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[ He's the first person who hasn't had any sense of disgust toward her after learning her secret, and that... is kind of astonishing. You're just a person, right? Her chest tightens and it's hard to find the words to answer him, and she's so incredibly grateful for their mental connection in that moment because there's no way she'd be able to speak out loud. ]

( Yeah, I have to drink blood to survive. I don't... I didn't choose to be a vampire, it was kind of an accident. I didn't want this. )

[ She'd wanted to die. In that moment when the choice had been her or Matt, she'd made a decision and accepted it. She'd been ready to die. But then when she'd been faced with the choice again, to let herself die or to keep fighting... She hadn't been able to do it, and she's still not entirely sure what that means. ]

[it's not really clear, but prompto senses some of that... trepidation, about not wanting this. it's palpable, that she had been in one way or another cornered. he frowns to himself trying to make sense of the pieces, but it's like trying to put together a puzzle in the dark.]

[he thinks he can understand. not on the whole drinking blood to survive, but not choosing to be what he is; not wanting it, but having to live with it.]

( Sorry. I know a bit about not wanting to be something. )

[he doesn't say more, not wanting to come off as patronizing. he feels like he knows elena, but he hasn't really known her for long. it'd be out of place for him to think he did.]

( Feel free to be open with me 'bout it, okay? I don't mind. Have you drunk blood while here? What's the process? I mean, I'm asking b'cause I could probably get you some royal blood to drink from if I asked nicely. )

[JOKE??? SERIOUS??]

[ If she hugs Prompto right that second, right in the middle of the hall with other people watching, they'd probably think it was weird, right? Sure, they might chalk it up to some weird mannerisms like they have everything else, but... She doesn't want to risk it. The hug will keep, and it'll be massive when he does get it.

Still, her gratitude surges across their bond and she squeezes his arm gently, holding back her strength so she doesn't hurt him. ]

( Thank you, that means a lot to me. ) [ More than she could ever say, really. ] ( I have-- fed here. Sam's been a donor a few times, and Gil once when my cravings were really bad. And Damon, but that was just to practice control, another vampire's blood can't really sustain us. )

[ She pauses for a moment, then asks with genuine curiosity: ] ( What do you mean, royal blood? )

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[he's glad that their bond seems to be persevering despite the previous hedging. it'd be hypocritical of him to judge someone for who they are, without giving them room to prove their own worth. elena is so much more than just a vampire.]

( My friend here, he's King where we're from. I dunno how much better his blood will be, but... well, whatever, if you need help with that, you can also count on me, Elena. )

( Whatever helps, right? Besides, in the end, what you are shouldn't be reason to put you in a box of generalizations. I got some good friends-- brothers, back home. They taught me as much. )

[i'll show the same kindness to you.]

[ His way of thinking is so like her own, it strengthens her need to hug him. Because that's what it is now, an aching need to wrap her arms around him and squeeze as tight as she can without hurting him.

So she does. Stopping right there in the middle of the hall, she uncurls her arm from his just long enough to adjust her grip and slide her arms around his middle - he's too tall for her to easily get them around his neck. ]

Thank you, Prompto.

[ It's just a whisper to accompany that squeeze she gives him, but there's an indescribable swell of gratitude and affection from her as well. ]

[it's--very surprising. he's gone months, years, afraid of holding those he loves close because he's afraid that in doing so, he'll find himself alright with succumbing during a particular bad day out fighting daemons. he's always been a sentimental guy, as much as he likes to play it tough or be bright for the sake of others.]

[elena's feelings are crystal clear, and they settle in his chest warm and gentle, stilling his breath but not suffocating him. it's with a start that he realizes how much this means to him]

[this kind of connection]

[(he wants to embrace those he loves and never let go; is that a selfish thought?)]

[so he returns her embrace, a tight hold, feeling like the dams might as well burst forth. but they don't, and prompto reminds himself of what they're supposed to appear as, here, and carefully pulls back]

I'm glad.

[prompto says softly, a smile on his face although elena can't see it]

( Better now? )

( Much. ) \

[ It's exactly what she'd needed, and she's determined that it won't be the last time. They both need this, she can tell -- this closeness with someone, this acceptance and affection. If it means half as much to Prompto as it does to her, then she'll never stop giving him hugs, sharing jokes, laughing together. So long as they're here, she'll be in his corner. ]

( You'll have to introduce me to your friend sometime. I've never met a king before. )

[and that's a good, warm feeling to hold on to, despite the weird circumstances they're in. it's still a lot to wrap his mind around, and prompto's for the most part trying to keep cool for his best friend's sake--for the sake of everyone, much like he's always done.]

[but it's not hard, not when you have people like elena about.]

( Really? I hope he doesn't bum you out or give you a wrong impression of royalty. His favorite things are ) [raising a hand and counting with his fingers as they reach the doors of the food area] ( video games and napping. )

( He's got a lot going on, so if you meet him you gotta promise to help me make him smile, okay? --Noct. Noctis, his name. )

COMPASSION never lose it	GRIEF
BLOOD	KATHERINE i look like her

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