synopsychic | HELP!

-=he can feel it. in an odd, unnatural sort of way, but the connection is still there and he turns his face into the touch nonetheless. both hands on each side do the same thing, finally trying to pull the other man into a hug=-

But he was made like-

-=he cuts himself off and visibly tenses up, the mechanisms in his joints fighting it. his eyes widen slightly, then turn incredibly sad. he cant cry, or hyperventilate, but somehow that pain is still clear=-

Th-this... this is what they made me for.. did you know that? Did I tell you that? Like those soldiers...

I was trying to forget, you know? P-pretend I was normal, here with you.

You told us. [Eliot's voice is gentle, as he leans into the mechanical embrace.] We saw.

[His fingers slide up into the feathers Prompto now has for hair.]

But you were never going to be normal. You're extraordinary, and part of that is that fact that someone made you for a purpose you denied. You chose who you were going to be, and who that is, is someone who is kind, generous, courageous, and strong. You're the strongest person I know, and I love you for that - I understand, now, better than I used to, about wanting to be normal, but you're so, so much better than that.

And this body? [His hand slides down to squeeze the younger man's metallic shoulder.] This body was not made to be a soldier, to kill, it was made to protect a kid who was hurting. And then it was refined to protect other people who needed help. I know you've still got Sherwin in your head, because I have Eli in mine - he was a good man, and he dreamed himself into this for good reasons.

Prompto, I know this sucks, but you're still you. You're still the man I love. Just hang onto that, okay?

-=the feathery hair isn't like the soft strands prompto usually has. they're made of a softer, paler metal than the rest of him. They have give to them, rounded edges keeping fingers safe=-

-=prompto remains quiet as eliot speaks, focusing on the sound of the magician's voice. it's not quite a panic attack, not like last time. the uncontrollable surge of dread is still there but it's tempered by a lack of racing heartbeat and burning lungs from a struggle to breathe. this body remains calm and cool in comparison, so more of eliot's sentiments stick than what otherwise would have=-

I'm trying.

-=he says softly, still trying to process everything eliot said. when he starts to relax it's less obvious outside of the way his hug changes, becoming less desperate=-

I-I missed you. I know we were other people but it still feels like it's been forever and I really wish I could kiss you right now.

You can, it'll just be weird. [Eliot points out, with a little wry smile.] I don't how much you can feel in that thing. Though I am aware of the internet, and therefore I have seen at least 20 pictures of robots doing a lot more than that.

[This is probably not the time for jokes, but it does tend to be one of the ways the magician deals with stress. He rubs his thumbs along Prompto's cheeks, adding more seriously] I think we can get you back to yourself with a spell, though. I mean, if you can't do it - it would be a bastardization of a transformation spell, combined with some of the liminal bullshit around here, but theoretically ...

[pause] I missed you, too. A lot..

I can feel it's just... not the same?

-=hes not sure how to explain. instead of trying he winds two of his arms over eliot's shoulders and leans in to rest their foreheads together. not the same, but he still wants to feel as close to Eliot as he can. sherwin was a good man, but he still hates the whole concept of what just happened to him. all he wants to do now is curl up with eliot and hide away from everything for a while=-

I love you...

-=gots he really does want to kiss Eliot right then. the need is almost overwhelming. he just wants to feel real and alive again, and he's never felt more so then when he's intimate with Eliot, even if it's just a kiss. that seems to be what does it, that desire overriding whatever fear had kept him locked in the new form.

with a flash of light not unlike when he calls his weapons, Prompto is suddenly himself again, small and hanging from Eliot's shoulders in a wash of floating spots of light. he stares up at eliot with wide, confused, blue eyes. then with a soft, desperate sound in the back of his throat, he pushes himself up onto his toes so he can press a kiss to eliot's lips=-

Oh, hey- [Eliot begins, a startled expression lighting his face as Prompto turns back to himself. It's actually pretty impressive, but he barely has time to process this before Prompto is hanging off his shoulders, forcing him to bend forward, and then he's being kissed. ]

[Oh. Yeah. He really had missed that, Jesus. The older man wraps his arms around the lithe blond and tugs him as close as he can, kissing back with a will. There's a part of him inside that still feels jealous and uncertain and weird, but it's easy to ignore with Prompto's needy form pressed up against him, here and now, obviously still wanting him.]

Guess we didn't need a spell after all.

-=prompto doesn't want anyone else. he feels more than a little pathetic and desperate right now, but he doesn't even care. the thundering of his heart makes him dizzy and he lists forward a bit against Eliot's chest, and he gasps for air when the kiss finally breaks=-

I-I just... wanted to feel you so bad.

-=love conquers all supposedly. he looks up into eliot's face and it's like surface tension alone is keeping his tears from falling. he's not on the verge of a breakdown, thankfully, but he's suddenly tired. so he leans in and buries his face against Eliot's chest, breathing deep of his scent=-

[Eliot smiles and presses his face against the gunner's hair - his real hair, warm and soft and smelling of Prompto. His hand settles between the younger man's shoulder blades, and he doesn't even make the obvious joke about feeling him. This is where they belong. Together.]

Hey. [he says quietly instead] Let's go home?

-=eliot feels so warm, and he smells so good. prompto doesn't want to let go, not for a long time. his fingers curl into the fabric of the magician's shirt where they curl around his back.

Yeah... -=nodding, he finally looks up again, managing a small smile=- Yeah, lets go.

[Raises his hand to run his thumb gently along one of Prompto's cheeks, stroking back a bit of hair, and then he nods. He pulls back just a little, and briefly, to form the hand positions that summon the door to their room. Then he settles an arm around the gunner again so they can escape to somewhere private and shut out the rest of the world for a little while.]

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