[What does he want? A question so simple shouldn't have his mind roiling, and yet it does, his gaze casting curiously over her features, down to the bed, to the space between them. With her lying on top of him he'd felt a little pressured to do more - not so much by her as by the implication of it - and with her shifting away, he wonders if it was something he'd failed to do. She looks so content, though, so he's probably just overthinking things as usual. It's not like he's ready for much else; he's not the sort to dive straight into the deep end like this, not like Gladio who could have a regular rotation of eager bedfellows if he so desired. He's not used to being the one with eyes on him. At least, not for this. Pyra doesn't want him for the crown, she wants...
...actually, he's not sure about that, either. But since she's asking him, his hand seeks out and finds hers again, fingers twining together. Lying like this, pausing to actually think again, he's realizing that he hasn't quite slept off the wine yet, and the headache is coming back. Next to her, basking in her warmth, the drowsiness of before is returning as well.]
...Stay for a while?
[The question is asked tentatively, like when he'd asked her not to leave him alone with the shadows of his future vision, frightened of his own mind. This time the request is different, however- asked not to comfort, but to enjoy. He wants her company, even if he doesn't need it.]
[ It's the absolute best thing he could ask of her. Not to leave, but to stay. Is it possible to be eager to do something so simple? Well, it must be, because she is willing to stay beside him. ]
Of course.
[ For as long as we're able.
There's no telling when either one of them might fall asleep and vanish to their worlds, or perhaps be brought to another. So many have left already, including-- Somnus.
....
And... Luna. Luna left. Luna, who Noctis loves.
"Stay for a while?"
She'll take these crumbs. Any and all offerings of what he's willing to share. His request to stay, him holding her hands, and if she's lucky, another embrace, perhaps another kiss. For all the moments she has here, she wishes to spend more of them with him, within reason. It's not a bother at all, either. When he asks for her to stay, it's a privilege as much as a request to which she's willing to provide. ]
[It's the right thing to say, it seems. No mere crumbs, but rather the whole plate, and that shines through with the shy and sleepy smile he gives her in return, tilting his head towards her and sinking down further against the mattress. His eyes close a bit reluctantly, though not before he tugs her hand up to his lips to kiss the back of it, as a gentleman might at a formal event. He should probably have started with that, admittedly; a proper courtship, behaviour befitting a prince. Not that he's ever been a typical royal, but still, this is... unusual, for him. Maybe his time back home really has changed him. Or here. Or her.
Too late now- and too late for regrets, besides, especially considering he'd enjoyed it quite a bit, actually. Instead of dwelling on it further he nestles closer to her, and after a few moments of quiet, murmurs her name once more as he starts to doze off. It won't take him long.]
[ Sleep is a wonderful thing. In this world, it can also be quite dreadful: those who eventually go seem to first go with sleep. She's witnessed it twice before, personally. Taken further, it's symbolic of mortality. There is no telling when any might fade from this world, but only knowing that they all, eventually, will.
Do mortals not fear falling sleep for this very same reason? That should they close their eyes, they do not know if they will wake? She, too, sleeps now. But for her, the fear is different: that when she opens her eyes, he'll remain asleep, and she'll never see his smile again.
For Noctis, his time here is especially precious, and as he settles into his sleep, she remains awake for minutes afterwards, looking at him, holding at him, relaxing against him. Eventually, she slumbers, her hold upon him loosening as the night takes her, all else forgotten. ]
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...actually, he's not sure about that, either. But since she's asking him, his hand seeks out and finds hers again, fingers twining together. Lying like this, pausing to actually think again, he's realizing that he hasn't quite slept off the wine yet, and the headache is coming back. Next to her, basking in her warmth, the drowsiness of before is returning as well.]
...Stay for a while?
[The question is asked tentatively, like when he'd asked her not to leave him alone with the shadows of his future vision, frightened of his own mind. This time the request is different, however- asked not to comfort, but to enjoy. He wants her company, even if he doesn't need it.]
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Of course.
[ For as long as we're able.
There's no telling when either one of them might fall asleep and vanish to their worlds, or perhaps be brought to another. So many have left already, including-- Somnus.
....
And... Luna. Luna left. Luna, who Noctis loves.
"Stay for a while?"
She'll take these crumbs. Any and all offerings of what he's willing to share. His request to stay, him holding her hands, and if she's lucky, another embrace, perhaps another kiss. For all the moments she has here, she wishes to spend more of them with him, within reason. It's not a bother at all, either. When he asks for her to stay, it's a privilege as much as a request to which she's willing to provide. ]
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Too late now- and too late for regrets, besides, especially considering he'd enjoyed it quite a bit, actually. Instead of dwelling on it further he nestles closer to her, and after a few moments of quiet, murmurs her name once more as he starts to doze off. It won't take him long.]
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Do mortals not fear falling sleep for this very same reason? That should they close their eyes, they do not know if they will wake? She, too, sleeps now. But for her, the fear is different: that when she opens her eyes, he'll remain asleep, and she'll never see his smile again.
For Noctis, his time here is especially precious, and as he settles into his sleep, she remains awake for minutes afterwards, looking at him, holding at him, relaxing against him. Eventually, she slumbers, her hold upon him loosening as the night takes her, all else forgotten. ]