[It'd been hard not to hold his breath as she questioned his meaning, not sure what to say, but when she offers an answer - an affirmative, even! - he relaxes at once, arms winding around her to return the embrace, his chin coming to rest comfortably on her shoulder. "Absolutely yes", she'd said. So certain of herself, with barely a moment's pause between. Had she been hoping for this, waiting for him to say it? Was she surprised, and delighted enough to agree immediately? Either option is just fine with him. He'd worried a little when her first response had left so much up to him; he wants her to do what she wants, too, or it's only pure selfishness on his end. There's no denying how happy she'd looked, though, and how firmly she holds him now.
He's so out of his league here, but... he can learn. And it's a good feeling, not the so-over-whelmed-he's-drowning sort. He might still have doubts for a while, but this puts the worst of them to rest.]
Hey, I'm the one who said it. It'd be pretty pathetic of me to back out now.
[It's more than alright. He feels full, flushed, overwhelmed near to bursting. Despite her caution, how closed off she could be even if she's kind about it- she'd shared so much of herself with him already that the idea of sharing this too is just amazing.]
[ And he's not one to back down, is he? Not with such courage and bravery. Although jokes aside, she hopes that he doesn't think her so much as a challenge, much less a relationship with her like a mountain to climb...
For her, just knowing that they are together is uplifting. If she's able to give just a fraction of what he gives her in return-- no, if she could give it all back to him, then... perhaps he'll finally accept how truly dazzling he is.
Her hand falls down his neck, stroking upward against the longer strands upon the back of his head. ] Then... [ Her exhale, soft through her nose, is satisfied and sincere as the blush still decorating her cheeks. Pressed to him like this, it's cozy, cuddly, and warm. She's enjoying every moment of it, both his presence and the feel of him against her. ]
[He closes his eyes briefly, leaning into her touch with a contented noise; her touch is as warm as ever, and the soft stroking feels lovely. Her words aren't lost on him either. In this, the only hurdle to overcome is his own issues, nothing he can blame on her. And for what it's worth, she's doing a fine job of reassuring him every step of the way so far. He just hopes he doesn't come to rely on her for too much without balancing things, doing the same for her. That had been part of where he'd failed with Luna back home, chasing her shadow for weeks while she did so much for his sake, and him doing nothing in return. The situation is different, here - and Pyra is not Luna, nor would he wish her to be - but he'll try not to let himself forget.
Though, speaking of her - all of her - before he forgets...]
Is, um. Is Mythra okay with this, too?
[The nature of their connection is still unclear, but linked as they are, he doesn't want to make things unfair for her... "other".]
[ For a moment she only looks at him soft surprise. That he asked about her at all just shows not only how much he's come to learn of her, but that he's caring enough to even ask. It's... sweet, that he does. He's thoughtful, and that's another quality of his that she's come to admire. ]
Can you keep a secret? [ Her lips curl upward. ] Don't tell her I said this, but... [ Playful, light, and teasing, her tone gives away that Mythra already knows what's happening-- and that, perhaps, she's flustered somewhere within her. ] ...She wants to kiss you too.
[His brows lift at that. She does, huh... that just raises even more questions. But it's fine, he'll accept answers in a drip-feed if that's how it's going to be. Still means he can lean in a bit and comment on it-]
You can tell her... she'd better say hello properly first. I don't know if I can just go around kissing strangers.
[He's not Gladio, geez. Although the mystery of it all makes it kind of alluring.]
[ Soon, she thinks to herself. They should meet soon. Because if not soon, then it's possible they might never meet.
...What a proud thought, as if Mythra or Pyra are worthy of being held in his heart. But here he is, wanting to meet her too. Never could she have imagined something like this.
Oh, but it's not fair when he leans in, she just wants to kiss him further. ] Then... I hope you don't mind me in the meantime.
[It's not a refusal, still, but it's also very clearly not now. He wonders what the process might be- where does one meet someone's other self? Is it something Pyra controls, or something that requires specific timing? Will Pyra change, or is it all internal? Mysteries on mysteries, but not something he's going to find out today.]
I'll let you figure out whether I mind or not.
[Hey, turns out he kind of likes being this close to her too; he's the one to give in to the temptation and close the gap between them, pressing his lips softly on hers once more. No, he doesn't mind at all, and his curiosity can wait a bit longer.]
[ And she kisses him again, taking his lips with hers, letting herself indulge in the taste of him again. This kiss is a little more intimate, a little more languid in the way her lips move across and against his, her legs tying with his, her hand stroking down to his shoulder...
But she pulls away before she becomes too caught up.
She knows how she feels. She knows where she stands. With profound gratefulness and humility, she says this: ] ...You've made this morning beautiful, Noct. [ --Just by being here. He needn't even have kissed her, but he had, and he had smiled. ]
I... can kiss you again. [ She offers, pauses, then smiles shyly. ] Or I can make you breakfast.
[Oh, both are so very tempting, especially with how she's twining around him, pressed so close, his exhaled breath still tasting her exquisite sweetness. It's a little unfair on the latter part, with how she'd phrased that, but his stomach is going to be growling pretty soon, considering he skipped dinner the night before. Breakfast should probably definitely happen.]
I still owe you clean dishes. How about we head up together, and then we don't have to choose?
[They can totally kiss while taking care of breakfast, right? That's not at all distracting.]
