[ She doesn't hesitate a second before giving her response, leaving him no time to suppose that she is formulating a favorable answer as to cheer him up. No. She...really means that, doesn't she? She pleads with him to believe her as she pulls him into a tight hug he quickly reciprocates, and —
And he feels the warm press of her lips against his cheeks, sending a shockwave through his entire system, a soft, vulnerable sound escapes his throat as the tears break free once more.
What she's asking him to do isn't easy. Ever since he was old enough to understand he's known he was different, known he wasn't a Lucian, and while he hasn't known the depths of his origins until recently, he believed that he had no place in Lucis, that being there, and being friends with someone like Noctis, was just too good to last. He didn't belong with such wonderful, talented people. His parents had been different, and he had never been good at making friends, too shy and afraid to speak up when he might've had the chance. Now he's shed so much of that, growing into himself as a part of the Crownsguard, finding his identity as they hit the road. This is one more piece of that puzzle, a necessary step if he is ever going to truly heal his own heart. There are others around him ready to help it happen. He just has to...let them do so.
And perhaps it won't be as hard as he thinks. It may be terrifying, but it certainly isn't hard to hold her, to press his face to her collar and sob, to let the poisonous murk in his soul out, breathing her in as his fingers wind tight in her clothing. She's so warm, and she smells so nice...he could stay here in her arms forever. ]
Okay. W-will you help me?
[ If she believe in him, maybe he can find the courage to do the same. ]
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And he feels the warm press of her lips against his cheeks, sending a shockwave through his entire system, a soft, vulnerable sound escapes his throat as the tears break free once more.
What she's asking him to do isn't easy. Ever since he was old enough to understand he's known he was different, known he wasn't a Lucian, and while he hasn't known the depths of his origins until recently, he believed that he had no place in Lucis, that being there, and being friends with someone like Noctis, was just too good to last. He didn't belong with such wonderful, talented people. His parents had been different, and he had never been good at making friends, too shy and afraid to speak up when he might've had the chance. Now he's shed so much of that, growing into himself as a part of the Crownsguard, finding his identity as they hit the road. This is one more piece of that puzzle, a necessary step if he is ever going to truly heal his own heart. There are others around him ready to help it happen. He just has to...let them do so.
And perhaps it won't be as hard as he thinks. It may be terrifying, but it certainly isn't hard to hold her, to press his face to her collar and sob, to let the poisonous murk in his soul out, breathing her in as his fingers wind tight in her clothing. She's so warm, and she smells so nice...he could stay here in her arms forever. ]
Okay. W-will you help me?
[ If she believe in him, maybe he can find the courage to do the same. ]