[He hums softly, the sound agreeable and thoughtful at the same time. He's tried to be mindful of wording like that, recognizing certain implications- her being what she is, who she is, and how people have sought to possess her before, he'd wondered if it was weird to think that way. It's not as if he thinks of her as a possession, far from it. She's not something to own.
Still, there's... a certain thrill to hear it, and he can understand why people like the turn of phrase. I'm yours. The thought of belonging, of her being connected to him and him alone this way, just as he is to her. He likes that. Loves it, actually. And so-]
I'm yours, [he echoes quietly, resting his head against hers. Just as much a promise to her, calm and content in the truth of it.]
[ And like this, she's content to drift into sleep alongside him, wondering not about the future or other versions of him that there might be, but of the present and the only Noctis she's known and grown to love. She's his. He's hers. Not as objects to each other, but belonging, a sense of home, comfort, safety, and care, all of which she also wishes to protect within the time they have together. ]
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Still, there's... a certain thrill to hear it, and he can understand why people like the turn of phrase. I'm yours. The thought of belonging, of her being connected to him and him alone this way, just as he is to her. He likes that. Loves it, actually. And so-]
I'm yours, [he echoes quietly, resting his head against hers. Just as much a promise to her, calm and content in the truth of it.]
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