Stolen moments

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the stolen moments meme.

Time spent with the person you care the most for is a precious, invaluable thing. Most people take it for granted, though, as they can be with their beloved as much as they'd like. But not you. You and the one you love are kept apart - for whatever reason.

Today, though, you get a rare private moment with them. This is the first time in quite a while, and may be the last time in months, if not years. What do you do? Comfort each other? Hold each other tight? Have sex? Argue? The specifics are up to you; mix and match your canons, tag someone new to see how this stolen moment plays out.

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[blind_badass]

As soon as he feels Prompto wince, Snake lets him go carefully, but holds onto his hands. Never see him again? What happened?

He closes the door and tugs Prompto over to the living room couch. Prom and Lucky perk up at the sight of the visitor and like the friendly boys they are, mew hello.

"Tell me what you can."

[real_life_rpg]

Prompto can feel tears welling in his eyes as Snake leads him to the couch. Once he's sat down he wipes them away, trying his best not to sniffle. He reaches to pet the cats - gosh, they've already grown so big. He's missed so much.

"I... uh... I got separated from the guys. Noct... he um, he pushed me from the train. But it wasn't his fault. Not really. But I was lost in the snow and the ice and I thought I was gonna freeze to death. But then the MTs found me and took me to a research facility. Turns out it's where they make the MTs."

He sucks in a breath, scooping kitten Prom onto his lap. "So, turns out the MTs are made from human DNA in the lab. The DNA of this major fucked up head of science. All these babies just made to be turned into killing machines - mixed with the Starscourge and shoved in metal suits. So... roughly twenty years ago one of those kids was stolen and taken to Lucis - adopted and raised by a Lucian family..."

Prompto's breath hitches in his throat, a fresh wave of tears threatens to fall. "So it turns out... I'm an MT. Or... should've been. I... I was that baby. I was made in that lab. I should've been a monster..."

His attempts to stop the tears fails spectacularly and poor little kitty Prom soon finds himself being used as a tissue. "So I... I escaped with some help and I killed the scientist... my... my dad and the monster he had become. And everything was supposed to be fine. I was supposed to meet up with the guys and everything was supposed to be okay. But Ardyn kidnapped me again and..."

He can't bring himself to talk about what happened to him. The wounds - mentally and physically are still too fresh.

"They found me though. Noct and Iggy and Gladio. They came for me just like I knew they would. And we were gonna get the Crystal back and Noct was gonna save the world but... the Crystal... it sucked Noct in. He's gone..."

[blind_badass]

Words are Snake's stock in trade. His wit is how he navigates a world full of people that don't think twice to see him as less. All the words he has at his disposal escape him. An MT? Thrown off a train? Prince Noctis is gone?

The story jumbles around in his head. Snake knows he has to focus because Prompto is at the lowest point he's ever heard him before. His boyfriend needs his support.

But he needs to think this through carefully. First, he gets up from the couch to get Prompto some tissues. Then he sits back down and puts his hand on Prompto's knee.

"How do you know you're an MT?" Asking more questions might help him understand.

[real_life_rpg]

Sorry Snake. Prom didn't mean to just dump all his emotional baggage on you the moment he came through the door, honest. He's just not coping too well with it all right now. At least he accepts the tissue so poor kitty Prom doesn't have to suffer through being a fluffy tissue alternative any longer, even if he does remain on Prompto's lap.

He sucks in a few breaths to try and compose himself. He knows he's not making much sense but the words just flowed out of him before he could stop them.

"All the MTs... they have these barcode things on their wrists... just like I do. Gods, Snake. At the facility there were all these glass tubes with people in... all of them looked just like me."

[blind_badass]

Snake can't imagine what it must have been like to see copies of himself and to understand his background. He knows he's not quite absorbing the full implications of what Prompto's telling him.

And a barcode on his wrist? It must be something that can't be felt by touch. Only seen.

It's so insane. And yet. And yet.

He understands. He understands what it's like to be thrust into an absolutely insane situation and have to try to cope with it. To have your world rearranged and have no time to grieve about it, until after everything finishes.

