped himself on his arms and elbows, casting Noctis this smug grin with a teasing furrow to his brow. "Any guy would be over the moon to marry her!"

Again, Noctis shrugged.

"No big deal…" Though, shortly after his response, Noctis looked back over at Prompto, his head lazily lolled to the side. The barest of smirks tugged at his own lips. "You sure seem to be making a big deal out of it, though. Don't tell me you've been fantasizing about tying the knot and having your own big wedding."

Prompto scoffed, his cheeks falling flush. "Who doesn't!?"

There was a moment where it seemed like Prompto deflated, sinking down onto the mattress as he nestled the bottom of his face between his arms. It was an all-too-clear indicator that having the tables turned on him got him flustered and embarrassed to some degree. Having Noctis chuckling in amusement certainly helped very little to quelling the heat in Prompto's cheeks and ears, though.

"Ugh! Fine, forget I brought it up…" Prompto groaned, bringing his hands over his face and rubbing away at his cheeks in hopes that would remove the blush he felt settled there.

"There is certainly an option if you'd like a wedding similar to Noct's," Ignis chimed in. He had been standing at the window in the room, checking his phone for messages or notes. Pocketing the device, he cast his gaze over at Prompto's flustered self. "As it stands, you're not short a childhood friend who is more than glad to spend her time with you."

Prompto popped his head up, gawping in response to Ignis'…tease? Was Ignis teasing him?

"Ch-wha-Prim!?" Prompto blubbered out, soon raising his hands and waving them, shaking his head at the same time. "N-Nuh uh! No way! It's one thing to tease Noct about marrying a princess since he's royalty! There's no way I could have anything with Prim!"

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Twenty-Four Touches :: Warmed Hands

In the stages of rebuilding, Primam returned to the Chorus Manor to see if there were any items of hers that she could salvage. Of course, it being the first real winter since the reclamation of Insomnia as well as the severance from being connected to the Crystal, Primam can feel temperatures again. When she returns home to Prompto, of course she gets scolded for going out not properly equipped. But hey, at least she had her coat.

Notes: Post-game (shortly after World of Ruin). Kind of starts off with a major spoiler.

Word count: 1,510

For the first time since the fall of Bahamut — the first time since Noctis, Lunafreya, and Stella gave their lives — winter had made its claim upon the lands of Lucis. Despite this, people still toiled away at relief and rebuilding efforts. Most of these efforts were concentrated on the old housing districts. People cleared rubble and debris from the streets, doing their best to salvage what they could, rebuild what they could not.

For a time, Primam had taken to sifting through the remains of the old Chorus estate. There was precious little that she could have hoped to find. She never could feel safe having too many keepsakes, or mementos that meant much of anything to her.

But they did exist.

Or…maybe they used to…?

She ducked under a crumbled wall and slowly walked through. Her old room was recognizable even past all the dirt and glass shards. Something must have broken a couple of the windows. Maybe even someone.

Primam knelt down by the rumpled and dirtied bed, pulling her coat a little more tightly around herself. Tossing her head to the side to remove her hair from her face, she moved the dangling sheets up and peered underneath.

There were still a number of boxes there. Shoe boxes mostly.

She reached for one and pulled it out. Which one would this be?

Removing the lid, Primam found old photos. Some of them were curled along the edges, but otherwise looked as if they had been untouched by time.

Putting the lid back on it, she moved the box aside and slid out another one. She did this with the rest of the boxes that had been underneath. It was the safest way she could have kept her belongings from being tossed out or otherwise destroyed by her mother when she grew up there.

That all felt so…long ago.

It was. But sometimes…

Primam shook her head.

She found all five boxes, and all of them still had what she considered to have been her most cherished items… Mostly. Many of her plushies and stuffed toys had since been destroyed or were too weathered being more out in the open. The same could have been said for some of the clothes in her closet; most of them had been chewed up by moths or other creatures.

