[ the words, i’m very happy for the chance to converse with you, they put him a bit more at ease, as at ease as he can be around lunafreya. he inwardly bemoans his own inability to calm his own heart rate, his inability to keep his cool around— well. girls, mostly. his heart always stutters around cindy, a frantic rhythm of ‘look at me, don’t look at me’, but this is different. lunafreya is different, in a way that he’s going to have to ruminate on later when she’s not in close proximity, smiling softly at him in a way that he doesn’t think he deserves. hasn’t done anything to deserve. then she’s next to him, sitting, hands folded, and he’s tempted to mimic the gesture solely so he doesn’t fidget, or start drumming his fingers on his thighs. he suddenly wishes that he had his camera, pictures to flip through, something familiar in this uncharted territory. but. then he wouldn’t be giving her his full attention, which she deserves, after he called her away from— her calling. the people outside. ] Yeah. Resting, not a problem. Not often we get to stay in an actual hotel, not when we got a camping fanatic in our midst. [ gladio ] I mean, I’m all for the great outdoors, don’t get me wrong. Buuut, there is a reason people say you can have ‘too much of a good thing’.
[ the hotel they’re staying in, it’s no galdin qauy. nothing fancy. the beds are kind of lumpy, but there are four walls. it’s warm. and he’ll take a bed, lumpy or no, over a tent any day. or a sleeping bag that doesn’t accommodate his measure of rolling around while sleeping, traps his limbs in a way he doesn’t appreciate.
he puts his hands behind him, palms down to the comforter, and swings his legs in a position that he hopes reads more comfortable than he feels. alternates between looking out in front of them, and flashing his gaze to her out of the corner of his eye. ] Besides it’s not— [ not any trouble. escort duty, as she puts it. noct leaves one of them with lunafreya, always, to ensure her safety. he can tell, how important she is to him, not just because of his insistance that someone be with her at all times— but just by how he looks at her. how he had looked at their shared notebook, that umbra had brought him when they still were passing it back and forth. secretive and pleased, and unwilling to share what exactly they were writing despite his nagging. which… made sense. noctis is a prince. and because of that, his life has been open. to everyone in insomnia, to lucis, maybe he just wanted to keep something for himself.
he doesn’t want to say it’s a… honor looking after her, the words sounding stiff and uncomfortable even in his own head. far removed from the friendship he wants, that he had gotten with noct by treating him like himself instead of royalty. and he wants to do the same with luna, treat her like he would anyone else, not as oracle. as a princess. but it’s easier thought than done. ] I’ve been on a ton of supply runs. Nothing new, there. This is kind of… nice.
[ he’s never… been chosen, to guard lunafreya before. it’s always been ignis or gladio, and the fact that noct has left this to him, it makes his chest swell in a way that’s pleasant.
it means that noct trusts him.
a moment. ]
I— what I wanted to talk to you about. Do you remember a while ago, actually a long while ago, when I found Pryna? [ his legs stop their swinging, he can feel his palms start to warm, and fights the urge to rub them on the comforter’s surface. ] Do you… remember writing me?
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[ the hotel they’re staying in, it’s no galdin qauy. nothing fancy. the beds are kind of lumpy, but there are four walls. it’s warm. and he’ll take a bed, lumpy or no, over a tent any day. or a sleeping bag that doesn’t accommodate his measure of rolling around while sleeping, traps his limbs in a way he doesn’t appreciate.
he puts his hands behind him, palms down to the comforter, and swings his legs in a position that he hopes reads more comfortable than he feels. alternates between looking out in front of them, and flashing his gaze to her out of the corner of his eye. ] Besides it’s not— [ not any trouble. escort duty, as she puts it. noct leaves one of them with lunafreya, always, to ensure her safety. he can tell, how important she is to him, not just because of his insistance that someone be with her at all times— but just by how he looks at her. how he had looked at their shared notebook, that umbra had brought him when they still were passing it back and forth. secretive and pleased, and unwilling to share what exactly they were writing despite his nagging. which… made sense. noctis is a prince. and because of that, his life has been open. to everyone in insomnia, to lucis, maybe he just wanted to keep something for himself.
he doesn’t want to say it’s a… honor looking after her, the words sounding stiff and uncomfortable even in his own head. far removed from the friendship he wants, that he had gotten with noct by treating him like himself instead of royalty. and he wants to do the same with luna, treat her like he would anyone else, not as oracle. as a princess. but it’s easier thought than done. ] I’ve been on a ton of supply runs. Nothing new, there. This is kind of… nice.
[ he’s never… been chosen, to guard lunafreya before. it’s always been ignis or gladio, and the fact that noct has left this to him, it makes his chest swell in a way that’s pleasant.
it means that noct trusts him.
a moment. ]
I— what I wanted to talk to you about. Do you remember a while ago, actually a long while ago, when I found Pryna? [ his legs stop their swinging, he can feel his palms start to warm, and fights the urge to rub them on the comforter’s surface. ] Do you… remember writing me?