the miles are way too long

[saviorexe]

WHO: Markus, Ardyn, V & various
WHERE: All around.
WHEN: The first half of IC November.
WHAT: This is basically a catch-all log for my characters.
NOTES OR WARNINGS: None, will add if any crop up.

[Closed starters below! If you want a thread, just hit me up at aurajen and we can figure something out!]

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[verselet]

[It does sound lonely — a lonely place, a lonely thing to go through. And even while the camera’s screen transitions to the photo of an expanse of stars, V cannot help but think the vastness of space only accentuates this feeling, a big wide world that encompasses small existences.

It’s beautiful, though. The question promotes a lingering silence out of V, and he hands the camera back without looking at him.]

My father and mother died when I was young. [Leaning back in his chair again, his posture is more of a tired slouch than what it was before.] A sad backstory, but certainly not unique.

[He shears away the details so that he doesn’t have to go into them.]

Not like your story.

[mercurio]

[prompto takes his camera back, getting back on his feet as v leans back and seems to slouch.]

Doesn't need to be unique to not be rough. Sorry, for your loss.

[because he really is. no one is without something that eats them up inside, in fear and hesitation and compromise, of something that has changed their life's paths forever. it's painful at best, endlessly searing hot at worst.]

[he walks back towards the couch and sits down, playing around with his camera some more, eyes kept low.]

...are you also lonely, sometimes?

[it's a heavy question to ask, he knows, but he wonders about it, regardless, even in the quieter tones of his voice.]

[verselet]

[That is a heavy question, one that doesn't bypass his reticent nature all too easily. While V might be more open about certain things than his previous self, there is still an enclosure around his insides; an iron gate, barring the path, even if it isn't difficult to see past the bars.]

I think everyone is. Sometimes.

[Widening the scope of the answer to encompass "everyone", and not him specifically. Thus it's only half an answer.]

[mercurio]

[prompto can't help the sharp exhale of air, a small smile on his features before he rubs it away with his hand.]

[he knows what v is doing--the desire to talk about others rather than to talk about himself. prompto is also guilty of deflecting, mostly when he first started hanging out with noctis and the others.]

Right. [he glances up.] I like that about you. You put things into--a different perspective and, like, you get it.

[it's the interactions they've had from the start up to this point, from being relative strangers to roommates. prompto understands that v wants his space, and so he gives it to him. at the same time, v is approachable, never really pushing a conversation away unless he wants to--and by then, he would let you know that he's done talking.]

[as far as companionship goes, prompto's glad to have v around. makes things not seem that lonely.]

Hopefully I'm not a huge pain in the ass as your roommate. Even if it gets lonely... [for himself, he means. softly,] I'm feeling a little better. [he means that!!] Guess I felt I couldn't really -- talk about this with anyone.

[verselet]

[He supposes the compliment should be satisfying enough. At least V can return it in a similar fashion.]

I'm not used to living with others. It probably comes as no surprise to you, but I tend to keep to myself when necessary.

[Such as his memories would remind him, the only time he felt comfortable in shared company was when Vergil had been so, so much younger.]

So for what it's worth, the fact that you're not a 'pain in the ass' at all says something for your character. [And that is sincere enough. He looks at him with a raising, slightly amused, brow.] I'm glad you're feeling better.

You can't commandeer the couch forever, after all.

[mercurio]

[the words that v says are like blows of feel-good energy. there's no real virtue to them, but they don't seem to contest with prompto's more nebulous, detrimental thoughts about himself. rather, they seem to help the good that he knows he has shine more.]

[the thanks aren't said due to their being unnecessary, a smile fitting onto his face with ease.]

Yeah, like you're a big couch-user anyway.

[v has his preferences in furniture, and it's the armchair he's on right now that suffers his attention most days, witness to softly-spoken poetry or the light tap of fingers to the rhythm of a symphony or two.]

[his eyes reach the other's amused look, some hesitation in his words.]

I was thinking of ordering somethin' for lunch. [he braves on with a casual air (but for the way he turns his camera over in his hands, seems to shift too much on the spot).] Dunno if you'd want something, too?

[you know, roommates stuff.]