He puts at arm around Prompto's waist. Leans his cheek against Prompto's own.

"You're real. You're a person and not an MT. You have a pointy chin and a million freckles. You like my cooking and you're not that bad at cooking. With help. You take pictures of the world and you describe them so well, I can see them too. My sister adores you. I love you."

[real_life_rpg]

Broken sobs escape Prompto. He's real. He's a person. Snake loves him. He replays the words over and over in his head. Snake loves him. Snake hasn't kicked him out like a monster or a broken MT. Snake is still here beside, holding him, comforting him. There's a warmth that blossoms in his heart.

He shifts to hold on tighter to Snake, being careful not to crush little Prom in the process. His hands shake, his body wracks as his tears flow. "Can... can I stay here? Just for a little while?"

[blind_badass]

He hasn't heard (or felt) Prompto be so given over into misery before. Snake holds onto Prompto, not having any clue how to make his boyfriend better. Or if he can.

But maybe it's how he survived his own trauma. Time. Patience. Love.

"Of course. My home is your home for as long as you want it to be." Clover, he's sure, would say the same thing.

There are a lot of other questions Snake has. What's going to happen to the world? Will the sunlight go away forever? But that's not something he can ask Prompto and his friends right now.

[real_life_rpg]

Time, patience and love sounds like the best recipe for helping Prompto overcome his recent trauma. Love especially. Prompto couldn't bear the thought of being alone right now. He's already lost Noct, he can't lose anyone else.

His sobs soften to smaller sniffles, mostly because he's cried himself to near exhaustion. "Thank you, I couldn't stand it if I was by myself right now."

[blind_badass]

Snake fluffs Prompto's hair, laying his cheek on his boyfriend's head. The younger man feels as though he might be winding down.

Then two things occur to Snake. Prompto really doesn't have a place to live, since his city is gone. Not only that, what about his other friends?

"Where are your other companions, Prompto? Are they at the hotel?"

Are they also so affected by losing Noctis that they all went their separate ways?

[real_life_rpg]

Prompto really has no place to call home anymore. His city is destroyed, his best friend sucked into a crystal and his parents... well, he doesn't know for sure if they're dead; but if they are alive then they've made zero attempt to contact him - it hardly screams 'concerned, loving parents'.

"They uh... Gladio was gonna stay with Iris until they figure out their next move. Ignis too, most likely. But he needs time to properly heal too and adjust to life without his sight."

"Me? I dunno what I'm gonna do. Daemon hunting, most likely. The nights are getting longer and there are more and more daemons out there. I owe it to Noct to try and keep people safe."

[blind_badass]

So it's true. Daylight will eventually disappear. Not that it matters much to Snake, but it does matter a lot to the people closest to him.

If the world is going to become a more dangerous place, everyone will have to contribute to safety in some way or another. "I can't help anyone fight, Prompto. But I can play music. And I'm pretty sure I can help your friend adjust to being blind. If he'll allow me to help."

Snake buries his face in Prompto's hair. "If you're going to hunt things, always make this the place you come back to."

[real_life_rpg]

"Your music will bring a lot of peace and a lot of hope to a lot of people, Snake. And right now hope is the most important thing we can give these folks." Well, that, and a safe place to stay.

"And I bet Iggy would really appreciate the help. I've tried my best but I bet coming from someone who actually lives with being blind would help him so much better. He's too stubborn to ask for help though."

Prompto lets out a soft sigh, nuzzling closer to Snake. "No matter where I go, I'll always come back to you. Promise."

[blind_badass]

"Not exactly the home with a white picket fence and raising chocobos you promised, but it will do, Prompto Argentum."

The kittens, feeling everyone be calmer and not crying on them, purred near their humans.

"Do you want to eat anything or just go to sleep?"

[real_life_rpg]

"We'll have that home with the white picket fence and chocobos one day. When the light is restored and the world is safe, we'll have our perfect home. I promise." Of course that would mean surviving the darkness first and not getting eaten/maimed by daemons.

