Give me some shipping pictures!

[hufflefluffhouse]

the shipping picture prompt meme
SIMILAR TO THE PICTURE PROMPT MEME & THE SMUT PICTURE PROMPT MEME ONLY FOR SHIPPING.

i. COMMENT WITH CHARACTER
ii. OTHERS LEAVE A PICTURE (OR TWO OR THREE....)
iii. REPLY TO THEM WITH A SETTING BASED ON THE IMAGES.

THIS POST WILL BE IMAGE HEAVY.

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Embed an image in your reply:   <img src=IMAGEURL>

You can control width and height of your pictures:   <img src=IMAGEURL width=500> OR <img src=IMAGEURL height=INSERT>

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[oriens]

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[nothingreally]

[ galdin quay is gorgeous. the first salty breeze and shimmer of crystal blue waters had awed him, left his stomach twisting with just how lovely it was. totally romantic. and like the sap he is, he'd stared at noct's back and silently thought soppy things he would rather die than fess up. like how sometimes he looks at noct and feels like he's going to run right out of breath. noct against the background of blue waters is one of those moments. he looks away, embarrassed by himself. where the heck does stuff like that even come from? probably from the sad thought that his friend is about to be married. he's only had a crush since forever.

the moment passes. they go to sleep that night and then wake up to the news of insomnia's fall, his dad's death. days have passed. miles there and miles back and then even more miles, on and off the road constantly. he has no idea how ignis hasn't wrecked out of sheer boredom. their breaks are spent chasing monsters and chasing rumors of royal arms between the road and camp. for how bad things are, no one talks too much about the elephant in the room.

today, they've spent more time on chocobo back than in the car and prompto can't seem to shake all the tiny down feathers off from it. ignis is cooking and prompto has done good to follow noct's example and scram before he gets roped into helping.

they still have time before sundown, but the sky is dull and gray and dark. the clouds are threatening rain. it isn't far to walk before he finds noct. out of sight from the camp, but in earshot. stood at the river and something in the image stills prompto, makes him quiet and hesitant. careful with the reminder that his friend has had it so incredibly hard. his eyes follow the line of his shoulders down to his shoulder blades, reminded that his friend stands there has to take the throne his father died on and somehow desperately take back the home ripped away from him.

prompto approaches him gently, his voice trying to get stuck in his throat. ]

...Hey, buddy. [ a throwaway greeting, but there's always a little fondness in the word buddy. ] You hanging in there?