[ he doesn't know what it feels like anymore to feel aches, real or not. sometimes he finds himself rubbing a shoulder or babying a leg – all residual habits from his childhood injuries that have long healed. but memories remain, he supposes, still thinking about the young boy too weak to even stand, always thinking about him.
but childhood wasn't all that bad in spite of that and his distant father. there was luna there, either next to him or in his periphery, her voice sweet and calm, often lulling him into contentment just as it does right now.
at her invitation, he doesn't hesitate, doesn't even look over his shoulder to see if anyone might happen upon them. at this rate, he doesn't care – though noctis does care enough to at least kick his boots off before gingerly joining luna on the bed, over the covers. his back is propped up against the headboard and his bare hand slides into hers again. just like when they were kids. ]
no subject
but childhood wasn't all that bad in spite of that and his distant father. there was luna there, either next to him or in his periphery, her voice sweet and calm, often lulling him into contentment just as it does right now.
at her invitation, he doesn't hesitate, doesn't even look over his shoulder to see if anyone might happen upon them. at this rate, he doesn't care – though noctis does care enough to at least kick his boots off before gingerly joining luna on the bed, over the covers. his back is propped up against the headboard and his bare hand slides into hers again. just like when they were kids. ]
Yeah. I'd like that. We can return to Tenebrae.