[ It seems she's liking it, both the playful comment and the arm around her, drawing her close. Or maybe she's easily pleased. (Both, more likely.) ] By 'work' do you mean... cuddling more? Because I think it's already working.
[ She's definitely nuzzling up against him more, but also poking him playfully in the ribs. ]
[He squirms a little at the poking, though his true retaliation is to tug her closer, resting his chin on her hair as if to 'trap' her from two directions.]
I think we've become each others' weaknesses at this point. May as well resign ourselves to it.
[ She settles comfortably against him. ] In that case, I surrender. [ Oh no how awful, being trapped in his arms.
She’s definitely not complaining. In fact, her shoulders are shaking slightly with a giggle. She can’t exactly move to look up at him, so instead she rests the side of her face against his chest. ]
Mmm… This this prison could stand to be softer. Too muscular! [ …Still comfy though. ]
Mmmmm, that would involve getting up. [ She replies with a comfortable, soft drawl as if she's too comfortable for that. ] Besides, it's not bad when you make yourself cozy.
He's also very cozy, admittedly. He leans back, resting his hand on the ground just behind them so he can support them both, eyes flitting up towards the sky.]
Okay, but if we fall asleep you have to take at least half responsibility.
[ Leaning against him, her own gaze drifts to the quiet lake in front of them. ]
...It's peaceful here.
[ The stars on the barrier are shining this night, and the glass-like surface of the lake mirrors that, adding an occasional shimmer with wayward ripples upon the shore. Additionally, they're not so far from the city as to be in danger of any wild animals or beasts, but even if they were, she's certain they could handle it. Pyra stretches out her legs in front of her. ]
[The past month hadn't been too eventful, despite the usual weirdness. (Almost crashing the Regalia in a fit of teenage rebellion doesn't count.) Even so, it's a far cry from the quiet lull of a still lake at twilight, and the warm feeling of being on your own with the company of someone you love. Right now it feels perfect, and he doesn't even have the energy to worry about when the other shoe is going to drop.]
[ If she doesn't think about what's to come in either of their futures, or what else is still hanging over their heads, she doesn't have to think about how fragile peace is. She can simply enjoy the present as-is. While not chaotic in the traditional sense, the past month had been discouraging in its own way to her, what with temporarily losing her job, then losing her form, then... trying to figure out where she stands.
This peace is well-received. ]
A very nice change. [ She agrees, humbly, and closes her eyes for a few moments, managing to half-joke: ] It's almost too peaceful.
Yeah, same here. Sometimes even boredom is preferable.
[Not that boredom is usually the issue in town, but sometimes the quiet can be too much to handle. He hasn't missed the troubles she's been having lately, though; it's part of why he'd wanted to come out and do this. A bit of fun with magic... maybe it'd cheer her up. He knows she likes and misses using her fire, and this could be a great opportunity.
They linger like that for a while, making small talk or just cuddling quietly by the fire, listening to the crackle of its kindling or the occasional soft splash on the lake. Eventually, though, the fire dies down enough that they need to shift in order to refresh what they've got burning, and Noctis tilts to kiss her cheek, giving her shoulder a gentle nudge.]
[ Quiet, comfortable, but nowhere near being sleepy or exhausted, she feels as if she could lie against him forever... or at least, until their fire begins to grow dim. Which it starts to do, and Noctis speaks up. ]
How it's done...? [ She murmurs, repeating as if she could gleam what he means. Then she perks up. ]
Oh-- you mean... imbuing your fire magic into a potion?
Any kind of magic, technically. But yeah, I figured we'd work on fire.
[Seems to be the most fitting, considering her specialty. He needs to restore his elemental supply if he wants to make a few of them, and that's one way for them to work together on it.]
If you get the campfire back up again, I'll grab the flasks.
Alright. [ The excited sparkle in her eyes gives away that she's been looking forward to it. Quite possibly, she's been anticipating this for a long time. Him teaching her of his abilities and show them to her has always been something she's enjoyed, not so much as entertainment, but because it's just one more thing to be in awe of him. He has so many talents, and so much to share. She wants to learn of it all.
