THREE ✻ VIDEO

[mercurio]

[shaky camera handling, this isn't prompto's best moment behind it. the recording seems to be in sections. first, the sound of crunching grass and leaves under prompto's boots, dark surroundings but for the flashlight from his phone, and the appearance of these flowers as he walks on.]

Does anyone else hear that? There's music coming from the woods...

Ah, that--

[it cuts off. some minutes later, there's another video. this time the camera is facing prompto's face; his surroundings blurry, it's clear that he's running, and the rain doesn't help in capturing a clear picture.]

They're--here!

[he pants between his words. clearly he's been running for a while. what's this blair witch bullshit? however, prompto doesn't sound scared; he sounds anxious, almost excited.]

Wait!

[the feed cuts off again, cutting short a yelp of surprise from prompto.]

[the final piece of video is the most coherent one, if only because the camera is still. it's still pointing towards prompto's face but he's not concerned in looking at the camera straight on. his hair is heavy and wet from the rain. in fact, he's entirely soaked at this point.]

[the panting between his words, this time, is not because of physical strain. he's shivering.]

My dad's calling me. [a pause, his eyes glancing past the camera towards something in front of him] He says they've been waiting for m--

[he shushes abruptly]

Just now... Did anyone else hear them?

Comments

[mercurio]

[the frosted nipples comment makes prompto snort, at least there's still a sense of humour in him. trying to seem funny might seem out of place, but it's that 'out of place' context what makes it all that more welcome, despite the circumstances.]

I guess I could. [he pauses, but there's the crunch crunch of him walking away from chasing ghosts] I guess it's just scary to think they won't want to see me if I'm the one reaching out to them, not the other way around, you know?

[deflated, but that's what he believes.]

[hjack69]

Yeah, can't really offer good advice on that one. Mom left when I was way little, so I've pretty much always been on the fuck that bitch boat. Dad died before I was born. My nice grandma took my brother in and stopped coming around. Guess he was enough for them.

[ okay he's got to stop vomiting his family issues, Prompto's got enough of them. ]

I guess just think of it like this: would your life get any better if you saw them? For me, that answer was pretty much always no. So I never did.

[mercurio]

[prompto remains silent; as twisted as it is, it's kind of nice to be reminded that he isn't the only fool who has issues with his family. some things are hard to break away from, at least for him.]

[and prompto's always been a rather sensible boy]

I guess I'm more of an idealist. The prospect of 'what if' scenarios and the like...

[besides, he's still pretty much a kid trying to figure adulthood, still too close to what his childhood woes were, in wishing and dreaming that things can change and be different if he believes hard enough.]

[although he does suppose jack is right. a time will come when he has to give himself a definite answer: that his life won't be better if his parents decide to come looking for him two decades into his life.]

Uhm, I know you didn't have to, but thanks for sharing that with me. About your family. Makes me feel better even if it's fucked up.

[hjack69]

Don't sweat it, kid. I'm totally over all of that crap anyway. [ No he isn't. ] Sometimes it's good to know somebody else is in on the fucked up family train. Maybe even kinda enlightening? Like, I didn't realize it wasn't normal to pray for your grandma's painful death until I was like ten. Then I was like, wow, this makes so much sense now!

[ SO. CASUAL. ABOUT THIS. ]

You'll feel a hell of a lot better once you get out of the rain. Dunno if it's pollen from those glowy flower things or what, but somethin' out there really screws with your head.