[ it is never easy to see the ones you love be hurt, but that he has hurt himself only adds an extra layer of horror and fear. the way he shouts in pain is a knife in her heart and while she trusts prompto fully and completely, knows that he has come so far, that he is no longer the person he was then, it makes it no easier to watch. she wants to gather him into her arms, to kiss his sweet face until the anguish is gone, to punch him straight in the gut for ever being so foolish, for daring to hurt someone she loves so very much.
his arms come around her, his voice so close to her ear, but she cannot look away, however much she wants to. it is a private moment, one he had not shared with her and so she should.. respect that, yet she cannot seem to tear her eyes away when all she wants is to help this lonely, idiot boy. ]
Oh, Prompto..
[ what can she say? what words could she possibly offer? certainly nothing that can ease her heartache or his anxiety, nothing that could ever take away the pain he experienced in these moments. all she can do it lift her hands to close them over his arms around her, anchoring herself in the warmth of his skin. ]
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his arms come around her, his voice so close to her ear, but she cannot look away, however much she wants to. it is a private moment, one he had not shared with her and so she should.. respect that, yet she cannot seem to tear her eyes away when all she wants is to help this lonely, idiot boy. ]
Oh, Prompto..
[ what can she say? what words could she possibly offer? certainly nothing that can ease her heartache or his anxiety, nothing that could ever take away the pain he experienced in these moments. all she can do it lift her hands to close them over his arms around her, anchoring herself in the warmth of his skin. ]