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Sentinels and Guides Shipping Meme
A Sentinel!AU Meme

There are special people in the world: Sentinels--whose five senses are incredibly enhanced, sometimes to the point of overwhelming and who can easily lose themselves in fugue states--and Guides, the empaths with the ability to ground a Sentinel and focus them. Meant to be the protectors of the Guides, for every Sentinel there exists a guide that is their perfect match. In some universes, when matches are made, a Sentinel and Guide form a soulbond to fill the feeling of emptiness.

How easy was it for you to find yours? How are Sentinels and Guides treated in your universe? Or maybe you're one of the normal, unremarkable people. Do you fear Sentinels and Guides? Despise them?

Rules
1) Post with your character/canon in the subject header.
2a) Choose whether your character is a Sentinel or a Guide
or
2b) If you don't know or don't care, just leave it blank!
3) Information about Sentinels and Guides can be found here and here. Information on 'The Sentinel' which this meme comes from can be found here.

4) All the tagging! Have fun 8D

Prompts
oo1. The Meeting:
How did you meet? Was it at an event organized specifically for finding your other half? By accident? Did you follow a mystical calling to them? Some other way?

oo2. The Bonding:
Do Sentinels and Guides in your universe soulbond? How does it go down? Is there a ceremony or do you just retreat to the bedroom?

oo3. Rejection:
Sometimes Sentinels or Guides propose a match but it's just not perfect. You don't feel the pull or maybe you think there is someone better or maybe you're already claimed. Maybe you were claimed and someone better came along?

oo4. Protection:
Sentinels are meant to protect Guides, any Guides, but it's even worse when they feel their Guide is in danger. They go feral; blind to anything but stopping and killing whoever threatened their Guide or the bond. Maybe someone attacked your Guide or you haven't bonded yet and you feel threatened or maybe you're the one doing the threatening. Whatever the reason, Sentinels in a feral state are dangerous and only their Guides can stop them.

oo5. Lost:
Sentinels often lose themselves in their senses. Either you're a Sentinel who has lost themselves or a Guide that has stumbled on one or a friend trying to draw them out. Unbonded Sentinels will find it hard to escape without a Guide. Or maybe you're bonded already which means you just need yours to come home.

006. Persecution:
Sometimes normal people or the government fear the power of Guides and Sentinels. Guides are empaths, feeling the emotions and sometimes passing thoughts of others and it can make people feel violated. Sentinels often have enhanced strength, which can make them dangerous. So they scorn them, hurt them or in the case of governments, regulate them.

oo7. Death:
Unbonded Sentinels and Guides eventually lose themselves to the empty cavern inside them. Torn apart from the inside by the feeling of something missing. Breaking the soulbond of a Sentinel and Guide is agonizing and horrifying, leading quickly to death for the remaining partner.

oo8. Old-School:
Guides used to be treated on the same level as slaves. Unable to work unless their Sentinel said. Not allowed out on their own. They used to wear collars and couldn't own land or inherit money. Maybe the old ways haven't completely fallen out of style.

oo9. Unbonded:
Nothing is worse than being an unbonded Guide or Sentinel. Always looking for your other half to fill that empty feeling but you probably have friends that aren't your match or who are trying to set you up with someone. Maybe you're skeptical about the whole love at first sight thing and haven't been looking.

o10. Wildcard: Some mish-mash of the above or anything else you can come up with!

Image from weheartit / original meme by

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Gladio knows even if Ignis sees them, most likely, it's far from teasing the other would feel like doing. That's... a whole subject he still isn't sure how to bring up. The younger two might but he would have little issue in decking Noct or embarrassing Prompto with reminders of how those two were to start.

"There's not a bad bone in that kid's body. Menace isn't the right word to use with him. He could be dangerous if he really wanted to but he doesn't. He fights because of Noct and that's it." He sounds so sure of it because he is. He's completely sure about his feelings on Prompto and that it's not just Prompto's ability affecting him.

