empatheias IC contact. (archive)

[sparkstrikes]

Leave a message.

Comments

[punshots]

[ He can't help a snort of laughter when she lifts the piece of bacon to toast with. He might've overlooked the fact that she didn't have a drink of her own, but this improvisation is even better. Chuckling warmly, he tips the lip of his glass to her piece of bacon, meeting her gaze with genuine joy at the corner of his eyes. ]

To the big five-two-three! May you have many happy returns.

[ And then he kicks back the glass of O.J., takes a few heart mouthfuls — before he swallows down the wrong tube and has to cough into the glass to avoid dying. He doesn't, however, avoid sounding and looking like an idiot, snorting orange juice inelegantly through his nose and turning his head to sputter into his shoulder.

What a toast... ]

wrapping :)

[sparkstrikes]

[What a toast, indeed... but there'll be many more toasts to come in the future that he can master the art in no time! She's sure of it. Whether it's birthdays or other, bigger celebrations, Lightning is hopeful that they'll be sharing more memories like this one, as simple as it is. There's something special about how regular this is (minus the fact that they just toasted to five hundred and twenty-three years!), and there had been a time when she'd forgotten what living was like. She could help save the world over and over again, but when it boils down to it, eating a slice of bacon next to a giant stuffed bear is truly living.

Lightning waits for him to finish his choking (why isn't she helping him!?!?), and after leaning forward to check if he's alright, she finishes off her slice of bacon as if it were her own glass of orange juice.

And as her smile warms, so does the room as the sun peeks through the window and basks them in its glow.]

Thank you, Prompto... for this.

[For everything.]