[ they're this close, and prompto could easily pretend that they're somewhere else. maybe back home, curled around one another and whispering in the dark like they used to on occasion during high school. a motel with a roof and a door they could lock. yet, the sound of the rain drums on, lulling him into a weird sense of calm, and the weight of noct's leg over his hip and just the heat of him pulls him down into that warm cocoon of safety that he so desperately craves these days. but he can't stay there, not when noct needs him; even the reassurance to sleep keeps him from closing his eyes.
he does kiss him back though, nuzzling into him and letting his mouth graze over the curve of his cheek. tender touches that they both need. ]
Nah, I'm good. [ prompto can't exactly tell him he wasn't quite asleep, so he just sticks with that and lets his fingers stroke over noct's side until he's idly pulling at his shirt instead. ] You first. I know how you need your beauty sleep more than the rest of us. [ all twelve hours of it. ] But I'm here for you, okay? Right here. Not gonna go anywhere.
[ he doesn't know how much that will help, but at least it's something. besides, he's going to make sure he wakes up before noct and tells iggy that he thinks noct should get to sleep in a little—without explaining exactly why. ]
[Prompto had always been there. A steady constant force within in his life from the moment they had met. Something strong, reliable and unmoving. Prompto's strength wasn't physical, didn't show as readily and easily as Gladio's. Didn't manifest in strategy and analyzing the way it did in Ignis.
No, Prompto's strength was silent, like a gentle calming wind that would blow in at the last moment and save you. Like a ray of sunlight that shone through the clouds and rescued you from the darkness. It was in the way he looked after all of them quietly. The way he snapped away on his camera, taking photographs as proof of their memories.
In the way he wrapped himself around Noctis now, as if he alone could somehow form a protective barrier between his prince and the rest of the world. The way he spoke, his words meant to soothe the ache that still resonated so deep.]
Not without you. [Sometimes it felt as though Noctis honestly did not deserve Prompto, like he didn't give back nearly as much as he got. But he refused to see the other put himself second for anyone. Even himself.]
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he does kiss him back though, nuzzling into him and letting his mouth graze over the curve of his cheek. tender touches that they both need. ]
Nah, I'm good. [ prompto can't exactly tell him he wasn't quite asleep, so he just sticks with that and lets his fingers stroke over noct's side until he's idly pulling at his shirt instead. ] You first. I know how you need your beauty sleep more than the rest of us. [ all twelve hours of it. ] But I'm here for you, okay? Right here. Not gonna go anywhere.
[ he doesn't know how much that will help, but at least it's something. besides, he's going to make sure he wakes up before noct and tells iggy that he thinks noct should get to sleep in a little—without explaining exactly why. ]
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No, Prompto's strength was silent, like a gentle calming wind that would blow in at the last moment and save you. Like a ray of sunlight that shone through the clouds and rescued you from the darkness. It was in the way he looked after all of them quietly. The way he snapped away on his camera, taking photographs as proof of their memories.
In the way he wrapped himself around Noctis now, as if he alone could somehow form a protective barrier between his prince and the rest of the world. The way he spoke, his words meant to soothe the ache that still resonated so deep.]
Not without you. [Sometimes it felt as though Noctis honestly did not deserve Prompto, like he didn't give back nearly as much as he got. But he refused to see the other put himself second for anyone. Even himself.]