hugtopia_logs | Open + Closed prompts/ Catch all

♥ Who: Pyra and YOU, also some various
♥ Where: Around town
♥ When: Around the entire month of december
♥ What: open log, some closed prompts
♥ Rating: nothing above PG so far

A: It's a Hat
[ For those who have met Pyra, they may probably recall that a golden headband set with a peculiar crystal usually sits atop her hair. Today that isn't the case. Instead, she appears to have swapped the accessory with something a little-- rather, a lot different: a hat. Not just any hat, but a flat-brimmed western, of which some may recognize belonging to another resident of the town.

It's too big for her head, and in accordance with the fickle weather of the city, a gust of wind blows the hat right off. ] ...Ah!

[ It's flying right at you, too. Catch it? Or, even if you don't, she will, sprinting and leaping past you to ensure that it does not touch the ground. This hat is important! Very important! She's not going to let it become damaged if she can help it. Whether you or she manages to save it from a fall, she breathes out a sigh of relief, smiling at you as she straightens up, tossing her hair. ] ...Thank goodness. That was a close one. [ Then, a polite bow. ] I'm sorry about that.

B: Wacky Weather
[ The weather is just... weird. And cold, very cold in this particular district, which may or may not be the most important district because it is the shopping district. But look at her, still dressed in the same outfit as ever! She's currently peering into one of the shops... There's a scarf. A very fluffy scarf on one of the mannequins that she's staring at.

Aaaaand since she's unnaturally warm and doesn't need it, she turns away from it only to spot..... you, at which point her eyes widen and she draws a quick breath, making her way over. Don't mind her, quickly reaching for both of your hands to take into hers, warming them with the unnatural heat of her touch. ]

Oh, no, you look almost frostbitten...

[ Guiding your hands up further, she brings them up to her mouth where she blows onto them gently, then rubbing her hands quickly over yours. ] Better?

C: Wildcard
[ yo hmu if u have any ideas for py here! she can be found lotsa places around the city, from the gardens to the zoo to looking at motorcycles/cars, to cafes. pm or pp

drinksteapots me for plotting, or surprise me here! ]

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[ It's not an invalid answer, she thinks. If she were to apply Prompto's answer to herself, she has had no home whatsoever. If she adopts Somnus' answer, then.... she has one home, and only one.

But this is not about her, and she's using this topic to attempt to bring something nice into his life. ]

...Can you not make a temporary home? You begin and end your day... here. [ With a free hand, she gestures towards their shared living space. ]

[ Her suggestion isn't incorrect. Home, he said, is where something begins and ends. Here, as she said, his day begins and ends. Somnus follows the motion of her hand. Here, he's still doing as bade by the gods while neglecting everything else. Even if this residence is nothing more than a shelter for his mortal body, it qualifies as a home by his own definition.

Most of all, he wonders: how long is temporary? Though his head remains upright, his gaze drops to the floor in thought. ]

My day begins and ends here. Until that cycle draws to a close, this will be my home in the city.

[ A home for which he feels nothing. And yet. ]

[ —A start. This is a start.

It is fairly difficult to encourage him to delve into feelings or how he feels. However, she is not talking of the past or the future. She is talking of what he has, here and now. Gently, she encourages: ]

And.... can it be more than that?

More than... just a place.

[ He can't answer that. But he does straighten his neck to look Pyra in the eyes. ]

Is that what you wish for me?

[ ---Ah. Too much. She deflates. ]

....Only... if you... wish to. [ A pause, and she adds a qualifier: ] And are comfortable trying.

[ And, Architect, she thinks it would be overall good for him if he at least tried to make more of a home-- not in some literal sense with added furniture, but in the sense that Prompto had described. However, she doesn't know for certain; he's already been hurt here before. ] But I will do my best to help you, if you happen to choose.

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[ While she gives him a choice, he suspects that she wants him to accept. Comfort was never his concern, though he knows that he'd be a hypocrite to claim he hasn't done anything for his own comfort here. So he doesn't. ]

My duty is to the world—not to a home.

...Safe. Comfortable. Loved. [ It's become a mantra, now. ] Someone told me that these three things help make a home. And you-- you can have these things, too. Feel them, I mean.

[ ... ]

...Will you at least consider it? [ In a way, she's already trying to make this a home for him. Safe: she has already promised not to hurt him. Comfortable: she has given him food, clothes. Loved: well, she already loves him and everyone. But even though she gives all three, she knows this is still not a home to him. He has to accept, he is the one that has to feel safer, comfortable, and loved; and no matter what she does will change that, for they are his feelings.

She knows he has them. ]

[ Does she feel any of those things, herself? Can the daughter of the Architect possibly feel at home anywhere other than the heavenly realm where her father must reside?

Just because he can, doesn't mean he should. No one is truly safe so long as the world is at risk of dying. He can ill afford to grow comfortable if it'll lead to complacence. After all that he's done, he hasn't earned anyone's love.

He remembers her promise and how she's gone out of her way to provide him with creature comforts in an accommodating city. Pyra loves all life. He isn't so ignorant as to not see what she's done and continues to do for him. Still, he has no business claiming a home.

In the end, he nods. That doesn't mean he can't acknowledge her offer and keep it in extended consideration—just like the time she asked for his vulnerability. ]

Very well.

[ It's only something for him to keep in mind, for-- hopefully-- when he's ready. If he may ever be ready? She does not know. Yet she hopes for him, not herself, because...

While wonderful to think about and imagine what it must be like, feel like, experience like, to have a true home involving those three criteria, none of it will ever be for her. She can, however, do her best to provide the bare conditions for what others might have of a home. For her own world, ensuring the safety of others would involve her committing to one thing...

Pyra smiles proudly at him for his acknowledgement. ] If... you ever feel like you might have more of a home with others here, like your family, you needn't stay in this townhouse.

[ HYPOTHETICALLY SPEAKING, she knows he hasn't made any promises, but she feels she should acknowledge this. It'll be lonely, but she wishes for the best for him. ]

[ If he were to go to any of his family now, he would be taking away their comfort. Somnus has no illusions about his place. It's unlikely that he'll ever find a reason to vacate this townhouse, even if Pyra were to vanish on him; the day he does will be the day the gods of Havenwell dismiss his soul from Aellyn.

Pyra needn't be troubled with this information. Somnus simply nods as he slips his hand out of hers. He'll now take his leave and let her concentrate on her previous task. ]

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