Gathering up the boxes, Primam brought them out to her vehicle and got them situated in the back. A small smile formed on her lips; she was looking rather forward to what Prompto would have thought. It would have been more fun if there were things in there he remembered!

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Prompto had been waiting back in a temporary home — it was a part of some structures that had been erected to help house Insomnians as they reclaimed their fallen city. Everything one needed was in them: a functioning bathroom, a bed, a closet space, a small dining area, and a small kitchen for cooking or preparing meals. Between Primam and Prompto? Well, it was a little lived in, but tidied enough. At the very least, it provided privacy.

Seated at the small table, Prompto had a laptop open and was working on organizing a number of the photos he had taken over the course of the last few days. He had been interested in at least documenting the state of Insomnia — a way of keeping track of the rebuilding efforts, and a way of seeing how far Insomnians come in regards to rebuilding their home.

The door unlocked, and Prompto's attention immediately lifted. His expression brightened as he saw Primam walk in.

"Hey, Moonlight," Prompto greeted, standing from the table and walking toward her.

Primam smiled, closing the door behind her and leaning toward Prompto as he approached. She pressed her lips against his in a chaste kiss greeting, smiling up at him when she pulled back. "Hey yourself, Sunshine."

"… You cold?" Prompto asked, looking at Primam tenderly.

"A little, I think…" Primam replied.

Prompto's gaze dropped to her hands.

She was not wearing gloves.

He reached for them, feeling her icy fingers in his hands. "Prim, you're freezing."

Primam made no response. Instead, she was looking down at their hands. Her lips were parted, and her eyes held this sense of surprise and wonder in them.

Slowly, she moved her hands so that her fingers were laced along his.

"… Your hands are so warm…" Primam murmured. She smiled, her elation reaching her eyes as they crinkled at the corners.

Prompto paused, uncertainty flickering across his features. How was he supposed to respond to her equal parts shock and joy? Part of him wanted to scold her for going out without wearing gloves; she should have known better since she had always been made to wear winter clothes when her temperature-based hypoesthesia was a big part of her life!

Now that it no longer plagued her since everyone's connection to the Crystal had been severed, it was even more paramount to make sure she dressed appropriately.

Prompto gripped Primam's hands a little more firmly.

"You can't keep going out without proper winter clothes, Prim…" Prompto finally said, gently reprimanding her. He had been good about making sure she had a jacket or something in the past…but there were days he slipped up. Now was the time to be more vigilant about it.

That made Primam's expression falter slightly. A look of guilt settled on her face, and she nodded.

"I remembered my coat at least," Primam replied sheepishly.

Prompto smiled slightly at that. He hated having to be hard on Primam, but like her firm words in helping him with his training over the years, it was from a place of care and concern.

"Here, let me warm them up more…" Prompto offered. Readjusting, he clasped his hands together, Primam's hands between them. He rubbed them together, generating more heat for her.

… Had he ever done this for her?

The more he rubbed Primam's hands, the more he realized that this really was the first time he had ever done this for her. She never complained about being too hot or too cold…he knew that. He had been with her during some of her sick days where she ran a high fever — her skin had burned, and she shivered from chills. Never had she complained about being hot or cold — just nauseated or lightheaded. Sometimes ache-y.

When Primam's skin started to match the feeling of his own, Prompto pulled them up gently. He pressed kisses along Primam's fingers and hands, his lips lingering with each kiss. His eyes closed as he simply just…kept her hands within his grasp.

"… How do your hands feel?" Prompto murmured against her skin.

"Better, thanks to you," Primam replied, her voice just as soft. She was smiling at him when he returned his attention upon her face.

Prompto simpered in response. Rubbing her hands again for good measure, he then said, "Well…I'll let this one time slide. Especially since I got to help warm them back up… But next time, remember to wear your gloves, alright?"

He took a moment, his brow knitting together with some thought.

"You can feel the temperatures now, right?" Prompto asked. Best to make sure.