When they part, she nears the dying embers of their fire and tosses in a few more logs, after which she uses her own flames to reignite them. ]
[While she does that, he can't help watching out of his peripheral, sharing her smile as the fire burns more brightly thanks to the use of her power. He can't help loving her expression when she calls it out, especially when it's still somewhat secret despite his sharing his own with her. Finding excuses for her to use fire is kind of a hidden mission for him sometimes.
Thankfully his job isn't much work, at least for the set-up, so he can get away with the slack. He fetches the flask bag from their tent and returns to the fire, on his backside with knees apart so his legs can stretch out. He pulls a few out and lines them up beside him, making sure they're on a stable dent in the rocks so none roll away. When they're both ready, he looks back at her and points to the space he'd made between his legs.]
C'mere, cozy up. You might as well get the best view.
[Plus it's kind of an excuse to keep holding her, and... well, she's warm, and it feels nice for both of them.]
[ She doesn't need an excuse to hold him or be held, and she scoots back over to him, wedging herself where he's indicated and allowing her back to be pressed against his chest. It's similar to how they had been sitting before, only a little more intimate and... she likes this better, if she had to admit it. ]
There's so many flasks, [ She comments, counting them in her head. ] You can fill them all without effort?
It takes a little effort, [he smiles, amused. She always has such confidence in his abilities, far beyond his own knowledge or belief. Sometimes it's ego-stroking; other times it's heartwarming. Today it's mixed.
He's prepped a couple of ethers, just in case, though with her support he doubts they'll be needed. He wanted to ensure that he had the stamina to make a proper night of it.]
Most of it is the element itself- I usually run out of that and have to recharge before I get too many done. That might not be an issue with you here.
[ He might not see her expression, but he'll certainly be able to hear a small intake of breath as if she's about to ask more questions-- questions like, does he mean he literally stores fire in these flasks?!-- but then she refrains. She'll find out soon enough.
A hand goes to his thigh, patting it because it's the most accessible part of him. ]
Oh, you know me. I've got fire to spare. [ And because she can't help herself: ] It's because my love is always burning for you.
[He smirks, and the expression is audible in his voice as he responds.]
Nerd. [He kisses her cheek appreciatively, then lifts a hand and rests his elbow on his knees so that his arm is outstretched, palm up to demonstrate.] Okay, can you call some fire out? On your hand, like this. Just keep it burning, as long as you can.
[ She chuckles softly when he kisses her cheek, tipping her face against his lips.
Her hand outstretches in turn, and soon a steady flame appears, hovering just above the palm of her hand. It burns without fuel, and it gives off no smoke. ]
Flame: ready.
[ Even if her tone is light, she is absolutely focusing on what he's doing and what he will be doing next, watching his own hands for any sign of his magic. ]
[Perhaps a little too on the nose. And it might be his last (bad) joke for a bit; going forward he needs to concentrate on what he's doing, lest an elemental flask explode in their faces. Not a great look when they're both so close to the action, and he'd feel bad even if she can heal herself. Hell, he'd feel bad because he likes his face the way it is, thanks.
The outstretched hand tilts towards hers, and he focuses on the fire she's manifesting, the energy fueling it. He uses his own magic to pull, drawing the flames towards his fingers. It weaves around his hand, transitioning from tongues of fire to swirls of white and blue energy, infusing themselves into his skin and crawling up his forearm. It looks gentle, a slow absorption similar to how she shares her energy with him, and it might feel the same way, too, except the pull comes from his end this time.
He doesn't go for long, just a handful of seconds to let them both experience it, and when he stops the energy swirls one last time before fading away, drawn fully into his skin as if it was never there. He tilts a bit, looking at her.]
[ Her eyes widen as she begins to feel the pull of her flame away from her palm, and that's-- different. Very different, to have someone summoning the fire she manifests. When the flames begin to shape then bend towards him, drawing a little too close, she tenses slightly against his back, but understanding that he's done this before, doesn't snuff the fire out from her palm.
Her patience pays out, and the flames that he calls towards his fingers transform into the signature blue of his power, and then they are absorbed into his skin. ] ...Wow...