Prompto shifts a little more, resting his head on Snake's shoulder. "Can we just sit here a little while longer?" His hand seeks out Snake's holding firm, as though he is afraid Snake might just disappear.

[blind_badass]

"Of course we can, Prompto."

It's comforting to offer strength to Prompto. Snake has always felt that's something he can rarely give, since he's a non-combatant. With his hand holding Prompto's and his face buried in the soft fluffy hair, they can feel safe here.

Someplace warm and safe and full of their own life to chase away any darkness plaguing the world. At least for a little while.

[real_life_rpg]

Snake might not realise but he gives Prom strength without even trying. Just knowing that Snake is always on the end of the phone or waiting for him every time he drops by Lestallum gives him courage to face each new day and whatever challenges it brings.

"I missed you so much, Snake. All I wanted was to hear your voice, to be here safe in your arms. I wish I never had to leave again."

[blind_badass]

"Me too. But...I know you'll have important things to do. For now, just rest here until you feel better."

He couldn't know, but he has a feeling Prompto's physically wrung out and hurt as well as mentally thrashed. So he rubs his face against that fluffy hair.

"You know something? When we get our picket fence, can you do me a favor and put little designs on each of the pickets? Maybe little chocobos so I can feel them?"

[real_life_rpg]

Prompto is glad Snake can't see just how physically beat up he is on top of how mentally exhausted he is. But he'll heal, with time. Especially now he's here with Snake, safe and loved and away from the torture.

"Course I can. We're gonna have the best picket fence in the whole of Eos. And when the sun comes back we can grow beautiful flowers, and fresh vegetables for us and the chocobos to eat."

He had to keep believing that the sun would rise again, that the world wasn't completely doomed.

[blind_badass]

"That sounds lovely. Speaking of eating, you're probably ravenous. Prompto, why don't I get a few things ready so you can take a shower and relax. Then I'll make us something to eat that will be ready by the time you're done."

Not to mention he can set up the bathroom and lay out the first aid kit and some High Potions for Prompto to use without him hovering near.

[real_life_rpg]

Prompto jerks suddenly and grips onto Snake; all but clinging to him again. "N-no. I'm not hungry," his stomach, however, decides it's the perfect moment to let out a traitorous grumble. "Can we just stay here awhile longer?"

He doesn't want to let go. Snake might disappear if he does, and Prom couldn't handle that right now. He's lost Noct, he can't lose Snake too. "Or bed? We could lay in bed?"

[blind_badass]

The panicky sound of Prompto's voice gives him pause. All right, clearly this called for a change in plans. Not to mention that he didn't stop to consider how raw Prompto still must be if going into another room isn't an option.

"How about you come with me and we'll make some sandwiches together, then I help you get nice and soapy in the shower and then we'll lay in bed. Does that sound better?" He even tried to put as much emotion in his face as he could muster. A slightly difficult feat in that most of the time, Snake always appeared to look bored at whatever was going on.

[real_life_rpg]

Prompto considers this new option before nodding, his grip on Snake loosening. The logical part of his brain tells him he's overreacting, that nothing bad will happen; but listening to logic is hard when his nerves are shot and his heart aching.

"Yeah... Yeah, I'd like that." He cups Snake's face in his hands gently, and presses a soft kiss against his lips.

[blind_badass]

Snake knows he's ruthlessly practical. He's also not the most empathetic of people. He has his faults. But Prompto can see around them and he fought to come back here. To him. He can feel his heart and his stomach flutter at the gentle kiss.

Damn you and your easy way to cut through his sarcasm too. So he tugs Prom along to make the most delicious sandwiches ever.

[real_life_rpg]

They're complete opposites, honestly. But Prom can't help it, he's completely head over heels in love with Snake and nothing was going to stand in his way of coming home to him. Not Ardyn. Not the daemons. Not the endless night.

"Thank you. For everything."

[blind_badass]

Snake makes sure to make sandwiches full of meat and cheese, along with something to drink so they can eat together at the table. Sitting side by side.

"Thank you, Prompto. Thank you for coming back."