[it's--very surprising. he's gone months, years, afraid of holding those he loves close because he's afraid that in doing so, he'll find himself alright with succumbing during a particular bad day out fighting daemons. he's always been a sentimental guy, as much as he likes to play it tough or be bright for the sake of others.]
[elena's feelings are crystal clear, and they settle in his chest warm and gentle, stilling his breath but not suffocating him. it's with a start that he realizes how much this means to him]
[this kind of connection]
[(he wants to embrace those he loves and never let go; is that a selfish thought?)]
[so he returns her embrace, a tight hold, feeling like the dams might as well burst forth. but they don't, and prompto reminds himself of what they're supposed to appear as, here, and carefully pulls back]
I'm glad.
[prompto says softly, a smile on his face although elena can't see it]
[ It's exactly what she'd needed, and she's determined that it won't be the last time. They both need this, she can tell -- this closeness with someone, this acceptance and affection. If it means half as much to Prompto as it does to her, then she'll never stop giving him hugs, sharing jokes, laughing together. So long as they're here, she'll be in his corner. ]
(You'll have to introduce me to your friend sometime. I've never met a king before.)
[and that's a good, warm feeling to hold on to, despite the weird circumstances they're in. it's still a lot to wrap his mind around, and prompto's for the most part trying to keep cool for his best friend's sake--for the sake of everyone, much like he's always done.]
[but it's not hard, not when you have people like elena about.]
(Really? I hope he doesn't bum you out or give you a wrong impression of royalty. His favorite things are) [raising a hand and counting with his fingers as they reach the doors of the food area] (video games and napping. )
(He's got a lot going on, so if you meet him you gotta promise to help me make him smile, okay? --Noct. Noctis, his name.)
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[elena's feelings are crystal clear, and they settle in his chest warm and gentle, stilling his breath but not suffocating him. it's with a start that he realizes how much this means to him]
[this kind of connection]
[(he wants to embrace those he loves and never let go; is that a selfish thought?)]
[so he returns her embrace, a tight hold, feeling like the dams might as well burst forth. but they don't, and prompto reminds himself of what they're supposed to appear as, here, and carefully pulls back]
I'm glad.
[prompto says softly, a smile on his face although elena can't see it]
( Better now? )
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[ It's exactly what she'd needed, and she's determined that it won't be the last time. They both need this, she can tell -- this closeness with someone, this acceptance and affection. If it means half as much to Prompto as it does to her, then she'll never stop giving him hugs, sharing jokes, laughing together. So long as they're here, she'll be in his corner. ]
( You'll have to introduce me to your friend sometime. I've never met a king before. )
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[but it's not hard, not when you have people like elena about.]
( Really? I hope he doesn't bum you out or give you a wrong impression of royalty. His favorite things are ) [raising a hand and counting with his fingers as they reach the doors of the food area] ( video games and napping. )
( He's got a lot going on, so if you meet him you gotta promise to help me make him smile, okay? --Noct. Noctis, his name. )