"..." A long silence starts, Gladio watching the city beyond. When he finally speaks, it's more... hesitant? "I think they're getting it, but it'll just take time, that's all." He won't admit to the disliking it; he wants to over come it, though.

John wonders if pointing out he can feel that discomfort rolling off of Gladio in waves will get the other man actually talking more. He's getting the impression that Gladio is the sort of man who needs to be Strong. There's nothing wrong with that, and it's more or less John's modus operandi, as well, but it's going to exacerbate communications problems between them. If neither of them talk about their honest feelings, nothing important is going to be sorted.

Instead of tackling the feelings question that directly, the Guide decides to come at it from the side. He pulls away from Gladio, shifting so that he's now standing in front of the other man, between him and the railing. It gives John a better line of sight to the door, which is comforting, even if it does cage him between the Sentinel's arms.

"Gladio, you should probably tell me now... that trick at dinner. I don't have to use it on you again." His gaze is steady and his voice is calm as he looks up at the other man. If this were anyone else, he'd be wary about having his back to the open air like this, easily tipped and shoved over the side of the building if he pisses someone off too much. "We're already Bonded." John touches a hand lightly to his neck. "I don't have much of a reason to do it at you other than showing off. I might use it on other Sentinels if I need to, though. I can't promise you I won't. I also won't stop from speaking up to offer my services, even if it puts me in danger. I can take care of myself. I need you to remember that, all right? It's easier with you, but you don't need to worry."

John's change of motion forces Gladio to step back, peering down to John with a questioning expression at his placement. He listens in silence through John's words, the questioning look softening as he does. The touch to his neck sends a gentle wave of pleased-possessive-contentment through Gladio, though it settles behind the uncertainty of the moment.

"...I don't care if you use it on someone else," Gladio finally says when John finishes, voice a hint rough even if his eyes are serious. "I like that you can protect yourself. I'm gonna keep you safe, that's going to happen no matter how you feel about it," because he damn well knows John will get, has gotten already, touchy on those sorts of things, "but I want you to be able to fight when needed. ...To protect yourself or as a part of this group. We're not in the safest line of work as it is."

The rest... Gladio's lips thin, looking past John as he thinks. There's a muddled confusion over their bond. "...Don't... don't ever use it on me unless I ask you to, or the situation is something... that you have to, and I can live with that." His gaze finally turns back to John. The idea of very suddenly being forced into that state, unless the situation required it or he volunteered, feels very much like having all of his control taken away. Like being captured.

Not in the safest line of work suits John's interests just fine. He hasn't felt this pumped to see the next day ahead in weeks. If one thing can be said about the Guide, it's that he's highly adaptable, and too much routine is absolute murder, even if his therapist has insisted a routine is healthy for him. A therapist he still needs to see and end his appointments with in a few days. That's a conversation John's still not looking forward to.

But it's something to think on later. John responds to Gladio's confusion and uncertainty by releasing some pheromones to sooth him, even as he sends back surety and resolve through the Bond to his Sentinel. "Okay. That's all I needed to know. No more parlor tricks. Noct's volunteered to be our test subject for Prompto's training, anyway."

And they would have made do without a Sentinel if they'd had to. Maybe Ignis? If Prompto's abilities can affect normal people, then they could really use anyone. "I'm gonna be doing a little training session with Prompto before bed, so you'll probably want to steer clear of the common area. Just avoid getting caught in any crossfire, by accident."

John places his hands on Gladio's shoulders, going up on his tip-toes to be able to kiss his neck, over the bite mark that the Guide had left there in return for his Bond mark. "Maybe think about how we can make up for lost time together while I'm away, hmm?"

Ignis might have been willing to give it a go, just to see what it was like, really. Prompto certainly isn't sure if he can manage the kind of thing John does, as like most Guides he doesn't use his abilities like a weapon, but so far they haven't needed him to. His ability to put people at ease and to trust him has been more than enough for them.