"Yes?" Primam tilted her head with some confusion. She looked at their fingers. "I do feel the warmth from your hands. I guess…it kind of flickers here and there. But I feel when your hands are over mine…and I feel it like the same way I feel the heat from the radiator or the shower. It's not just a touch anymore. I can feel the heat…like when the sun feels like it's draping a warm blanket on me now. I can tell the difference between light and shade on a sunny day."

Primam giggled. "Or when you've been in bed for a while and then leave. If I wake up quick enough, I can feel the heat you've left behind. It's…warm!"

… Maybe there was no better word for her to use. But hearing her talk about the difference between sunlight and shade? That was pretty big.

"Oh yeah?" Prompto asked with a grin.

"Mhm~" Primam hummed playfully. She smirked, narrowing her eyes at him. "And there's certainly another way we can heat one another up while it's nice and cold out."

"Do tell~" Prompto matched her playfulness, lowering their hands and simply holding them loosely.

"Oh…perhaps later…" Primam teased. "I actually want to bring in some stuff for us to look at. I think you'll like it."

"More than this 'other way' of warming up?"

"Well… Maybe."

Prompto leaned in and pressed little kisses against Primam's neck. "Well, then 'maybe' we can warm up together before you bring that stuff in… Provided it doesn't need to be refrigerated…"

"Doesn't need to be refrigerated."

"Then it can wait." Prompto grinned against Primam's skin and then leaned down to scoop her up into his arms, eliciting a yelp from her. "I've got a lovely fiancée to warm up."

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Prompt #24: Bar

Valen had decided it was time to make a bit of gil the old fashioned way. Singing for his supper. Not that he'd starve without doing so. He just liked having enough gil in his pocket without relying on his family. They wouldn't let him starve if it came down to him being broke. But he knew for sure he'd get all sorts of looks from his uncle if that happened.

He found a rather decent looking tavern to stop at for the night. Making sure it was okay with the owner for him to perform. Some places got a little iffy about people performing without permission. It wasn't that they disliked bards or minstrels. It was just sometimes you had to be careful about what sort of music was played in an area. Or how easily a bar fight might start on a bad day.

Thankfully this tavern seemed to be eager for some live performance of a musical variety. Good. Valen was eager to be a bit of a brat tonight. He knew full well his uncle would deny these songs because it was making the Jackal of Coerthas out to be more of a hero than an assassin. Valen had heard one of two of the people he'd gotten to pick up the songs had been quietly threatened by Alexois for singing those songs. Not that his uncle was likely to actually go through with those threats over music. Even better that he wasn't too far from Ishgard right now. It just made it even more amusing to sing of the Jackal.

He opened up with a song called 'Hero of the Brume'. Mixing in one of the more traditional songs afterwards. Putting too many of the Jackal songs together never fit well for him. It seemed to work better to mix them into his usual song set with older songs. Make it seem less like he was doing this on purpose and more likely he'd picked them up from other bards or minstrels. One more lively song before he stepped into the next Jackal song he'd called 'Toss a Gil to your Jackal'.

He played a couple more tunes before deciding he needed a break. Checking the coins in his hat he'd left sit near the edge of the stage to see what he'd made so far.

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Who wouldn’t fall in love with such perfection. Right, Prompto?

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I love battle couples ok.

Fighting side by side. Trusting each other completely. Trying to protect each other. Casual banter in the middle of a fight. Their teamwork. Sparring each other to keep their skills sharp. Getting uncontrollably angry if the other gets hurt. Kissing each other when they’re victorious.

I seriously have a thing for battle couples.

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Prompto hides behind Ignis and Gladio whenever bad guys show up oh my god

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Ignis: Prompto!

Prompto: What?! It wasn’t me!

Ignis: Sorry, force of habit. Noctis!

Noctis: Nope. Not me either.

Ignis: Oh? Then who set the house on fire?

Gladio: *whistles, tucks hands into jeans and slips out the door*

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