#lastlucis

[aerialkissed-blog]

@lastlucis

          ❝hey, there LOVIECAKES.❞

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          Bag is slung over his shoulder, a weight shifting as he rolls his shoulder ( how much better it feels now ), though his focus falls mostly upon the machine before them.  Its lights flash, colorful, enticing, and frankly --- what with the wide grin, that he’s near vibrating beside his friend --- Prompto’s all too eager for the games.           “No, no, no, higher, higher, higher, there!”  A cheer, perhaps a bit too loud for the small room, though he doesn’t particularly care.  “Yeah, you show ‘em who’s boss!”

[gvntk]

@lastlucis  ||smak’d dat ♥ !!

❛ c’mon, buddy !! time to rise & shine !! if you don’t get up, i’m tickling you.❜

[argentlined-ii]

‘ here. ‘ he holds out the small chocobo phone charm, dangling in the space between them. voice is firm despite the rapid beat of the heart in his chest, one hand rubbing at his neck nervously. he’s never given someone a gift on valentine's before ( no one has ever made him feel the way that prompto has ). ‘ i would have gotten you a heart, but...... you already have mine. ‘ cheeks heat as he places the charm and a single hershey’s kiss in the palm of his hand.

@lastlucis

                                                    “ Huh – ? ”

Surprise would curve about his expression, forming it from the root in which it stems from & he’d turn, a curiosity blossoming from the act so entirely unexpected. Though, to see Noctis standing before him would add reassurance to whatever anxiety had become of an act so unpredictable. First would throat hitch, a light gasp ( so quiet, yet still slightly audible ) & as he catches control of his voice, he’d lose the control about heart’s pulse & face’s flush. Pink shining in a lacking transparency, clashing with the sprinkled freckles that decorate his complexion along with his emotion ( so clear, so completely obvious ). 

He is still startled, eyes wide with astonishment met with gratitude. Brilliant diamonds shine through his irises & he cannot help but offer a smile so bashful in its presentation. Charm is taken & held between his fingers, toyed with as he passes it from one hand to another, observing it against his line of sight & enjoying both the sentiment & gift itself. Noct knows him so well.

With next words does heart flutter, yet, he laughs. A radiant bubbling that chuckles from his throat would meet ways with the air so captivated by such romantic tension. He giggles at Noctis’s very attempt at offering any display of actual affection & he finds it endearing. Hand reaches out to shove his shoulder, still unable to refrain from his lighthearted laughter.

                                “ C’mon, Noct… That was totally lame ! ”

& still, fingers shake as he lifts another’s hand, intertwining their half gloved fingers as he lifts both their hands to his face, if only to place such apprehensive lips against Noct’s knuckles before shying away, still smiling, as gaze averts to the ceiling, the tent nearby, the ground beneath them. He could not bear to look him in the eyes, no, not quite yet.

                                   “ But, uh.. y–y’know… Thanks… Noct. 

                                                                I… I really dig it. ”

[argentlined-ii]

lays down on prompto with a content sigh

@lastlucis

                                               “ Duude… ”

CONTENTMENT – surely, contentment had met his composure, & he’d smile ( albeit nervously ) as fingers would run themselves through strands of brilliant & standing gold. Soon, soon, do they find themselves nearing the shoulder of another, but he pauses. Hesitation overtakes him & he grows silent. To protest as he had ( however only a jest, met with no truth of the matter ), he would no longer. Something strange caught at his throat as Noctis would find himself comforted by Prompto’s own presence, soft ebon hair brushing against his freckled flesh. He would not allow himself to wrap his fingers about his face, not even his shoulder – not now ( despite the usual circumstance in which he would ). For right now, there is an inexplicable shyness that has become his shaky fingertips. So, instead, he leans backward, finding a comfort of his own as he allows Noct a napping place.

                                            “ You comfy ? ”

[argentlined-ii]

❛ i’m always tired, but never of you. ❜

@lastlucis

The element of surprise wears obvious, now, against his features. An atmosphere calm with a heavy melancholy that sits aside them, as if its own presence of a person. Yet, still, they are alone, & received reassurance would bring utmost gratitude upon his sinking chest. To become exposed, to admit another the very trials of overcoming the disaster that is himself, he breathes. 

Some part of him questions the honesty that falls from another’s tongue & yet another would grasp at any hint of belief, even if faulty, of which he could wrap his hands about & claim his own. How selfish, truly. The art of opening yourself for another to witness, even in your most vulnerable of states, & yearning for the approval, the very existence of acceptance; he thinks to himself: is this self-gain all there is to it ? Yet, he wars with himself, an endless battle of right & wrong, the strongest debate against own morality. This is what ‘ real friends ‘ do – he is a real friend, is he not ? The first, & sole reason for the mere existence of companionship met with the solitudal despair of ever-lingering loneliness. 

He sits with legs stretched out, crossed at the ankles, as the soles at his heels dig into the ground beneath them. He lets a silence become the air, giving room to think, to bask in the realization that perhaps he’s right. For one who has always been deemed so ‘ tiresome ‘ so active, so energetic… he understands another’s will to set themselves aside from his constant inability to remain at a comfortable stand still. Even himself, who is the creator of such a ‘ burden ‘ upon another’s nerves of frustration, would then feel the reflection of these moods upon own existence. How is not to tire another, when even, he, sometimes, would tire of himself ? 

Laughter, however light, would flutter from his lungs & lift such tension from the air. It is filled with nervousness & drowned in a lingering anxiety which pulls at his stomach. Frightened is he of the judgement of others. 

                       “ You, uh… Really ? Never ? Like… not even once ? ”

[oracleborn-archive]

thank you so much for having a kenny crow tag.

I THOUGHT OF YOU I WAS LIKE — ronan can’t see this i gotta tag it for thEM and anyone els e.

[oracleborn-archive]

“ were you the one who taught umbra to shake? ”   while the oracle would LOVE to take credit for it, it seemed the messenger seemed to favored a certain prince more. .

lunafreya brings a hand to scratch behind his ear, the fur  s o f t  to the  touch — “ it was a. . nice surprise, discovering he’d learned. ”

@lastlucis  /  closed starter.