Gladio shivers under the kiss, knowing right where John pressed his lips. "...I'll make sure you come back to a warm bed," he rumbles, turning his head to return the favor, sweeping his tongue over the Bond mark and tasting John there. The image of having his Guide open and beautiful and ready for him is certainly enough to keep his interest through until John returns.

"I'll stay out of the common area. Be right here, waiting for you." They had talked, at least to some degree or another, right? It's enough for Gladio, who is slowly learning more about John even if their words are stilted by all they are and have been. Both of them have needed to be Strong for so long that they don't know how to be anything else, even when there is nothing lost in being that something else when it comes to their Bond. They can both feel it, but to acknowledge it... is like calling someone on their weakness. You just don't, unless they're an enemy.

When his tongue licks over the Bond mark, John goes momentarily boneless against Gladio and seriously considers just saying 'sod it' to the lesson with Prompto in favor spending the rest of the night with his Sentinel. But that's giving in to more than John would like. He needs to still have a life outside of cuddling with and fucking Gladio, honestly, and this is good practice for being apart from him now. It's a safe, controlled environment where John can come right back if the anxiety and emptiness claw at him too much.

Hopefully, a good bit of that will recede on its own once the Bond has settled down. They're both still wired from that initial bite and the changes it's inflicted on the both of them, not just John. He knows he's a presence in Gladio's mind as much as the Sentinel is in his now.

John does give in enough to nuzzle the other man again and nibble on his ear before murmuring into it. "Forty-five minutes. Don't want to overwork the prince's Guide on our first training session. Happy to overwork you, though. The Guide's practically on-point to reach up to Gladio's ear when the man isn't bending down for him, so he eases himself back to flat feet before throwing one last wolfish smile at Gladio and heading in.

That's... dealt with. It's as dealt with as it's going to be for the moment, and John's content with where they've left it. His body isn't screaming out that there's something wrong and he needs to fix it with Gladio anymore, at least. It's a marked improvement and should help his focus. He heads back into the common area to find Prompto. Ignis has cleared away the rest of the dishes and seems to be back to pouring over paperwork at the table. John wants to ask, but refrains for the moment. He wants to hone in on Prompto.

There's a friendly smile cast in the lad's direction. "Thanks for waiting, mate. Want to tell me or show me how it is you typically try to control Noct's rages? We can start there."

In the worst ways, Gladio wanted to pin John down and bite and nipple and nose and lick that mark simply to see if he could make the other come just form the mark alone. That bonelessness was arousing in a way he could never have imagined, and for a heartbeat there was a surge through the Bond that he couldn't hold back as he holds John up against him through it. Right. They do need to do other things, even if Gladio will briefly regret it. The knowledge that John wants him and wants this after he's done with Prompto keeps him sated, for now. It'll all be easier once they've settled into the bond for a while, but Gladio well remembers how badly off the younger two had been early on. He thinks John and he are doing damn fine in comparison.

So Gladio lets John go back inside with a slow breath out, though John's going to feel those eyes on him while he leaves.

Prompto is tucked up on the couch when John finds him, one knee pulled up and his arms wrapped around the upraised leg, clearly deep in thought, but he smiles when John comes over. "No problem. I know how it is." John's request, though, does bring a momentary surprise over his features before he hesitantly asks, "you're sure you're okay with me showing you?" He... doesn't ever try to use his abilities on other people, not actively, outside of Noct and previously Gladio.

John raises his brows. "I'm sure. I'd like to get a feel for it now. If we're gonna be practicing, our first step is simply targeting. I need to know what your general area of effect is. Do you typically calm Noct from a distance? How many Sentinels can you calm at once? Can you affect Sentinels... or other people, in the same general vicinity differently? If I went up and stood next to Ignis, could you focus your abilities just on me and exclude him?

"That sort of thing. You don't need to actually answer, unless you know for sure. We'll work it out as we go along." And depending on how good Prompto is already, John can adjust his lesson plans. Noct had said Prompto was better than he thought. It might just be nerves holding the lad back.

