He didn't love Lea calling him out so blatantly, but he liked reliving the training facility even less, so he could try and play along with Lea's question. Anything would beat the echoing in his ears of metallic steps on cold stone. Of cold metal at his back and hands pressing him down. And the screaming- He bit down on the inside of his cheek hard enough to taste iron. Warm things. Think of warm things.
"The sun." There had been no sunlight in the facility. Some days he still woke up and marveled at the ball of fire in the sky.
"Curry." One of the few dishes Cor knew how to cook. They'd eaten a lot of it in the beginning. At the time it had unsettled Prompto's stomach, but now the familiar spice always left him pleasantly warm.
"Um... chocobos?" On a cold Niflheim night their body heat was a blessing from the Astrals. But more than that, they were cute, and he'd always loved them, from the first one he'd seen.
The phantoms of memory had released their grip enough for him to breathe easier. The icy knot in his chest beginning to slowly unwind just a bit.
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Date: 2025-05-03 07:27 am (UTC)"The sun." There had been no sunlight in the facility. Some days he still woke up and marveled at the ball of fire in the sky.
"Curry." One of the few dishes Cor knew how to cook. They'd eaten a lot of it in the beginning. At the time it had unsettled Prompto's stomach, but now the familiar spice always left him pleasantly warm.
"Um... chocobos?" On a cold Niflheim night their body heat was a blessing from the Astrals. But more than that, they were cute, and he'd always loved them, from the first one he'd seen.
The phantoms of memory had released their grip enough for him to breathe easier. The icy knot in his chest beginning to slowly unwind just a bit.