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I made a couple of changes from the original.

[he straightens the pages out in front of him, on his lap, and waits for a response...]

[His apology stubbornly swept aside, Ardyn takes no offense as he listens to Prompto's story. And as he lets the imagery develop in his mind as the young man reads it all off to him, he cannot help but feel that there is something equal parts inspirational and sad in this first chapter. He wonders how much of this should be reflected in Prompto himself -- or if he's just trying to read too much into it, as he's often in the habit of doing.

Regardless, he does close his eyes for a moment as the story is told, leaning his head back to rest on the couch. He only looks at him when he's done.]

Is it an allegory?

[He does like it. That goes unsaid. Ardyn is the sort who would not hide criticism if there was any to be had; that's the professor part of him.]

Dunno about that.

[he says with a quiet shrug, getting up and going over to grab a glass of water and the painkillers, again.]

I just like the idea of some kid and his chocobo exploring the world and going on an adventure. Whether it's meant to reflect reality or not... I dunno. I guess we all wanna be free.

[smiling, now, he ushers ardyn to take the medicine.]

[He follows him with his gaze. This time, when met with the painkillers, Ardyn will not resist nor complain.]

Why doesn't-

[Well, he supposes he'll take the medicine first. He does, and it goes down easily enough. He holds the glass in his hand for now.]

-the boy have a name?

[back on the floor he goes, sitting down cross-legged, watchin ardyn with a bit of a smile]

No reason, really. Names are hard to choose. Was almost tempted to name him Glenn, like the security at Noct's apartment's lobby. But he probably never was given a name, within the context of the story?

[his smile grows bigger and he leans in, one hand cupping over his mouth as he speaks in a whisper, despite not needing to.]

Maybe he'll get one later on. One that he likes.

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[Despite himself, and that answer still not being all that satisfactory (but perhaps he's reading too much into it), Ardyn just shakes his head, chuckling.]

I do hope so. Everyone is happier when they have a name to go by. "A rose by any other name would smell as sweet." But it defines an individual regardless.

[He leans back into the cushions, trying to relax his weary body.]

Do you know what your name means, Prompto?

[prompto's still grinning when ardyn chuckles, going on with his usual exemplifying of things, offering some quote or another. tell prompto a year ago that he'd be having easy conversations with an adult and he'd have scoffed at the idea.]

[it's something to consider, though, about the name]

He'll get one.

[it really is just difficult to name a character. partly because he saw himself in it, but he was trying to draw away from his experiences, create something new altogether, a brighter version of what he knew.]

[there is a name somewhere, though. ardyn doesn't know it, but that's basically the theme of the story. sunflowers? chocobos? all a red herring.]

[at the question, however, he looks up a bit surprised]

Hm? Yeah, it means 'quick.'

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That's right, it does.

[He seems to laugh a little. The idea of names and their meanings was always something of interest to Ardyn, though perhaps he only truly gives it thought when considering how it's applied in fiction.

But now, tired and allowing himself to be watched over by Prompto, this seems like entertaining, idle conversation to be had. Despite everything, he stretches a bit.]

Coupled with your last name, you're quicksilver. How clever. [But he imagines he's not saying anything that the young man is not already aware of.] You should be proud of it.

[prompto... has his own feelings on his name. of course he looked up what it meant, ages ago, the same way he went through every horoscope and birthday meaning website, along with personality profiling ones... it seems like a silly attempted translation, and while it is unequivocally him, it feels like it's rough-sounding and weird most of the time.]

[but he smiles at ardyn, humoring him]

It's pretty unique.

[that much is true]

Dunno about clever...

I think it is.

[True, a misguided attempt at a translation, but it was a clever way to go about it. Naming conventions were often traditional, somewhat boring things, and so all the more reason to be proud to be sporting one that's unique, to say the least.

Or perhaps Ardyn is just biased, given his own name.]

Do you think it suits you?

Uhm.

[this conversation isn't making him uncomfortable, but it's a little embarrassing. prompto wants to gush about name meanings and zodiacs and horoscope tendencies, and how certain things work best in a full moon...]

[but he retracts, instead, into awkward, shuffled silence.]

Ma-maybe, I haven't thought much about it.

[#tormented]

...I like silver more than gold?

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