Really, he doesn't know the answer to most of those. He just sort of... does it. Was he really supposed to be paying attention all of that time? Prompto bites his lip slightly, trying to think about all of it so that maybe he could answer at least one of those. "...Touch," he finally says, because he can be fairly sure on that. "I touch them. It's hard to calm them from a distance. I've never really been around more than just the two of them, and it's hard to get them both at the same time because there's so much of them. I... I don't know if I know the rest enough to be able to answer them. I've been sort of flailing my way through this ever since the day I awoke as a Guide." The corner of his mouth lifts, uncertain but honest.

They had said Prompto was better than he seems, and maybe he proves it with what he does next. All he does is reaches out and clasps a hand onto John's shoulder-

And instantly, any anxiety, any concern he had fades away. It leaves an utter calmness, like a still pond, and all there is are the two of them, breathing slowly. It's far, far stronger on John than it would have been on a raging Noct or Gladio, because he's already fairly calm, like a safe overdose of a drug. A Guide that can affect other Guides.

Touch makes sense. John suspects his ability to push his powers beyond that had been born of necessity more than anything. He can be much more focused with touch, but he'd taught himself to do things at a distance. It would be different for someone who awoke directly to their Sentinel, he imagines. Noct is the only one he's been properly learning off of, if John's understanding rightly. Attempting to work with Gladio at the same time would be understandably challenging.

He nods along as the other man speaks and then waits patiently. Very patiently when Prompto touches him and there's a soothing balm over his mind and body. For the first time in a very long time, he's not worried. About anything, really. John glances at the hand on his shoulder, then looks back to Prompto.

His tone is very dry when he speaks. "Well, you weren't kidding, I'll give you that. Noct wasn't wrong, either. You're bloody powerful."

Noctis looks up momentarily from his paperwork, eyeing the Guides. He'll wait until Prompto lets go to gauge whether or not he's going to need to step in. For as calm as John is now, Ignis has gathered that the man is wound tighter than even himself in some ways. How he's going to come down from that soothing calm will determine whether or not the lesson needs to end sooner rather than later. Prompto may be able to sense the slightest trepidation and curiosity emanating from Ignis' direction if he's not too focused on John.

That's the thing. He doesn't need to concentrate on John because John's not in a Rage. Instead, he gives a sheepish look and pulls his hand back, tucking it into his lap. It's weird, because it's the first time he's actively tried it on another Guide. However, he doesn't really get the anxiousness Ignis is feeling until he looks around the room, realizing he's feeling it, and looks quizzically towards Ignis instead of focusing on John.

Did... he miss something? Ignis is staring at him really intently with those icy green eyes.

"I, uh," trying to get the thread of John's comments so he can answer, "I don't really think so? I can't do half the stuff other Guides can do and I've never been able to completely calm Gladio, only get him out of the Rage itself. He's still angry as heck but he's not completely blind." Most Guides could slowly calm their Sentinel down and get them to a more level thinking. "Noct's rages are so rare and he's pretty calm the rest of the time."

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With the removal of Prompto's hand and influence, John can feel his own emotions pouring back in like a black tide. He tries to focus on the other Guide's words, but is momentarily lost in the confusion and panic of the control over his emotions being pulled away. Is this what Sentinels feel every time? No. Probably not. They're built for this. Maybe it's akin to what Gladio had felt with John's trick, though.

"Mm..." John balls his hands into fists a few times and gets a handle on himself. He'd asked for that. And there had been nothing untoward about it. There could be, though. There very much could be. "Right." The word is distracted as John blinks a few times. "Sorry, just a minute. Just... that's really weird feeling. Sorry." It's half a moment more before John can shove the rampant paranoia about another Guide being able to influence him back into a box inside his head. That gets shoved somewhere to dark parts of his brain that John tries very hard to ignore most of the time.

"Okay." Just focus on the moment, deal with figuring out a way to shut down Prompto's powers on him in a bit. "Let's focus on what you can do and forget about what other Guides do, all right, Prompto? Everyone learns differently. We all take different paths. And not every Guide is the same." He gestures between himself at the lad.

