007 | Voice

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Name: Prompto Argentum
Date: 6/1
Format: Voice

[It is a somewhat sad and bummed out Prompto who speaks on the network today, around lunch time.]

Uh, if...Caren's gone, if anyone's looking for her. I thought maybe she was just out doing an errand but...yeah.

[A sigh, and for a moment it sounds like Prompto may just let the post end there but then he sighs again.]

How do you, like, deal with losing people? In any way, here or back home or wherever. Just in general? I'm starting to think I'm not so good at it.

[He laughs, but it's a weak and forced sort of thing. He's trying, okay.]

Comments

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Lan Wanji. Hey.

[He's going with that and not whatever Wei Wuxian suggested last time they talked okay. Way less likely to end terribly.]

Remolds?

[taciturnly]

( .............try him. please. )

Your mind. Your heart. ( YOUR SOUL, PROMPTO. ) Let it.

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[Like hell is he trying anything Wei Wuxian said to try while Wei Wuxian was drunk.]

..oh. Yeah, that makes sense...

[He sighs a little.]

I've just, y'know. Seen how that can go bad, y'know?

[taciturnly]

( but drunk wei wuxian only has the brightest ideas, promise!!

but also... ) Mn. ( look, he knows. he's done things, too. still bears the marks. ) I lost Wei Ying, once. Sixteen years, I mourned him. ( a pause, a breath. ) Grief will hound you. When its shadow overwhelms, remember them. Your friend. Live for them.

( that's a lot of words, but he did promise his bonded that he'd try. )

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[That is a lot of words, and Prompto is smart enough to shut up and listen. Especially since what Lan Wanji is saying...sure, any self-help book would probably tell you the same, but it's different coming from a guy he knows and who also seems to really know what he's talking about.]

Sixteen--damn.

[Seriously. He knows how Wei Wuxian talks about Lan Wanji, and if Wanji's even half that in love with the guy...yikes.]

I guess it's...sort of easier since she's not dead. Unless she went home just to--nope. Nope. Not gonna think about that. Nope. [A sigh.] This sucks. Does it ever get any easier?

[taciturnly]

( yikes indeed. they're very gross.

the thing is... loss is loss. death may be final, but missing someone you know is out there, without being able to reach them... he went through that, too. wei wuxian's death came with many regrets; it shouldn't have happened in the first place. but letting him go the first time hurt in a million different ways.

that's... not what prompto needs to hear though, and so he keeps quiet for a few moments, pensive. easier? ) No. ( not exactly. it just gets more... ) Familiar. ( a beat. ) Beyond grief and remorse, I found strength in his memory. ( and that's what kept him afloat )

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Right. Okay.

[That was probably a dumb question but he wanted to ask it anyway.]

What else helped? I-if you can talk about it.

[taciturnly]

( not much, honestly, but... )

Music. Mind and body, active and unrestrained. ( aka... keep busy, and if you gotta cry, just do it. )

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Music...

[Well, he's learning guitar from Elliot, might as well do something with it? And he really does need to get back to running, it's been a while.]

I think I can do all that. Thanks, man.

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Mn. I will play for you, if you wish. ( notes imbued with soothing magic, not quite the same as it was back home, but close enough. )

You are always welcome in our home. ( if you ever need their kind of company! )

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You play? I'd love to hear it. And you guys are totally welcome here, too...though it's like four guys and a chocobo now that Caren's gone so it maybe a bit...much.

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Guqin. Would you like to learn?

What is... a chocobo?

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Oh, no, thanks though. I'm not even sure how good I am with the instrument I am learning, and anyway I've got two businesses to run.

[And apparently Wanji didn't see Prompto's last post so.

Uh.]

A horse-sized bird. My world doesn't actually have horses, we have chocobos instead, and one came with me.

i couldn't resist and i refuse to apologize

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Two?

( oh! now that you mention it, he does remember seeing something that fits that description, in passing, probably from wei wuxian's watch. he also remembers thinking... ) Mn. Reminiscent of a cock of sizable proportions. ( right?? he gave wei wuxian two of them, once, in a drunken stupor. imagine if chocobos had been around. ) Do they fly?

gods bless omg

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[Prompto is an adult. He is twenty, he is too old to snicker at dick jokes.

He snickers anyway.]

I mean, Prim's a girl so....anyway, yeah, two businesses. The delivery and the photos!

[taciturnly]

( ..........photos, you say. which is, as he recently found out, so much more convenient than paintings. )

Are your services available for betrothal purposes?

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Yep! I think Wuxian and I talked about it for the wedding, or I meant to and then forgot.

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( aww, wei ying, so sneaky! )

Then I will let him finalize the arrangements with you.

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Do you guys have a date yet?

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In a month's time, perhaps. Preparations were momentarily delayed.

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Gotcha. I'll talk to Wuxian about it later!

[A beat.]

And seriously, thanks.

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May you find peace. ( go and ride your oversized not!cock, prompto! )