[ The look on his face is enough to shatter her heart into tiny pieces. She's never seen him look like this before, and she never wants to see it again. She knows that the crown weighs heavy, especially so now as his journey begins coming to a close. She's quick but gentle as she places both hands on his cheeks, her thumbs shifting to wipe his tears away. It takes everything in her not to start crying, too, seeing him so upset and down and blaming himself for things that have spiraled completely out of his control. ]
Before you leave, I will do whatever I can for him. [ Her voice is soft but firm, leaving no room for argument. Ignis means the world to Noctis, just as the rest of his friends do. The least she can do is try, for his sake. She owes each and every one of his friends a great debt for taking such wonderful care of Noctis, that expending a little healing magic is absolutely nothing compared to what they have done for him. What they will continue to do.
The more rational part of her ind is screaming at her not to move around too much, as is the healing wound on her abdomen, but instinct and heart are winning the battle as she forces herself to lean forward, pressing a reassuring kiss against his forehead. ]
Never apologize... you are human, you are allowed to have emotions. I will always be available to you, whether you need a shoulder to cry on or someone to talk to... or for anything. Please try not to worry, everything will work out, and I promise you I will do my very best for Ignis.
[ her touch pulls him back from those dark corners to which he has retreated, back towards her. he meets her halfway at least, sitting up in his chair to lean forward to accept the brush of her fingers on his cheek and the kiss bestowed on his forehead.
words fail him when it comes to thanking any of them, but he can try. ] I know, Luna.
[ a part of him wishes to just lay there in bed with her and he would if it wouldn't disturb her so terribly. it would be nice to fall asleep next to her, even just holding her hand, forgetting that the rest of the world doesn't exist for a moment or two. she thinks so highly of him and he is determined to at least try to be the person luna believes him to be.
he is so tired. not a day goes by that a part of him doesn't ache, whether it is those residual pangs from his childhood injuries or new ones from the day's hard won battle. there are times when he feels much older than his twenty years. there is at least some levity to be found in their reunion and he decidedly stands up only to lean over her to return that forehead kiss with one of his own. ]
[ Being king is never easy. Being the chosen king is just that much harder. She cannot possibly imagine how he feels to have such a burden hanging over him on a daily basis. She hates that she cannot shoulder some of that burden for him, that this is a path he will ultimately have to walk alone. No matter how close his friends are to him, or even she herself, in the end it is Noctis' burden to bear and bear it he is. And that is a very disturbing thought.
She offers him a smile as he presses his own kiss to her forehead. It makes her melt a little, to have his attention and affections directed at her even though he is so very tired himself. She can see it on his face, how exhausted he truly is, and while she dislikes that... there is something to be said that he is not trying to hide it from her. That he trusts her enough to show himself to her fully without hesitation, confiding in her... it means something to her. ]
No... I am glad that I have you, Noctis. [ She cannot imagine her life without him. Even at a distance, just through the pages of a simple notebook, had he not been there she knows she would not have been able to endure life within the Empire. That she would have gone completely insane, or lost herself to despair. Which is why she knows that she must return that favor now. Slowly, she scoots over, mindful of course, and shifts the covers off to the side.
He is exhausted, and he should rest, and Gods only know how badly she wants to hold him in her arms and comfort him. So she pats the empty space next to her, because there is plenty of room for him to join her if he really wants to. ]
When we were children, you used to enjoy it when I read to you. When you come home, there are many books I think you would enjoy reading... or I could read them to you, if you'd like.
[ Changing the subject to the future might be a wise idea for now, she thinks. To give him hope that there are going to be far brighter days ahead, that his struggles and fights are going to be worth it in the end. Because she is certain they will be, he just needs a little motivation right now and she is more than determined to both make him happy and motivate him, even if it's just a little. ]
[ 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 β 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 β 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. ]
[ She remembers that boy all to well. The first time she'd laid eyes on him, he'd been so quiet and shy that his father had to remind him to properly introduce himself. Regis had come to Tenebrae with the intent and hopes that having a new friend to play with and talk to, especially one who one day he would have to work side by side with, would pull Noctis out of his funk. She'd been told about the attack on the poor boy beforehand, of course... not the gruesome details, though. But Regis had tasked her with helping his son, and that had been a job she'd been more than happy to take.