Ignis, seeming to accept that John isn't going to snap and attack Prompto, shifts his gaze down again, but have his attention is on the other men in the room, just listening.

"I can't do what you just did. I very much doubt I'll be able to. It's extraordinary. We can work on your range abilities later. For now, let's talk about pheromones. When you use them, is it something you're consciously doing? Or does it just sort of happen, whether you mean it to or not?"

Prompto can feel it. John certainly doesn't intend it, but that close, with his attention turning back to the other Guide, Prompto sits there almost uncomfortably as John's paranoid and confusion and panic all float across him and leave him tight-lipped, his stomach on the verge of being sour. He... isn't going to do that again to another Guide, and that resolve shows in the tightening of his fist in his lap, the subtle way he seems to turn away from John. It's all too easy to see how in the wrong hands, something like what Prompto can do could not only be downright terrifying, but abused by the Guide himself or by another.

"Sorry." Asked for or not, Prompto still finds himself saying it. He always tries to play it off, and he's not even conscious of words leaving his mouth as he does exactly what comes instinctively to protect himself, playing it off. "Guess I don't know my own strength, huh?" The grin almost seems real.

The faint trickle of pheromones that comes with it, because he's just shy of panicking himself? That's quite real and it makes the grin seem that much more real. However, if John can pick that up or not is entirely questionable.

"I dunno if I can do what you can do, either," because that zoning trick had been amazing to witness. "But I can do the pheromone thing mostly consciously!" That he sounds a bit more sure of, complete with a sharp nod. "Sometimes a whole lot, trying to keep this group calm." With two very dominant alphas, no real surprise there. "...Sometimes it still happens whether or not I mean it but it's mostly consciously?"

He does scent it. It's a great deal more subtle than a Sentinel's scent, but John's had to work on parsing multiple scents before, being on alert for any hint that another person is a Guide or a Sentinel. But he lets it pass for now. He's aware of it and that's good enough. It also alerts him to the fact that Prompto is putting on an act as much as he is.

John tries to be encouraging. "Okay, that's good. We can definitely work with all that. How about meditation? Have you done any of that to help learn to regulate your body?" He doesn't do much of it these days, but he'd had to figure it out on his own when he'd been a kid... or with Harry's help. "It's the first step to projecting your abilities beyond what you can touch. I can walk you through some exercises for this first time, and then we can try a few things with Noct for our next lesson, if that works for you."

"I, uh, don't know if I'm the meditating type?" Prompto's voice is a suggestion but not a Suggestion, just pointing out what is super obvious with any time spent around him. "I can't even sit still in class, never mind trying to meditate." He laughs a little, downplaying that, but even as he sits there his leg is bouncing to a beat of its own. "So if that's how you achieve the whole distance thing, I might be screwed before we even start." He doesn't sound upset about it, though his Sentinel would have said otherwise.

"But," and he sounds more sincere about this part, looking into John's eyes with determination, "I'll give it a shot, if that's the way to do it. Whatever you say, I'll try, Captain." He really has no idea how the military itself works, or about titles or anything like that, but it comes easy off the tongue so he doesn't think twice on it.

"Just John's all right, Prompto." He offers the lad a tight smile. He's trying to be better than he was at dinner. For Gladio. This group is going to be the one he's with for the foreseeable future. Forcing himself out of his comfort zone is going to need to happen at some point. It's probably going to be happening a lot with Prompto in order to train him as John would prefer to. Because he'll be asking Prompto to use his powers on him again. And that's a terrifying prospect.

But that's something to look to in the future.

"If you can't sit still, that's fine to start. When I say meditating, I mean more just focusing your mind. I started having to figure all of this out when I was a little kid. Wasn't much for sitting, crossing my legs, and chanting 'ohm.' We'll work with what you have. You like tapping your foot like that, right?

