[After falling asleep the night before, Noctis enjoys an uninterrupted sleep for the first time in... probably quite a while, if he were to be honest with himself. It's not as if nightmares are a daily event, but it's rare that the night gives him much peace the whole way through, even in a world with no daemons to ambush him or invade his dreams, even with Carbuncle to chase away the dark. Today, though, he begins to stir some time in early morning, feeling surprisingly rested. Last night... he had a good dream, warm and sweet and beautiful, a blessing of soft, familiar hands and smiling lips, hair tickling his cheeks, fingers entwined. He tries to hold on to it, lest it slip away into oblivion. A very, very good dream, but there's no way it could have been real.
It feels later than it is. Usually he wakes late enough to feel the sunlight on his bed through the window, and there's a warmth beside him that feels like that, so he subconsciously shifts closer to it, rolling from his back to his side and reaching out to grasp at the sun-soaked comforter to draw it around himself-
-but his hand touches unfamiliar fabric and bare skin instead, making him pause before his fingers curl too tightly or pull. A faint, confused noise escapes his lips, half-muffled against the pillow.]
around 5/25, a continuation
It feels later than it is. Usually he wakes late enough to feel the sunlight on his bed through the window, and there's a warmth beside him that feels like that, so he subconsciously shifts closer to it, rolling from his back to his side and reaching out to grasp at the sun-soaked comforter to draw it around himself-
-but his hand touches unfamiliar fabric and bare skin instead, making him pause before his fingers curl too tightly or pull. A faint, confused noise escapes his lips, half-muffled against the pillow.]
Mmrgh?