She remembers as soon as Noctis had shyly introduced himself, she'd happily whisked him away from his father and out of the sight of her mother as well and into the fields of wild Sylleblossoms. Those had always made her happy, and they made a wonderful conversation starter. And once they'd started talking, he'd started coming more and more out of his shell.
The rest, as they say, is history.
She's glad when he joins her in bed. She very carefully shifts so that she can lay on her side, and whether it's proper or not she she finds she does not care as she nestles herself close against him, resting her head on his shoulder and burying her face into the crook of his neck. She twines their fingers together, and her free arm curls around his midriff. They both need this right now, and no one is going to dare barge in on them anyways. ]
That would be lovely. And once we have restored Insomnia, we can go home. [ Because as far as Lunafreya is concerned, home is wherever Noctis is. Tenebrae, Insomnia, a dumpster -- wherever he is, that is home. To remain at his side, so long as he will have her, is the greatest gift she could ever receive whether they actually ever get married or not. ]
[ there are so many people still looking out for him, preparing him for his role, from luna to the guys and everyone else in between. he fears disappointing them, even with luna's unwavering faith in him. he remembers her speaking so confidently and eloquently even as a very young girl about their roles in this grand plot laid out by the gods.
it isn't fair. but he had learned that most things in this life are not, not even for those born into luxury with blue blood and every resource within arm's reach.
again, his expression softens when she nestles next to him and he finds himself lifting his arm to wrap both around her, hugging her close β but gently, of course. always gentle so as not to agitate her wounds or remind her of any soreness in her body. as strong as she is, he still does not want to break her. she feels so soft and real in his arms, but luna has never been a phantom, a figure on a pedestal. ]
They're both home, [ he decides, relaxing on the bed so that his head rests against pillows instead of the headboard. that is the last bit of movement he wants to make so that they both can lay perfectly still in each other's company. ]
[ Noctis could never disappoint any of them. Gladio may have tough words for him, Ignis may constantly remind him to stay in line, Prompto will be there to cheer him up with his never ending source of sunshine and happiness, and Luna will always be there to reassure him that he can and will do this. That he will fulfill his destiny and all will end well in the long run. They all have fates that must play out, after all.
War is hell, no matter how it plays out. Innocents are always going to lose their lives, people are going to suffer on both sides. War is hell, and unfortunately sometimes a necessary evil. But this particular war is one they are going to win -- when peace returns to the lands and darkness is no longer a threat, she looks forward to holding a proper ceremony for those who sacrificed so much and gave their lives and everything to protect their lands, their King, their homes.
A content sigh escapes, and her lips tug up into an almost lazy smile as he pulls her close and keeps his arms around her. She could get used to this, really, could melt into him and and never think twice about it. His presence is such a source of comfort and warmth, much like his handwriting on the blank pages of their shared notebook had been for many years. But to have him here, in the flesh, to he able to feel him and hear him breathing, it's just such a reassurance to her.
She'd do anything to be able to stay like this with him forever, honestly, but she knows soon enough he's going to have to continue on his way. For now, she is content to bask in everything that is him, his warmth and gentleness, his voice, his everything. ]
Yes... we will be able to go back and forth as we please. Or anywhere, really... wherever makes you happiest, wherever you want to go I will gladly follow. [ She closes her eyes for a few moments, enjoying the temporary serenity that seems to be surrounding the room. This is a nice little break from the horrors and chaos of the last few weeks. ]
[ he never thinks of himself as being a source of comfort to anyone, but this comes naturally to him, the curve of his arm around luna's shoulders, lowering it to curl around her back instead. he isn't a big guy but it surprises him how small she feels against his chest. but more than that, they seem to fit this way, like puzzle pieces, a lock and key.
noctis allows himself to close his eyes, but he does not instantly fall asleep. even his body refuses to let him miss a single second of this. ]
I wanna know what you want to do, [ he prompts her. though locked in their assigned roles, he had been granted far more freedom than luna ever had as oracle, living in his own apartment away from the palace, mostly adhering to his own schedule despite the frequent protests of ignis and gladio. luna had assumed the role early on, always under the watchful eye of the empire. she never had the opportunity for true normalcy.
he tilts his head, trying to look down at her. ]
We can do that, whatever it is.
