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ARDYN IZUNIA

Ardyn Izunia. Professor of law. Lord of law. Liege of law. The one grading your papers. Leave a message.

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[mercurio]

[the result those words have on prompto is immediate. he crosses his legs and holds on tight to his ankles, as if to anchor himself, and tries to make himself smaller by hunching his shoulders.]

[it's a wonderful thing to hear, considering that any attempt to speak up always resulted in terrible things said back to him. there never a hand offered to him to pick him back up, or to accept any sort of help. sometimes it's still a strange notion for him to accept help from others, at all, and even stranger still to think others want to offer such a thing to him.]

[all prompto can do is nod, several times over]

Okay.

[and he really does hate himself, because apparently crying earlier was not enough, as tears spill silently this time, grateful more so than anything else, even as prompto's hand races to rub them right off his face]

O-okay.

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[He only hopes that his words will sink in, that they'll reverberate in his thoughts later, days and days after this conversation has ended. Ardyn is sincere in all of it, and though he hates to see Prompto cry like this, he wants to know that they've made an impact in some way.

But, his bleeding heart-- no, not even that, it's the thread of closeness that keeps taut between them, shuddering as Prompto's tears spill, that makes him step forward. He could offer words of comfort, words of assuredness, statements of eloquence and sincerity that come to him as naturally as breathing, but-

He hugs him instead. It's a fatherly sort of thing, almost protective, highlighted more by how much bigger Ardyn is in comparison to Prompto.]

...You'll be fine, in the end.

[mercurio]

[perhaps that's all prompto ever needed to hear. that he'd be fine, no matter how rough growing up may have been, and especially without his current hang-ups mattering at all in the type of person he wants to be. it's okay for him to make mistakes and take accountability for them, and the repercussion for them doesn't need to be a slap to the face or plain and simple abandonment.]

[three simple words hold within them a truth prompto has been having a hard time to swallow: he's doing a lot better now, even if he came from nothing, even if he was alone all this time]

[because, really, no matter what the circumstances may have been, he greets every tomorrow with enthusiasm and a happiness that isn't faked; no matter how little he's always had, the fortune of friends and found family is worth a million times more than all his shed tears from once before; despite the past, he's working towards a future he can feel proud of.]

[prompto is slow to react, but he leans ever so hesitantly into the embrace, shoulders positively shaking, trapped sobs rising past his lips, a hand finding itself clenched onto the front of ardyn's shirt even as his forehead, too, keeps him connected to a feeling of safety and belonging he never thought himself deserving of. perhaps one day he'll outgrow this feeling, of desperately trying to find a home despite having already found one, but for now he remains as he is, having a hard time making the tears stop]

[daemonized]

[He'll let Prompto take all the time he needs. He'll let him latch onto his shirt, fingers digging into the material, without so much as blinking. He'll let him cry, shoulders shuddering, sobbing into his person. He doesn't care; if this is what Ardyn can offer him in way of support, then so be it.

And so he just lets him cry until he feels better, until it's all out and he can't cry anymore. The hug remains steady, undeterred, unmoving -- until then.

And only then does he speak again.]

Do you feel better?

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[prompto nods into ardyn's chest at the question]

[the crying has stopped, and he's feeling exceptionally drained out of energy. he feels embarrassed, too, and that's why he doesn't quite pull away. he won't apologise though, considering they really are past that (and ardyn hasn't accepted any of his apologies as of yet).]

[it's with a bit of reluctance that he pulls back, cleaning up his face by bringing up his shirt. snot and tears, the best combination for the end of the way.]

Thanks...