[This definitely comes as a surprise to her. Once she receives them, Prompto will immediately receive a telepathic text message in response.]
Cool it with the name puns. [She's kidding.] Thanks for the roses, they're beautiful. I've got them in the living room in a jar... Sorry, I don't have anything nicer. I promise I'll keep em alive as long as I can. :)
[The festival is all said and done. He actually didn't have much time to see Lightning at the festival and he'd skipped out on the masquerade all together.
But he did know that Lightning went. With Gladiolus and all how could she not, right? Right?]
[She had been packaging some fruit from her garden when he found her, gently stuffing some raspberries (or Empatheias' version of raspberries) into a container for safe-keeping in the fridge. She doesn't look up to him at first at his cheeky comment, instead choosing to slam the lid shut before peeking with a single raised brow.]
About as much fun as you did staying away from it.
[This is the look of a woman who knows your secret, Noel. Squinty eyes....]
[Noel's sudden voice in her head startles her, and it takes her a while to respond back as she pauses to rub her temple with her fingers. She can already make a guess on what this could be about...]
Yeah, figured we would. [There's another pause.] Where are you?
[ Depending on the time of day, anyone chose to leave Lightning's home, there is a package sitting out front on the porch. There's a tag that states the box is for Lightning but nothing indicating who it might be from. if she chose to open the box instead of destroying it for being mysterious she'd find a bright pink handmade hoodie jacket. The back of the hoodie was handsitched of two Gunblades clashing like swords. They might look familiar to her since they bare a striking resemblance to hers and a certain moody teen's. Along the sleeves where made to looking like lightning strikes. ]
[Well this box is definitely a surprise. When Lightning is sure that no one is looking, she snatches the box up from the porch and brings it inside, taking it with her up into her room where she promptly closes the door. It's not the first time someone's left her a box in this manner and she doesn't find it suspicious at all.
She opens it, and what she finds inside makes her snort out loud. The bright pink colour, the stitching on the sleeves and upon unfolding it, the two gunblades clashing on the back...
Lightning laughs again and slides it on over her shirt. It fits just right, almost as if it had come from someone who knows her well. A friend, perhaps?
Whatever Squall is doing at the time, he'll suddenly receive a tiny little shock through his crystal -- it carries the same kind of tickle he might be familiar with. That's it. That's all she sends. It's her own way of saying thank you. And perhaps teasing him a little for the gunblades on the sweater.]
[It's a bit of a surprise because one, she hadn't expected a stranger to contact her, and two... the number of times that anyone has contacted her like this she can count on one hand. Which is why her response is both curt and sends a spark back, unintentionally.]
[ the messenger birds of verens never really spoke to steven - he prefers to have a personal touch to the delivery of his letters and packages, which is why he sends skarmory on this particular errand. knowing her from when they had met at the wedding, the steel-type leaves a gift and accompanying card at her doorstep, written in neat cursive. ]
Lightning,
Though I believe neither of our worlds celebrate the holiday that takes place during this season, I wanted to take the opportunity to show my appreciation for the past few months.
You've been an invaluable friend to Ignis, but also to myself by extension. I'm grateful that we've had the opportunity to get to know each other, and hope that it will continue in the coming new year.
All the best, Steven Stone
P.S. You have excellent taste in rings.
[ inside of the wrapping is a cookbook on verensian cuisine, along with a sterling silver bookmark. ]
[ On a cold Ennea morning, Lightning will find a very tiny gift package delivered to her. It's addressed from Jaune, so hopefully she'll trust to open it. Inside the package, she will find one (1) gross letter and one (1) tiny fashion badge/pin. ]
Dear Lightning
We haven't known each other for very long, but you've accepted me for who I am from the moment we met. The truth is, I wasn't quite in the happiest state of mind that night at Helisium, but at the same time, meeting you has been one of my highlights in my time in this strange world. You've shown me kindness, you've given me insight, and most importantly, you hear what I have to say, too.
I'm sorry I made jokes about your judgmental glares - it must be just your face! I know now what kind of heart you have, I know you're a good person. It's why I couldn't let you pull the trigger that one time. I followed my instinct, just like you told me to. Thank you for trusting me on that.