"Can you focus on it? Set yourself a beat and breathe in for seven taps and out for seven." John moves to sit down next to the other Guide... though he unconsciously puts himself at the far end of the sofa from Prompto. "We'll do it together for about ten minutes. That's all. While you're doing that, try to stay aware of your breathing. Keep the rhythm steady. Those are the only two things you need to think about. Don't apologize if you mess up at any point, just restart. There's nothing wrong with mucking it up. There's no test at the end of this. No one's grading you. It's just practice."

Prompto hadn't been serious at all in his use of 'Captain', something John will eventually come to realize as while the other two do occasionally use Noct's official titles, Prompto doesn't unless it's in the form of teasing. So he only grins at the comment about using John's first name and nods, listening with interest even if his nerves are still telling him this is a terrible idea. He's got no idea what John can or can't really do, but it's something more than that. Something about how John acts that makes him uneasy.

John's so much better than him. They're going to rely on the better Guide, now, his anxiety whispers to him. Noct will expect him to be better, more like John, right? He's gotta learn, and quick.

...His nervous habit is what John wants him to meditate to? Prompto looks a bit dubious, but he tries it out. Okay, nice and steady, right? At first, thanks to his nerves, it's way too quick and he has trouble with it, but he starts to slow things down. John might be able to spot the apology he mouths silently despite John's words. Just.. practice. Just try, he tells himself, several times. His foot eventually starts to slow down, and with it, his breathing.

John just lets him go, keeping an eye on Prompto, the rise and fall of his chest. The doctor matches it as best can, even when the other Guide is going too fast at the start. Prompto gets to set the pace. This is his meditation period. And really, he expects there's going to be a few hiccups at the beginning. He'd be more surprised if Prompto were able to do this straight out. And probably more intimidated by the lad, really. He has enough power without being a veritable brainwave leech for skills.

Ten minutes pass with just Prompto's tapping and the quiet shuffle of Ignis' papers. the bespectacled man looks up at the other pair now and again, mildly impressed with Prompto's efforts and the fact that John's actually getting him to do that in any sort of effective manner. Ignis is very aware that trying to teach the younger Guide is often an exercise in patience. However willing or well-meaning, Prompto can be a handful.

John glances down to check his watch and takes a deeper breath, reaching out to touch Prompto's shoulder lightly. "That's good, Prompto. That's really good. You feel relaxed, right? Hold onto that." And the doctor lets his hand drop away. "This is the place you'll want to go when you get ready to project your abilities. Clear mind. Focused."

It's clear Prompto loses the path several times, but he does try for all of his inability to focus. He does keep pulling himself back to the exercise, even if it means him taking a deep breath and a physical resettle in place as if telling himself stop, focus! It was so hard to keep himself focused on just breathing when his mind kept worrying again and again and again what it meant to have another Guide in their group, then feeling guilty because John seems like such a nice guy and having a doctor with them would be really, really nice. Ignis is completely right on trying to teach him, but John's trying to teach Prompto patience on top of it and... well, good luck.

Honestly he's mostly grateful when John touches his shoulder and tells him it's time to stop. He masks those concerns with a sigh of relief and a grin. "Yeah, definitely." Not. "Hoping that it doesn't always take ten minutes to get here or I might be a little late to the show when Noct needs help." His tone was joking, almost excited. He knew how to fake this and fake this well, getting past not one but two Alphas sometimes on it. "But I'll keep trying! Gotta learn to zen." He mimicked the old fashion meditation pose, completely with an 'ooohm' before laughing.

When inside he knows he's overwhelmed.

If this is how Prompto is with just ten minutes, John's not sure how he's going to manage any of the more advanced exercises he has in mind. But it's the effort that matters right now. He'll offer encouragement before correction. It's not like John would have any idea how to do what the other Guide does straight out. And this isn't exactly a skill John's ever taught anyone. Basic military training? Sure. How to fire a gun? Absolutely. Anything to do with being a Guide? Not a bit of it.

