(night-light-sky) 💏 cause you send me all the stuff and I'm curious
Allen liked to think of himself as a gentleman. He knew most of his polite manners were mirrored from Mana, but his father had wanted to teach those to him. His true self, however, was one he still didn’t know. Sometimes he felt he was polite and gentle, sometimes he felt he was truly the little brat he had been. Sometimes he felt in between, he felt impulsive, he felt reckless. Maybe the one true thing was how his instincts often guided him.
Allen would have believed himself to never do such a thing, because it was not polite, or gentleman enough. Because it was very hard to know if it would be welcomed.
But Allen could only guessed he felt reckless, that the urge got stronger. Part of him hoped it was something in how they acted that his heart understood, pushing him to act. Part of him whispered he just wanted to try, to know how it felt; a want that Noctis seemed to get from him.
And so, Allen found himself leaning close, half forgetting what they had been doing, to press his lips to Noctis’ ones, if in a casual kiss. It lasted only a few seconds, his lips closed but soft against the dark haired’s lips, and then he had pulled back.
It seemed Allen was hit with the realization of what he had done, silver eyes widening, body leaning back as if he expected to be pushed back, worried eyes glancing around-but luckily the others were too busy. His gaze returned on Noctis, then glanced down, mouth opening and closing with an explanation that didn’t seem to come.
Allen glanced back up again, visibly unsure, only able to watch Noctis’ reaction.