There's a lot about you I don't understand yet, the part of you that's angry, or the one I catch looking lonely sometimes, but I hope I can be there for you as a friend. If I can't, I'd like you to have this badge I made as a holiday present! That's my family symbol on there, it's supposed to represent a rainbow arc. Get it? Arc? Fun fact: It's sometimes mistaken for two crescent moons! I don't know why I said it's a fun fact. It's just a regular fact. You see, my family history has a long line of heroes and warriors that spans across generations, so you should wear it with pride! In some ways, you would make my ancestors more proud than I ever could. In other ways, this is just me saying I care about you like you're family.
Actually, you don't have to wear it all the time, or ever. It's probably silly. :) Sorry!! I just didn't know what else to get you.
[More presents! At her door Lightning will find a package. Inside is a small cherry pie, and a wooden brush for Daisy. Plus, a fancy card with elegant handwriting.]
Merry Christmas, Lightning! They say lightning never strikes twice, but I hope you keep on going forever and ever!
[What does one get for Agito on a holiday that celebrates another world's savior? Machina really was at a loss, especially since he really doesn't quite understand the totality of this Christmas but he does grasp that gift giving is part of the tradition.
Delivered to Lightning's house is a toasty winter scarf in vermilion.]
[ When Lightning wakes. . . she might not be able to see anything at first. It's because she now has an eye mask on. It might not be to her tastes, but putting it on before sleeping will help her sleep right away and she'll have good dreams.
Once it's off, though, she will find that her crystal is glowing! Her emotion drops for the month of Ennea have resonated with Empatheias' giant crystal, and a reaction has been formed.
(Thank you for submitting to the Emotion Tracker!) ]
Light- if you have a bit of time today, could I perhaps interest you in meeting for a cup of coffee?
[The invitation is sudden and unceremonious, though that's not particularly out of the ordinary for either of them. In fact, by all accounts, this is rather routine, though he does have a particular need to speak with her today beyond the desire for an impromptu outing.]
[The invitation out comes as no surprise to her โ in fact, she's quite happy to accept. Even if she was busy, it's rare that she would decline or not make time for him some other way.]
[ He's well overdue for this, but honestly, he can't believe he's already been in town for more than a month already. Time flies when you're...having fun? Or something like that. ]
Hey, Lightning! [ Easy and warm. ] If you could do one thing right now - like, anything at all, what would it be?
[This is a pleasant surprise. There's an accidental warmth that she sends back before she says anything, and she doesn't notice that it's even there at all, but it's nice to hear his voice again. It's been in passing when she'd occasionally visit the Eos house with coffees, but she never really stayed long enough to really catch up.]
If I could be doing one thing right now?
[She smiles to herself.]
Do you want me to say grabbing coffee with you?
[BUT IS THIS A TRICK QUESTION? Does Prompto even drink coffee?]
[Seriously, Machina's still feeling more than a little raw from Selenium. But it's that which compels him to check in on Lightning. He's been trying to let her have her space but it's been a month. He doesn't know what it's like to lose a spouse like Snow did, but he does know how it feels to have a sibling taken away from you. And frankly, he's still terrified that Izana could up and vanish at any time.]
[Just like any other bit of contact someone makes via the crystals to reach out to her, it startles Lightning enough to make her stop what she's doing. It's been a whole year and then some, and she still hasn't grown used to it... what happened to good, old fashioned phones?
She clears her throat before she opens the communication, her voice free of any malice.]
Yeah? What do you want?
[...and please stop calling her Lady Lightning, Machina.]
[Waiting on Lightning's doorstep when she gets home is a pink rose with a pink ribbon wrapped around it. There is also a box of heart-shaped chocolates with a card. All it reads is:]
[ Left outside of Lightning and co's home was two gift boxes. One with the tag Snow and the other with the tag Lightning. Left beside Lightning's box was a single bright pink flower. Inside the box was a metallic figurine that looked like Odin, or rather Squall's world's version of him anyway. ]
Lightning,
As you may have noticed, feelings don't come easy to me. I just wanted to let you know that despite my complaints, I appreciate you. I enjoy the time I spend with you.
