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[failtography]

⏩ quickspam, ecats style for those little threads that probably don't really need full-on logs or if you just wanna boomerang something quick. no plotting required, just slam it down here! this applies to threads in and out of games c:

ty jeeps for the idea! ❤

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idek what i'm doing lmk if this makes sense

[misrememberance]

[ It's not like he's been keeping himself a secret. He can't really afford to when he's shifted through the Fade into a world that hasn't even heard of it, or him, or--well, anything. This world has cars, though. He likes cars.

It doesn't take him long to seemingly latch onto someone. That someone is Prompto, whether he likes it or not, and as they're in a clearing near the camping grounds, he all but sneaks up behind the other and talks, hat hiding most of his face. ]

Your eyes are different.

ayy

[failtography]

( it's not the first time cole's gotten the jump on him since they met; prompto doesn't think he's ever going to get used to this. the guy is... eccentric, for lack of a better word, but at least he's not of the empire. that's good enough, isn't it? )

Huh? ( different, cole says, and despite all that prompto believed he'd come to terms with his heritage the gunner finds that it does not ward against the cold grip of dread that closes around his heart all of a sudden. ) H-how d'you mean?

[misrememberance]

They're a different colour because you're different. You don't want to be. Flashes, hurt, you don't want to be like them, not like the numbers and lines etched on their skin. It gets worse when you're in the snow.

[ Cole's voice is calm and steady through all of this, and maybe his gaze is a little too steady, too--even with the hat and his hair obscuring his own eyes, he's fixed on Prompto. ]

But smiling, smiling's easier so they won't worry.

[failtography]

Wh— ( how could he know? aranea was there but she'd never tell, and there are details of his time in vogliupe's desolate snowfields that even his closest friends aren't privy to — much less this stranger.

the force of his unease sends prompto stumbling back, putting distance between them as a phantom pain seeps through bone into his wrist, where he put embers to it next to the campfire years ago. fingers curl around the spot instead of going for his gun, instinct already screaming at him for his mistake, yet he cannot pry his hand away. ) You— you're from the Empire, after all? But what did you— how'd you know— Did Ardyn send you? What do you want?

gUESS WHO SORT OF LOST THIS feel free to ignore

[misrememberance]

[ Oh, he's done it again, he's stepped on feelings he shouldn't have while trying to untangle them. Cole doesn't feel panic, not in the way he probably should, but shakes his head to the side.

He knows Ardyn, sort of--by name alone, and sometimes glimpses if he Looks too hard into one of the boys, and he knows of the Empire just by listening to the things they call radios, so it doesn't take long for him to put two and two together. ]

I'm trying to help.

[ Cole can't help the slightly frustrated tone of his voice, mostly at himself. ]