Letter after letter.
Pictures exchanged at a distance, guarded by derisive world leaders at war -- Luna for so long was a friend at an unreachable distance. Now, standing before her, Noctis could only wonder if this were real.
His lips parted, words evading every attempt to speak, but he smiled. Within his chest he felt a joyous rattle that threatened eruption purely at the sight of her; purely at the sight of someone dear he’d missed for years. And finally, oh so quietly, he said, “hey.” His chin tucked down in a rush of shy energy, yet his eager desire to speak surmounted until he dropped his gaze to the floor and took in a long, soft inhale.
His nerves threatened to obliterate the teetering social skills he possessed.
“It’s...been a while.”
@oracullua