[ there is a smile, even in the sound of his voice and he lifts the hand from his back to comb through his light blonde hair, hoping that this movement is a comforting one. ]
[ It has been a very, very long time since Lunafreya has felt this safe, or warm, or happy... or all of the above, honesty. She's practically giddy, although it's near impossible to show it right now considering the circumstances, but to just have him so close and so willing to hold her in his arms, it's almost dreamlike. She'd often wondered what it would be like, growing up, what it would have been like had things not happened the way they had. Would he have come back to visit Tenebrae? She knows she would have gone to see him in Insomnia for sure, to be able to watch him grow and make friends... it would have been a wonderful experience.
Lately, she's found herself thinking about their arranged engagement as well. If that hadn't happened, would they have had a proper courtship? Would they have even... well. It's best not to think about it, probably. Those are scenarios that could never happen, and the past is in the past. The fact that he is willing to spend this time with her is all that matters now, and he is indulging her silly thoughts about a future with him. She's grateful for that.
His question has her opening her eyes, though, a thoughtful expression crossing over her exhausted features. She's... that question is one she's not used to. Usually, people are telling her where to go or what to do, or shoving papers full of lists of duties that need to be performed with people in armor and guns following her the whole way. Their people, her duty, his safety, and a whole lot of resistance against the Empire have ever only ever been her first and only priorities. But now there's nothing left other than his safety, and she has nothing to really offer him for that other than non-stop prayers to the Astrals. ]
I... just want to be with you. [ She ducks her head back down almost shyly, but she's smiling too, albeit a little nervously. Writing things down on pen and paper is so much easier than having to say them, despite her time in the public eye. So she hides her face in the crook of his neck again in an attempt to both hide how pink her pale cheeks are growing and to avoid seeing any sort of look of horror that might be growing on his face. ]
We could do anything, I don't mind. So long as I am able to remain at your side, that's all that really matters to me. [ She's enjoying those fingers in her hair, though. They ease her anxiety, and she closes her eyes again, her nervous smile turning far more content. Really... if she were a cat, she'd be purring right now. ]
[ oh, that's cute. cute isn't really a word he normally associates with luna β there's beautiful, regal, perfect, even ethereal. this layer of cute is just something else he can remember, tucking this memory of her blushing and looking bashful and cuddling up next to him. luna contains multitudes.
he's so relieved and so enamored that he actually momentarily forgets to be awkward. will wonders never cease? ]
You can have me, [ he promises her without thinking, keeping those fingers brushing through her hair in an attempt to be soothing. it looks like it's helping and, well, he likes doing it. if anything, it's an attempt to get in as much physical contact before they part ways once more. and hopefully with less time apart.
he loves her, which is the long and short of it. she has given all of herself to this cause, to the fate that had chosen them both, and he wants to ensure that all of this was worth it. ]
[ 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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Date: 2017-04-25 03:14 am (UTC)Before you leave, I will do whatever I can for him. [ Her voice is soft but firm, leaving no room for argument. Ignis means the world to Noctis, just as the rest of his friends do. The least she can do is try, for his sake. She owes each and every one of his friends a great debt for taking such wonderful care of Noctis, that expending a little healing magic is absolutely nothing compared to what they have done for him. What they will continue to do.
The more rational part of her ind is screaming at her not to move around too much, as is the healing wound on her abdomen, but instinct and heart are winning the battle as she forces herself to lean forward, pressing a reassuring kiss against his forehead. ]
Never apologize... you are human, you are allowed to have emotions. I will always be available to you, whether you need a shoulder to cry on or someone to talk to... or for anything. Please try not to worry, everything will work out, and I promise you I will do my very best for Ignis.
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Date: 2017-04-25 04:51 am (UTC)words fail him when it comes to thanking any of them, but he can try. ] I know, Luna.
