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[ These are the colors she has only preferred for the past five centuries, crystals aside. It doesn’t matter when it is a gift, however. ]
Black, red, white, gold. But whatever color you like, I will wear.
[ Time to put her in ugly-ass polka dots— ]
Black, red, white, gold. But whatever color you like, I will wear.
[ Time to put her in ugly-ass polka dots— ]
[Normally when it's time for training, Pyra is most likely the first to arrive and wait on Noctis; this time, he's already there when she reaches the outer grounds of Rawna's temple. He doesn't appear to be doing anything conducive to training yet; rather, he is sprawled out in the grass just off the path, in a little corner out of the way. His eyes are closed, hands folded neatly over his stomach, and he... might be asleep?]
[ Whether truly asleep or extremely tired and dozing, spotting him resting there brings a small smile to her lips. With his eyes closed, he will not be able to see the brief, fond look she gives him before approaching quietly. If he's this tired, she wonders if he might be up for one of their regular training sessions; that decision will be up to him, however.
When she comes near him, Pyra kneels beside him upon the grass, a hand going to his shoulder softly so as to not jostle him from his rest. She leans forward. ] Noct...?
[ ....
If he's actually awake, he'll hear the shutter of a camera going off: she's taken a picture of him resting. Cute! ]
When she comes near him, Pyra kneels beside him upon the grass, a hand going to his shoulder softly so as to not jostle him from his rest. She leans forward. ] Noct...?
[ ....
If he's actually awake, he'll hear the shutter of a camera going off: she's taken a picture of him resting. Cute! ]
[Her call earns her no reaction, but the camera noise does. He's travelled and lived with Prompto long enough to recognize an unsanctioned photo being taken of him. He doesn't open his eyes, speak, or move, though, except to briefly lift one finger in her direction. One minute.
Seems he's awake after all, but in the middle of something. Sort of. Hold that thought!]
Seems he's awake after all, but in the middle of something. Sort of. Hold that thought!]
[ It is one minute she will grant, seeing as they have ample time this afternoon.
Putting away her communicator, Pyra decides to join him lying on the ground, propriety be damned. The grass is soft and the sky above is clear. The weather being what it is, it's not cold, and it won't be with her own warmth around. Folding her own hands over her stomach, she moves close enough so that their shoulders remain in contact.
Unlike him, she does not feel the need to close her eyes. Instead, she waits patiently for him. ]
Putting away her communicator, Pyra decides to join him lying on the ground, propriety be damned. The grass is soft and the sky above is clear. The weather being what it is, it's not cold, and it won't be with her own warmth around. Folding her own hands over her stomach, she moves close enough so that their shoulders remain in contact.
Unlike him, she does not feel the need to close her eyes. Instead, she waits patiently for him. ]
[A minute is just an estimate, but it doesn't take too long before he finally relaxes his shoulders and opens his eyes, glancing over at her. He does look tired, but it's born of frustration more than any physical exhaustion. He does muster a little smile at her regardless.]
Hey. Ready for more?
Hey. Ready for more?
[ When she turns her head to look at him from where she rests, a strand of red falls over her cheek. She brushes it to the side as her gaze drops to his lips: a smile, but tired. She's familiar with that look, like a solider who remains battle-worn, or a diplomat who's poured his eyes over a treatise one too many times.
Would he be able to concentrate as he is now? ]
...Are you?
Would he be able to concentrate as he is now? ]
...Are you?
[ As if she typically enjoys using her power anyway-- she shakes her head. Boring? With him? Never.
But why the apologetic smile, why this tiredness? She thinks back to when she last saw him-- in the VR-- and then she realizes... she couldn't tell if he had been tired then because it had been virtual reality. Perhaps he was already, and she just didn't see it. ]
Well... I'm already lying on the grass with you. What are you thinking?
But why the apologetic smile, why this tiredness? She thinks back to when she last saw him-- in the VR-- and then she realizes... she couldn't tell if he had been tired then because it had been virtual reality. Perhaps he was already, and she just didn't see it. ]
Well... I'm already lying on the grass with you. What are you thinking?
[Noctis is quiet for a long moment, lips pursed. For all the thinking about this that he's been doing lately, he has yet to fully come up with a decent way of explaining himself or asking for what he's after. Should probably have written it down.]
Remember that thing we did the first time? Like some kind of trance... we were like that for most of the night, but it didn't feel like that long. It went pretty deep, and it was intense, but... it woke something up, didn't it? My magic felt different after.
[And it's true that he'd felt supercharged by it, and leaning on her power since then has helped him get much better at warping while holding on to another person, but it hadn't progressed any further than that. Like a champagne bottle that's been all shaken up, but with the cork stuck on the last inch; when she's powering him, he feels like he's about to burst, but the door's not yet open. It's the same door that's always been closed.]
I was wondering if we could do something like that, but... in a different direction, I guess?
Remember that thing we did the first time? Like some kind of trance... we were like that for most of the night, but it didn't feel like that long. It went pretty deep, and it was intense, but... it woke something up, didn't it? My magic felt different after.
[And it's true that he'd felt supercharged by it, and leaning on her power since then has helped him get much better at warping while holding on to another person, but it hadn't progressed any further than that. Like a champagne bottle that's been all shaken up, but with the cork stuck on the last inch; when she's powering him, he feels like he's about to burst, but the door's not yet open. It's the same door that's always been closed.]
I was wondering if we could do something like that, but... in a different direction, I guess?
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