However, Prompto's living with him. Perhaps he's already up early for his morning run. But on the off chance he's not, they might find him in the kitchen and he might see them walking out of his room together. While she's certain that Noctis isn't the type to keep something like a relationship a secret from his best friend, it might be too sudden.
Additionally, more surprising to her is-- ] But are you sure you wouldn't want to sleep in further?
[ She'd have thought he'd want to spend the morning remaining tucked in bed instead. Yet another surprise. ]
Yeah, you might never hear me say this again, but: I think I've slept enough for one night.
[He slept the whole evening after drinking with Ardyn and all night, and it was a really solid rest, besides. He's had plenty. Actually, between the two sleeps his position had been a little awkward, so if he doesn't get up and do his daily stretches he's really going to regret it later. With some reluctance he leans away from her and pushes himself into a sitting position, stretching his arms up above his head. Gods, he slept in yesterday's clothes, too. He's lucky that she smells so good (and apparently rubbed off on him or something), else his old-clothes odour would be stinking up the place.]
[ Reassured, she rises a moment after, raising her own arms in a stretch along with him. With an exhale she lowers her arms to her lap, craning her neck to look at him.
Even with rumpled clothes and bedhead-- not helped in part by how she had her fingers through his hair-- she can't help but admire him. If he needs to freshen up on his own, it hasn't even occurred to her. ]
Pancakes or waffles?
[ If there's nothing else to add, she'll make her way towards the kitchen. ]
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He's so out of his league here, but... he can learn. And it's a good feeling, not the so-over-whelmed-he's-drowning sort. He might still have doubts for a while, but this puts the worst of them to rest.]
Hey, I'm the one who said it. It'd be pretty pathetic of me to back out now.
[It's more than alright. He feels full, flushed, overwhelmed near to bursting. Despite her caution, how closed off she could be even if she's kind about it- she'd shared so much of herself with him already that the idea of sharing this too is just amazing.]
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For her, just knowing that they are together is uplifting. If she's able to give just a fraction of what he gives her in return-- no, if she could give it all back to him, then... perhaps he'll finally accept how truly dazzling he is.
Her hand falls down his neck, stroking upward against the longer strands upon the back of his head. ] Then... [ Her exhale, soft through her nose, is satisfied and sincere as the blush still decorating her cheeks. Pressed to him like this, it's cozy, cuddly, and warm. She's enjoying every moment of it, both his presence and the feel of him against her. ]
This means you... have me, Noct. All of me.
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Though, speaking of her - all of her - before he forgets...]
Is, um. Is Mythra okay with this, too?
[The nature of their connection is still unclear, but linked as they are, he doesn't want to make things unfair for her... "other".]
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Can you keep a secret? [ Her lips curl upward. ] Don't tell her I said this, but... [ Playful, light, and teasing, her tone gives away that Mythra already knows what's happening-- and that, perhaps, she's flustered somewhere within her. ] ...She wants to kiss you too.
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You can tell her... she'd better say hello properly first. I don't know if I can just go around kissing strangers.
[He's not Gladio, geez. Although the mystery of it all makes it kind of alluring.]
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...What a proud thought, as if Mythra or Pyra are worthy of being held in his heart. But here he is, wanting to meet her too. Never could she have imagined something like this.
Oh, but it's not fair when he leans in, she just wants to kiss him further. ] Then... I hope you don't mind me in the meantime.
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I'll let you figure out whether I mind or not.
[Hey, turns out he kind of likes being this close to her too; he's the one to give in to the temptation and close the gap between them, pressing his lips softly on hers once more. No, he doesn't mind at all, and his curiosity can wait a bit longer.]
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But she pulls away before she becomes too caught up.
She knows how she feels. She knows where she stands. With profound gratefulness and humility, she says this: ] ...You've made this morning beautiful, Noct. [ --Just by being here. He needn't even have kissed her, but he had, and he had smiled. ]
I... can kiss you again. [ She offers, pauses, then smiles shyly. ] Or I can make you breakfast.
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I still owe you clean dishes. How about we head up together, and then we don't have to choose?
[They can totally kiss while taking care of breakfast, right? That's not at all distracting.]
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However, Prompto's living with him. Perhaps he's already up early for his morning run. But on the off chance he's not, they might find him in the kitchen and he might see them walking out of his room together. While she's certain that Noctis isn't the type to keep something like a relationship a secret from his best friend, it might be too sudden.
Additionally, more surprising to her is-- ] But are you sure you wouldn't want to sleep in further?
[ She'd have thought he'd want to spend the morning remaining tucked in bed instead. Yet another surprise. ]
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[He slept the whole evening after drinking with Ardyn and all night, and it was a really solid rest, besides. He's had plenty. Actually, between the two sleeps his position had been a little awkward, so if he doesn't get up and do his daily stretches he's really going to regret it later. With some reluctance he leans away from her and pushes himself into a sitting position, stretching his arms up above his head. Gods, he slept in yesterday's clothes, too. He's lucky that she smells so good (and apparently rubbed off on him or something), else his old-clothes odour would be stinking up the place.]
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Even with rumpled clothes and bedhead-- not helped in part by how she had her fingers through his hair-- she can't help but admire him. If he needs to freshen up on his own, it hasn't even occurred to her. ]
Pancakes or waffles?
[ If there's nothing else to add, she'll make her way towards the kitchen. ]