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๐š™๐š›เป๐š–๐š™๐šเป ๐šŠ๐š›๐š๐šŽ๐š—๐š๐šž๐š–. ([personal profile] burstmodes) wrote in [personal profile] broplaints 2019-06-06 03:54 am (UTC)

[ he's not quite asleep, somewhere in-between that haze of awake and dreaming. so, he hears the rain when it starts, and honestly, he's a little drowsy when there's a sharp sound off to the side, trying to get his body to cooperate and turn to look. but there's movement, the rustle of a sleeping bag and then... prompto exhales slowly, immediately aware of the heat of noct's arms as they slide around him and the hot breath that ghosts along his neck. in this position, he can't see him, but he doesn't need to look at him to know it had been a bad dream. it's a quiet worry he swallows down, fingers stroking along noct's hand and up the length of his arm. ]

I'm here. [ his voice leaves him in a mumble, shifting a little to accommodate the press of their bodies. it's still not comfortable, but he can deal. ] You okay?

[ but that doesn't seem like enough because prompto knows noct. he isn't going to say what he's really thinking, not out loud when they're crammed in this tent, and so, heaving a long sigh, he does his best to roll over so he can face him. the position sort of squishes his arm, but he tolerates it to cup noct's cheek, idly brushing some of his hair away from his forehead before resting his hand at his elbow to draw him as close as possible. ]

Wanna talk about it? [ he's definitely still sort of asleep, but at least he's trying. ]

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