"It gets easier with practice," John offers with another tight smile. "Reckon if you've been doing all right with out it, you could just keep on without it, mind. No need for you to learn my skills. You know that, right, Prompto?" Just so no one is being set up for disappointment if this just isn't something the lad can learn. "We're a team now, right? Good to have some overlap in skills, but complementary is just fine, as well."

He leans in conspiratorially. "And believe you me, I don't wanna be interchangeable to those Sentinels. No offense, but I think I prefer Gladio." Noct's the sort of young Sentinel he would probably had had to use his trick on once or twice to get across the point that he's not someone to be pushed around.

"It'd be nice to be a better Guide for everyone, you know?" Prompto flashes a quick smile. This is the kind of person who doesn't want to let anyone down, but he's been managing with two Alphas so far the best he can. "But, yeah, I can see what you mean. The whole overlap versus complementary thing." Still, it doesn't stop him with fidgeting with his thumbnail, not even looking down at it.

But the whispered lean in makes his brows lift before he laughs a little, keeping his voice soft. "No offense taken. Gladio's... a lot. Noct doesn't Rage like he does." John hadn't even seen the depths of one of Gladio's rages, only a brief skim of the surface. "It's like he and Noct feed off each other, sometimes, but maybe that's because he's Noct's Shield?"

Then an idea flashes across Prompto's mind and congrats on your first Prompto-selfie. The kid is almost mind-numbingly quick with it, phone out, unlocked, and a picture snapped because John even knows it's happening. ~~How else does Prompto take selfies with monsters and crazy shit going on in combat??~~

"Wha...?" Prompto is now in possession of a selfie that features an extremely confused-looking John Watson. "What did you just... is that a camera phone?" The thread of the earlier conversation is going to be lost for a moment. John is still something of a luddite when it comes to personal technology. If it wasn't a weapon or a medical device, it didn't matter terribly much to him to keep up with it.

But now he has Harry's old phone and it's a fancy smartphone thing that he doesn't have much of an idea what to do with. He doesn't have anyone to talk to... except that now he does. "Oh, bloody hell, don't but that on Facebook or Instagram or anything. At least don't tag my name. My big sister's a bloody stalker."

Prompto looks at the selfie he got and laughs, his eyes bright as he shows it to John. "Yeah, of course it is!" With a tone of 'duh' hanging around somewhere because what phone isn't a camera, too!? "Aw, don't worry. I got told a long time ago what I can and can't put up on my instagram." He pulls up his instagram and turns it so John could see.

It turns out that Prompto is a very, very good shot (at least with his camera). The images of landscapes, people (not the four of them outside of himself), of animals... they're some damn good shots. Still, he grins and looks to John with bright eyes. "If you want, I can share you on the rest of my photos! It's linked between our phones so we can see all of that."

It's some very nice photography and reminds him of some of Bill's work. The nurse had had a keen eye out for shots out in Afghanistan. John still looks through his instagram when he wants to beat himself up about not being where his brothers need him to be. Not that that matters now. He has a Sentinel... and that's supposed to give him more of a purpose. It does give him more of a purpose, but that doesn't stop the longing for what he had.

But Prompto is saying something else. John looks up.

"Share them?" He pulls out his own phone and it's very nice, a Nokia N97, which slides up to reveal a mini-keyboard. The doctor holds it out to Prompto, and if the lad is keen eyed, he might notice the engraving on it. 'Harry Watson - from Clara XXX' It's also rather scratched up. "I dunno how to really use this for anything apart from texting and surfing the Internet. How d'you link things?"

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...John. It's the future. Keyboard phones are old. Still, Prompto takes it and blinks at the keyboard when he finds it, turning it over. "Man, this is ancient stuff!" before nudging John to unlock it. After that, he starts going through the settings to try and hook John into their private photostream.

"So uh, who's Harry?" He looks down at the phone, working and thinking, then suggests, "brother?" John would have said if he was a dad, right? Kinda new for someone older than John to have so another 'Watson'... brother makes sense? Right...?

It isn't long before he beams and offers it back. "There you go! All set!"

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