[Lightning is doing nothing at all, since she's been spending time alone in her room for the better part of the day, but that doesn't mean the gentle tapping inside her head doesn't come as a surprise.
She's still not used to this whole telepathy thing so it's with a tentative, quiet, and tired voice that she answers.]
[ Between Lightning's excursion of doom and Jaune's own excursion out of this reality, this is the first time he's seen his friend in nearly a week, or perhaps more. Whether or not she knew of his own disappearance, she might notice the awkwardly tall teenager standing a little taller than usual, and he clocks in to his Monday shift with a bit of a spring in his step. ]
Lighty-Light!
[ In a short burst of energy, he drums the counter of the bar with his hands before stopping abruptly. ]
Mr. J. Arc, reporting for duty! [ Salute!! ] Hmm, looks like it's gonna be a slow day today.
[It's been well over a week – almost two – give or take a few days since they last spoke. Lightning's become skilled in the arts of avoiding others when she feels she needs to, coming in to work minutes before her shift and keeping herself busy all throughout, and leaving as soon as it ends.
So in comparison to the last couple of weeks, it's a little strange for her to be behind the bar counter, leaning over it with some papers and a cup of coffee. Most of her early morning prep in the kitchen is done, so she's able to enjoy a quieter morning, before any lunch rush begins.
Not that she doesn't welcome Jaune's company when he drums on the counter, even if she does open her end of the conversation with a very firm 'don't call me that' look over her cup. Let's not add that to the endless list of nicknames; Light will do just fine for him.]
Mondays aren't usually busy.
[She has no idea that he's even left and come back, but Lightning does note the difference in his energy this morning with a raised brow.]
[Doesn't matter that Lightning's working at a restaurant, or capable of providing for herself. Yeul did this for Snow, she will do it for Lightning. She is part of the tribe, end of discussion. And the tribe takes care of their own.
Delivered to the Eos house, marked for Lightning is one juicy roast chicken, a fluffy kale salad, and one strawberry shortcake. The cake itself is a little tough having been overmixed, but the flavor is spot on and the construction is solid.]
[The message is a bit of a surprise, but luckily for Iris, Lightning hasn't been back at the house much that day. So, it does make some sense. Did something happen? It's likely not some kind of emergency, because that tone implies something else, and if Iris is trying to hide it, she's doing a pretty poor job.]
[ A bird arrives to bother Lightning with a small package! Inside is this, a pink hair pin. Along with it is a letter that reads: ]
Dear Lightning,
This is days delayed, but thank you.
My emotions aren't usually this all over the place, and I'm usually a lot better at controlling my temper. I shouldn't have been excused for what happened.
I can fully understand should you wish to no longer be friends, but I hope you accept this present nonetheless. I think it might look good on you.
Next month is the Flower Festival. It's the perfect time to wear it.
[Sometime on Lightning's birthday, there's a package delivered to her home. Inside is a bottle of wine, the sort Lightning enjoys (since Auron is keen to know what people drink). It's wrapped up in a towel and a note.]
If you ever use my face as a towel again, you can kiss me buying you drinks goodbye.
[ Perhaps a liiiiittle bit earlier than is reasonable on the morning of her birthday, Lightning will hear that telltale chime in her head of an incoming message. It would seem someone (not naming any names, Ignis Scientia) has spilled the beans to Prompto about the advent of Lightning's birthday, and, well. He isn't just going to sit idly by and let it pass by without comment. He's well aware she's the type of person who doesn't enjoy a lot of spotlight and fanfare, but birthdays are meant to be celebrated. He'll just make a concentrated effort to reel himself in.
Even if...that's easier said than done. ]
Heeeeey, Lightning! A little birdy told me today is a pret-ty special day!
[Ah, here they come. It's probably a good thing for him that she's an early riser on most days, even on her birthday, because she's less grumpy than she would have been if she hadn't already been up for a couple of hours already.
Actually, if she's being honest with herself, she's in a great mood, but doesn't let that pass through in her response just yet.]
And which little birdy was that?
[Prompto can probably hear her brows raising. She's sure she knows the answer to her question already, but confirmation on whose face she needs to smear cake on today would be nice. :D ]
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