[ a part of him wishes to just lay there in bed with her and he would if it wouldn't disturb her so terribly. it would be nice to fall asleep next to her, even just holding her hand, forgetting that the rest of the world doesn't exist for a moment or two. she thinks so highly of him and he is determined to at least try to be the person luna believes him to be.
he is so tired. not a day goes by that a part of him doesn't ache, whether it is those residual pangs from his childhood injuries or new ones from the day's hard won battle. there are times when he feels much older than his twenty years. there is at least some levity to be found in their reunion and he decidedly stands up only to lean over her to return that forehead kiss with one of his own. ]
I'm β glad. Glad to have you.
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Date: 2017-04-25 05:14 am (UTC)She offers him a smile as he presses his own kiss to her forehead. It makes her melt a little, to have his attention and affections directed at her even though he is so very tired himself. She can see it on his face, how exhausted he truly is, and while she dislikes that... there is something to be said that he is not trying to hide it from her. That he trusts her enough to show himself to her fully without hesitation, confiding in her... it means something to her. ]
No... I am glad that I have you, Noctis. [ She cannot imagine her life without him. Even at a distance, just through the pages of a simple notebook, had he not been there she knows she would not have been able to endure life within the Empire. That she would have gone completely insane, or lost herself to despair. Which is why she knows that she must return that favor now. Slowly, she scoots over, mindful of course, and shifts the covers off to the side.
He is exhausted, and he should rest, and Gods only know how badly she wants to hold him in her arms and comfort him. So she pats the empty space next to her, because there is plenty of room for him to join her if he really wants to. ]
When we were children, you used to enjoy it when I read to you. When you come home, there are many books I think you would enjoy reading... or I could read them to you, if you'd like.
[ Changing the subject to the future might be a wise idea for now, she thinks. To give him hope that there are going to be far brighter days ahead, that his struggles and fights are going to be worth it in the end. Because she is certain they will be, he just needs a little motivation right now and she is more than determined to both make him happy and motivate him, even if it's just a little. ]
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Date: 2017-04-27 02:34 am (UTC)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 β 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.
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Date: 2017-05-04 07:47 am (UTC)She remembers as soon as Noctis had shyly introduced himself, she'd happily whisked him away from his father and out of the sight of her mother as well and into the fields of wild Sylleblossoms. Those had always made her happy, and they made a wonderful conversation starter. And once they'd started talking, he'd started coming more and more out of his shell.
The rest, as they say, is history.
She's glad when he joins her in bed. She very carefully shifts so that she can lay on her side, and whether it's proper or not she she finds she does not care as she nestles herself close against him, resting her head on his shoulder and burying her face into the crook of his neck. She twines their fingers together, and her free arm curls around his midriff. They both need this right now, and no one is going to dare barge in on them anyways. ]
That would be lovely. And once we have restored Insomnia, we can go home. [ Because as far as Lunafreya is concerned, home is wherever Noctis is. Tenebrae, Insomnia, a dumpster -- wherever he is, that is home. To remain at his side, so long as he will have her, is the greatest gift she could ever receive whether they actually ever get married or not. ]
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Date: 2017-05-05 04:18 am (UTC)it isn't fair. but he had learned that most things in this life are not, not even for those born into luxury with blue blood and every resource within arm's reach.
again, his expression softens when she nestles next to him and he finds himself lifting his arm to wrap both around her, hugging her close β but gently, of course. always gentle so as not to agitate her wounds or remind her of any soreness in her body. as strong as she is, he still does not want to break her. she feels so soft and real in his arms, but luna has never been a phantom, a figure on a pedestal. ]
They're both home, [ he decides, relaxing on the bed so that his head rests against pillows instead of the headboard. that is the last bit of movement he wants to make so that they both can lay perfectly still in each other's company. ]
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Date: 2017-05-05 05:12 am (UTC)War is hell, no matter how it plays out. Innocents are always going to lose their lives, people are going to suffer on both sides. War is hell, and unfortunately sometimes a necessary evil. But this particular war is one they are going to win -- when peace returns to the lands and darkness is no longer a threat, she looks forward to holding a proper ceremony for those who sacrificed so much and gave their lives and everything to protect their lands, their King, their homes.
