[ Luna's heart momentarily stops -- skips a beat, rather, at his words. He may not be a man of many words, but the ones he speaks are always so real and so, so very meaningful. Noctis is wonderful in so many ways he has yet to even realize himself.
It does not take her long to answer, though, her tired voice sounding almost playful, a smile tugging at her lips but she dares not to lift her head. Besides, his fingers in her hair feel amazing and she definitely does not want to disturb that, thank you. ]
Is that a promise, my King? [ She hums, lightly drumming her fingers against his chest before they move up to rest against his cheek, and she lifts her head to press a light kiss against his other cheek, the one closest to her, before she lays her head down again, nestled against his shoulder once more. She loves him, too, more than anything in the entire world. She has since they were children, and nothing is going to change that or come between them. ]
[ he's scared to tell her that he loves her, uncertain of the weight those words carry once they are out in the open. someday, maybe. he wishes it could be today but each time love you skitters to the front of his mind, he clenches up and pulls it back.
'you can have me' will have to do for now, he supposes.
it's his turn to be embarrassed at the press of her lips to the cheek when he lowers his head to meet her, pale skin tinged with pink. it's a happy moment to savor after everything they have been through thus far. but then she calls him king and he freezes up again, quiet for a long time though his hand remains combing through her hair. his father used to be king. he doesn't feel like the king yet even though he should be better prepared.
this wasn't meant to happen. he was meant to go on a trip to marry his old friend. but perhaps his father knew all along what was really meant to come.
noctis's jaw clenches before he smiles down at her, a small, warm expression as his forehead meets the top of her head. ] I promise.
[ Luna doesn't mind. She has known Noctis for long enough to know he is a man of little words, but his actions speak tenfold. He doesn't need to say anything, because she already knows. She loves him, too -- always has, and always will, no matter what.
She can feel him tense up, and for a split second she's afraid he's going to get angry. He may not see it in himself yet, his friends may not see it, but Luna does. He is a king through and through, he is her king, and he has done nothing but good things for his people despite how rushed and forced his position has been. He hasn't had much time to mourn his father or even really try to accept this new role that's been thrust onto him, but he's doing wonderfully -- she thinks he is, at least.
His father would be proud of him. She definitely knows that much for sure.
She can feel relief washing over her as she takes in that handsome smile, and she closes her eyes again as she merely relaxes against him and basks in everything that is Noctis. ] I know... you've yet to break a promise to me, and I know this one will be no different than any of the others.
[ She's quiet for a few moments, listening to the rhythmic sound of his heartbeat, soothing in her ear, before she finally speaks again. ] What is the first thing you are going to do after this is all over, hm?
[ he doesn't feel like a real king. an uncrowned king, maybe. there is little home to return to, lucians now scattered here and there. his father is gone, their families are gone. he almost isn't sure how luna can have such steadfast confidence in him in his abilities when their world is full of so much uncertainty.
but that is how she has been even when he was eight and a little bit ( a lot ) in love with her and everything he believed her to be. maybe there is something to it. he had negotiated with claustra and he had made it this far. he cannot complete this mission set before him without believing in himself.
his heartbeat is steadier now, still a touch jittery if only because he is holding lunafreya in his arms like he has wanted to for years. the simplest action still makes him feel like a teenage boy. as for her question, there is so much to do for the kingdom and for the world. he wants unity. he wants to take down borders. he wants to marry her. ]
Take you to the carnival.
[ not the answer of a king, but it is the answer of one singular noctis lucis caelum, now grinning stupidly to himself. ]
[ Lunafreya will always have confidence in him. In her eyes, Noctis can do no wrong -- whatever steps he takes, whatever decisions he makes, she is here to back him up until the very end. To lend a hand and help shoulder some of his burdens is her job, after all. Not just as Oracle, but as friend and future wife. She wants to offer him support in every way possible in whatever way she can, whether that be lifting his spirits, giving him a shoulder to cry and mourn on, to be a voice of reason, to an ear to vent to... whatever he needs from her, she will gladly give it to him to the best of her abilities.
Eyes remaining closed, she offers a soft, pleased hum as her index finger lightly draws all sorts of obscure shapes and patterns against the front of his shirt just next to where her head rests against his chest. For the umpteenth time since she's awakened, she can feel herself beginning to smile; his answer may not be the answer of a king, but it is genuinely him and she honestly prefers that to any sort of stiff, formal response. Noctis is the most genuine, true person she's ever met, even when they were children. He'd promised her back then he'd purge the Starscourge, and look at him now. This may not be the most ideal way to do it, but even through thick and thin, through his losses and hardships, he is pressing through and keeping his promise.
