@somxus ♚
Summer evening breeze to feather through blonde hair, stray strands may come in contact with his cheek as he awaits inside the car for his partner. Sunglasses on for the setting sun, arm resting on the side of the car, fingers tap idly on the steering wheel. A soft sigh, before a noise ‘pon steps to catch attention of aquamarine. Mouth open in awe, near choking on his breath, and hand that once rests on wheel slides the sun glasses down his nose. He told Noctis to dress up, but this --- this was something else. As he admires the male smiling to him, the blond attempts to play off his shock with a smile in return.
“ Well, don’t you look … good. “ He says, watching the prince walk around the car to sit in the passenger side. He starts up the engine as he awaits his love to be seated and buckled in safe. Leaning over to share soft, sweet kisses. A lingering moment as they smile betwixt the space. “ Hope you’re hungry -- “ he says before he leans back into his seat, shifting into first gear and dropping the hand brake.
It was a decently long drive, scenery making the quiet between them peaceful. On straighter roads, the blond reaches for Noctis, placing his hand somewhere between his leg and inner thigh, thumb stroking at the clothed skin there. But the closer they came to the destination, the more butterflies within his stomach. Again, covering up this emotion with idle conversation, despite his stomach doing somersaults.
And as they pull up, even the blond is impressed. He knew what he was paying for, but pictures and hearsay did not do it justice. The restaurant in Altissia, atop the city -- with a private view for two, had been something Prompto had never even dreamed of seeing for himself. A chauffeur would lead them to the terrace that the blond had reserved, and a personal waiter would offer to take their jackets. Despite the sun setting, and the air becoming cold, the rooftop was well heated, as though they were in doors.
The gentleman he is, he pulls out a chair for the other, allowing him to be seated first. “ Your highness. “ he teases as his hand gestures to the seat. Taking the opposite side for himself, shuffling a bit as he feels Noctis’ eyes burning into him, eventually looking up and smiling content. Reaching for his hand, resting his own on top of the royal’s, a finger or two moving with soft sentiment. “ Happy Birthday, Noct. “