[ She still has fire in the palm of her hands, but it's his palm she's looking at, watching as the last flicker of his magic fades away upon his skin. ]
Just like that-- it doesn't burn you?
[ Oh right, he asked a question. ] Ah, I feel fine.
No, it doesn't burn. It's energy before it hits me- the same goes for lightning and ice, when I can find the elemental deposits for it. And as long as it doesn't hurt you, I guess this means we can make fire flasks any time we might need them.
[Which would admittedly be convenient, even if the actual need for fire and combat is limited in town. In some ways the reassurance is more meaningful than the spell itself.]
[ Disissing the fire in her palm it goes to cup over his hand that had siphoned the flames from her. When she had been expecting his palm to be warmed, it's not. The feel of his hand is his usual temperature.
She's definitely wide-eyed now. ] With an ability like that... you could negate any elemental damage coming at you.
Nah, I wish. [Again, her confidence is touching, but she's wrong, and it would be dangerous to claim otherwise.] It doesn't work fast enough to absorb all of it, especially if it's spread out like an attack. And it has to be, um... pure, in a sense? Usually I pull it directly from the earth, where the elements gather in a particular way. I wasn't even sure if it would work with your fire, but I had a hunch.
[Their powers had blended together so well in previous attempts, he couldn't help believing that this, too, would work. He's glad that was proven true.]
[ Her shoulders dip when he answers her, but she's not too disappointed to hear that that's not one of his additional powers. He's well strong enough already without something like elemental-negation at his command. ]
Well... Now you have a fire that isn't effected by rain. [ When released it can cause normal fires-- it's definitely bright and hot enough to do so-- but unlike a real fire Blade, it has no weakness to water. Because she's not truly a Blade in the first place. ] ...Is it... inside your armory, then?
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[ She's definitely nuzzling up against him more, but also poking him playfully in the ribs. ]
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I think we've become each others' weaknesses at this point. May as well resign ourselves to it.
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She’s definitely not complaining. In fact, her shoulders are shaking slightly with a giggle. She can’t exactly move to look up at him, so instead she rests the side of her face against his chest. ]
Mmm… This this prison could stand to be softer. Too muscular! [ …Still comfy though. ]
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Sounds like you're the one who needs an extra blanket. [For a pillow, maybe.]
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No, I think I'll stay right here.
[ Against his tits. ]
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hers are betterHe's also very cozy, admittedly. He leans back, resting his hand on the ground just behind them so he can support them both, eyes flitting up towards the sky.]
Okay, but if we fall asleep you have to take at least half responsibility.
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[ Leaning against him, her own gaze drifts to the quiet lake in front of them. ]
...It's peaceful here.
[ The stars on the barrier are shining this night, and the glass-like surface of the lake mirrors that, adding an occasional shimmer with wayward ripples upon the shore. Additionally, they're not so far from the city as to be in danger of any wild animals or beasts, but even if they were, she's certain they could handle it. Pyra stretches out her legs in front of her. ]
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[The past month hadn't been too eventful, despite the usual weirdness. (Almost crashing the Regalia in a fit of teenage rebellion doesn't count.) Even so, it's a far cry from the quiet lull of a still lake at twilight, and the warm feeling of being on your own with the company of someone you love. Right now it feels perfect, and he doesn't even have the energy to worry about when the other shoe is going to drop.]
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This peace is well-received. ]
A very nice change. [ She agrees, humbly, and closes her eyes for a few moments, managing to half-joke: ] It's almost too peaceful.
But I'll take it.
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[Not that boredom is usually the issue in town, but sometimes the quiet can be too much to handle. He hasn't missed the troubles she's been having lately, though; it's part of why he'd wanted to come out and do this. A bit of fun with magic... maybe it'd cheer her up. He knows she likes and misses using her fire, and this could be a great opportunity.
They linger like that for a while, making small talk or just cuddling quietly by the fire, listening to the crackle of its kindling or the occasional soft splash on the lake. Eventually, though, the fire dies down enough that they need to shift in order to refresh what they've got burning, and Noctis tilts to kiss her cheek, giving her shoulder a gentle nudge.]
So, you wanna see how it's done?