Noctis never ceases to amaze her, and she doubts he's ever going to stop. ]
That sounds like fun... embarrassingly, I've never been to one. But I have read about them. Is that a date then?
[ There's a playful lilt to her voice as she finally opens her eyes and peers up at him; this subject is so light and airy and wonderful and pleasant, and it fills her with pure, unadulterated joy and hope. Not to mention any time he grins like that, she melts a little; he looks so handsome and she wishes he'd do it more often. Perhaps in time, after things settle down, she can start finding ways to make him smile. ]
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It does not take her long to answer, though, her tired voice sounding almost playful, a smile tugging at her lips but she dares not to lift her head. Besides, his fingers in her hair feel amazing and she definitely does not want to disturb that, thank you. ]
Is that a promise, my King? [ She hums, lightly drumming her fingers against his chest before they move up to rest against his cheek, and she lifts her head to press a light kiss against his other cheek, the one closest to her, before she lays her head down again, nestled against his shoulder once more. She loves him, too, more than anything in the entire world. She has since they were children, and nothing is going to change that or come between them. ]
Because you already have me.
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'you can have me' will have to do for now, he supposes.
it's his turn to be embarrassed at the press of her lips to the cheek when he lowers his head to meet her, pale skin tinged with pink. it's a happy moment to savor after everything they have been through thus far. but then she calls him king and he freezes up again, quiet for a long time though his hand remains combing through her hair. his father used to be king. he doesn't feel like the king yet even though he should be better prepared.
this wasn't meant to happen. he was meant to go on a trip to marry his old friend. but perhaps his father knew all along what was really meant to come.
noctis's jaw clenches before he smiles down at her, a small, warm expression as his forehead meets the top of her head. ] I promise.
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She can feel him tense up, and for a split second she's afraid he's going to get angry. He may not see it in himself yet, his friends may not see it, but Luna does. He is a king through and through, he is her king, and he has done nothing but good things for his people despite how rushed and forced his position has been. He hasn't had much time to mourn his father or even really try to accept this new role that's been thrust onto him, but he's doing wonderfully -- she thinks he is, at least.
His father would be proud of him. She definitely knows that much for sure.
She can feel relief washing over her as she takes in that handsome smile, and she closes her eyes again as she merely relaxes against him and basks in everything that is Noctis. ] I know... you've yet to break a promise to me, and I know this one will be no different than any of the others.
[ She's quiet for a few moments, listening to the rhythmic sound of his heartbeat, soothing in her ear, before she finally speaks again. ] What is the first thing you are going to do after this is all over, hm?
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but that is how she has been even when he was eight and a little bit ( a lot ) in love with her and everything he believed her to be. maybe there is something to it. he had negotiated with claustra and he had made it this far. he cannot complete this mission set before him without believing in himself.
his heartbeat is steadier now, still a touch jittery if only because he is holding lunafreya in his arms like he has wanted to for years. the simplest action still makes him feel like a teenage boy. as for her question, there is so much to do for the kingdom and for the world. he wants unity. he wants to take down borders. he wants to marry her. ]
Take you to the carnival.
[ not the answer of a king, but it is the answer of one singular noctis lucis caelum, now grinning stupidly to himself. ]
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Eyes remaining closed, she offers a soft, pleased hum as her index finger lightly draws all sorts of obscure shapes and patterns against the front of his shirt just next to where her head rests against his chest. For the umpteenth time since she's awakened, she can feel herself beginning to smile; his answer may not be the answer of a king, but it is genuinely him and she honestly prefers that to any sort of stiff, formal response. Noctis is the most genuine, true person she's ever met, even when they were children. He'd promised her back then he'd purge the Starscourge, and look at him now. This may not be the most ideal way to do it, but even through thick and thin, through his losses and hardships, he is pressing through and keeping his promise.
Noctis never ceases to amaze her, and she doubts he's ever going to stop. ]
That sounds like fun... embarrassingly, I've never been to one. But I have read about them. Is that a date then?
[ There's a playful lilt to her voice as she finally opens her eyes and peers up at him; this subject is so light and airy and wonderful and pleasant, and it fills her with pure, unadulterated joy and hope. Not to mention any time he grins like that, she melts a little; he looks so handsome and she wishes he'd do it more often. Perhaps in time, after things settle down, she can start finding ways to make him smile. ]