A content sigh escapes, and her lips tug up into an almost lazy smile as he pulls her close and keeps his arms around her. She could get used to this, really, could melt into him and and never think twice about it. His presence is such a source of comfort and warmth, much like his handwriting on the blank pages of their shared notebook had been for many years. But to have him here, in the flesh, to he able to feel him and hear him breathing, it's just such a reassurance to her.
She'd do anything to be able to stay like this with him forever, honestly, but she knows soon enough he's going to have to continue on his way. For now, she is content to bask in everything that is him, his warmth and gentleness, his voice, his everything. ]
Yes... we will be able to go back and forth as we please. Or anywhere, really... wherever makes you happiest, wherever you want to go I will gladly follow. [ She closes her eyes for a few moments, enjoying the temporary serenity that seems to be surrounding the room. This is a nice little break from the horrors and chaos of the last few weeks. ]
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Date: 2017-05-06 05:33 am (UTC)noctis allows himself to close his eyes, but he does not instantly fall asleep. even his body refuses to let him miss a single second of this. ]
I wanna know what you want to do, [ he prompts her. though locked in their assigned roles, he had been granted far more freedom than luna ever had as oracle, living in his own apartment away from the palace, mostly adhering to his own schedule despite the frequent protests of ignis and gladio. luna had assumed the role early on, always under the watchful eye of the empire. she never had the opportunity for true normalcy.
he tilts his head, trying to look down at her. ]
We can do that, whatever it is.
[ there is a smile, even in the sound of his voice and he lifts the hand from his back to comb through his light blonde hair, hoping that this movement is a comforting one. ]
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Date: 2017-05-06 12:07 pm (UTC)Lately, she's found herself thinking about their arranged engagement as well. If that hadn't happened, would they have had a proper courtship? Would they have even... well. It's best not to think about it, probably. Those are scenarios that could never happen, and the past is in the past. The fact that he is willing to spend this time with her is all that matters now, and he is indulging her silly thoughts about a future with him. She's grateful for that.
His question has her opening her eyes, though, a thoughtful expression crossing over her exhausted features. She's... that question is one she's not used to. Usually, people are telling her where to go or what to do, or shoving papers full of lists of duties that need to be performed with people in armor and guns following her the whole way. Their people, her duty, his safety, and a whole lot of resistance against the Empire have ever only ever been her first and only priorities. But now there's nothing left other than his safety, and she has nothing to really offer him for that other than non-stop prayers to the Astrals. ]
I... just want to be with you. [ She ducks her head back down almost shyly, but she's smiling too, albeit a little nervously. Writing things down on pen and paper is so much easier than having to say them, despite her time in the public eye. So she hides her face in the crook of his neck again in an attempt to both hide how pink her pale cheeks are growing and to avoid seeing any sort of look of horror that might be growing on his face. ]
We could do anything, I don't mind. So long as I am able to remain at your side, that's all that really matters to me. [ She's enjoying those fingers in her hair, though. They ease her anxiety, and she closes her eyes again, her nervous smile turning far more content. Really... if she were a cat, she'd be purring right now. ]
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Date: 2017-05-13 02:35 am (UTC)he's so relieved and so enamored that he actually momentarily forgets to be awkward. will wonders never cease? ]
You can have me, [ he promises her without thinking, keeping those fingers brushing through her hair in an attempt to be soothing. it looks like it's helping and, well, he likes doing it. if anything, it's an attempt to get in as much physical contact before they part ways once more. and hopefully with less time apart.
he loves her, which is the long and short of it. she has given all of herself to this cause, to the fate that had chosen them both, and he wants to ensure that all of this was worth it. ]
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Date: 2017-05-20 03:15 am (UTC)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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Date: 2017-05-26 03:41 am (UTC)'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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Date: 2017-06-29 07:33 pm (UTC)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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Date: 2017-07-11 12:30 am (UTC)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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Date: 2017-07-27 09:46 am (UTC)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. ]