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How it's done...? [ She murmurs, repeating as if she could gleam what he means. Then she perks up. ]
Oh-- you mean... imbuing your fire magic into a potion?
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[Seems to be the most fitting, considering her specialty. He needs to restore his elemental supply if he wants to make a few of them, and that's one way for them to work together on it.]
If you get the campfire back up again, I'll grab the flasks.
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When they part, she nears the dying embers of their fire and tosses in a few more logs, after which she uses her own flames to reignite them. ]
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Thankfully his job isn't much work, at least for the set-up, so he can get away with the slack. He fetches the flask bag from their tent and returns to the fire, on his backside with knees apart so his legs can stretch out. He pulls a few out and lines them up beside him, making sure they're on a stable dent in the rocks so none roll away. When they're both ready, he looks back at her and points to the space he'd made between his legs.]
C'mere, cozy up. You might as well get the best view.
[Plus it's kind of an excuse to keep holding her, and... well, she's warm, and it feels nice for both of them.]
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There's so many flasks, [ She comments, counting them in her head. ] You can fill them all without effort?
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He's prepped a couple of ethers, just in case, though with her support he doubts they'll be needed. He wanted to ensure that he had the stamina to make a proper night of it.]
Most of it is the element itself- I usually run out of that and have to recharge before I get too many done. That might not be an issue with you here.
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A hand goes to his thigh, patting it because it's the most accessible part of him. ]
Oh, you know me. I've got fire to spare. [ And because she can't help herself: ] It's because my love is always burning for you.
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Nerd. [He kisses her cheek appreciatively, then lifts a hand and rests his elbow on his knees so that his arm is outstretched, palm up to demonstrate.] Okay, can you call some fire out? On your hand, like this. Just keep it burning, as long as you can.
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Her hand outstretches in turn, and soon a steady flame appears, hovering just above the palm of her hand. It burns without fuel, and it gives off no smoke. ]
Flame: ready.
[ Even if her tone is light, she is absolutely focusing on what he's doing and what he will be doing next, watching his own hands for any sign of his magic. ]
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[Perhaps a little too on the nose. And it might be his last (bad) joke for a bit; going forward he needs to concentrate on what he's doing, lest an elemental flask explode in their faces. Not a great look when they're both so close to the action, and he'd feel bad even if she can heal herself. Hell, he'd feel bad because he likes his face the way it is, thanks.
The outstretched hand tilts towards hers, and he focuses on the fire she's manifesting, the energy fueling it. He uses his own magic to pull, drawing the flames towards his fingers. It weaves around his hand, transitioning from tongues of fire to swirls of white and blue energy, infusing themselves into his skin and crawling up his forearm. It looks gentle, a slow absorption similar to how she shares her energy with him, and it might feel the same way, too, except the pull comes from his end this time.
He doesn't go for long, just a handful of seconds to let them both experience it, and when he stops the energy swirls one last time before fading away, drawn fully into his skin as if it was never there. He tilts a bit, looking at her.]
So? How's it feel?
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Her patience pays out, and the flames that he calls towards his fingers transform into the signature blue of his power, and then they are absorbed into his skin. ] ...Wow...
[ She still has fire in the palm of her hands, but it's his palm she's looking at, watching as the last flicker of his magic fades away upon his skin. ]
Just like that-- it doesn't burn you?
[ Oh right, he asked a question. ] Ah, I feel fine.
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No, it doesn't burn. It's energy before it hits me- the same goes for lightning and ice, when I can find the elemental deposits for it. And as long as it doesn't hurt you, I guess this means we can make fire flasks any time we might need them.
[Which would admittedly be convenient, even if the actual need for fire and combat is limited in town. In some ways the reassurance is more meaningful than the spell itself.]
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She's definitely wide-eyed now. ] With an ability like that... you could negate any elemental damage coming at you.
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[Their powers had blended together so well in previous attempts, he couldn't help believing that this, too, would work. He's glad that was proven true.]
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Well... Now you have a fire that isn't effected by rain. [ When released it can cause normal fires-- it's definitely bright and hot enough to do so-- but unlike a real fire Blade, it has no weakness to water. Because she's not truly a Blade in the first place. ] ...Is it... inside your armory, then?
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