[ Dawn breaks the night, ushering in the light of day that soon gives way to noon. Through this passage of time, Somnus sleeps.
Dressed in his tunic, he lies on his side with the covers haphazardly pushed down to the level of his waist. Breathing that is just labored enough to be audible up close accompanies the noticeable rise and fall of his chest. Stray strands of hair cling to the flushed skin of his slack face as he slumbers through his body's inflammatory response, oblivious to the sickness circulating within.
Ordinarily, he would rise with the dawn to begin his contribution to the city at once. Today, he shows no sign of rousing even now. His door stays closed, never opening for his departure. ]
[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?]
[ Inevitability had never struck her as so unpredictable as it did until now, where the culmination of what she feels for him had turned into a want to express that feeling for him... and he reciprocated, where in turn she did the same, and the rest had turned into a cascade, unstoppable as if it had been meant to be.
It's hands and heat, fingers through hair and nails gently raking over skin, the push and pull of each other, quiet gasps and sweat, silent pants swallowed by kisses, sensation and sounds that are only theirs that eventually will herald their togetherness. It's the energy, electrified and excited within her, that serves as a quickening and fluttering heart with whatever he does in return, hands, legs, him, him, his voice, his lips, all of him, over her, moving with her, then in her. Passion takes her quickly, but knowing that she is in the arms of someone she trusts, safe and secure and with someone who will not harm her, she gives in.
She's gentle despite this passion, mindful but swayed by these physical needs, to hold him, grasp him, whisper his name to his ear, to return each sensation he's giving her in return, sensual and loving. But that's not all. With a connection forged between them, he will feel all that she she is feeling, the appreciation, the adoration, the warmth, the fondness, the wonder she has for him. More: the want to respect him and to please him, to pleasure him, to be tender with him, to caress him, to tell him all of this; the want of hers to make his time here as peaceful as possible, as wonderful as possible, the want for him, the want to reassure him that he is valued, to give what she can back to him. He's incredible, he's overwhelming, he stays attuned to her, and she to him, just as their dance before; together, they are one.
For he's made her feel safe, he's made her feel wanted, he's accepted her, and if she were to allow herself to believe it since he has not spoken it, he's made her feel loved, beautiful, human. She wants to give all of this to him in return not because of some debt, but because, selfishly, she wants to. She wants to be the one to give him these things, she wants him to be happy. She wants to love him in all ways, every way, until they must part.
For now, they do not need to part. She does not want to part. They can have this, just for this moment.
Breathless she lies beneath him, chest rising and falling against his with her arms about his neck and the glow of her crystal dancing in his eyes. Her hand comes forward over his shoulder, moving to caress his cheek, saying nothing as she catches a breath she does not even need. She then moves those same fingers through his hair for the umpteenth time this evening, massaging through the longer, dark strands over his scalp. Â When she closes her eyes, she feels him over her, around her, with her. When she opens them, she knows it is no mere dream that he is all of these things and more.
Pyra smiles but doesn't speak, cheeks flushed, hair rumpled, body flush with his own, gazing at him, his eyes, his lips, then his eyes again. Â There's that profound tightness within her chest again, thrumming and strong enough that she mistakes it for an actual heartbeat; she swallows, knowing this feeling by now to identify it easily-- love. It's love. It's a love she shouldn't have, but have it, she does.
She kisses his lips, saying his name again before she parts to smile up at him. ]
[On the evening after Ardyn's visit, the front room is in a state of somewhat disarray; it's by no means a huge mess, but it is scattered between the kitchen and living room areas. On the table, two wine glasses have been abandoned alongside a plate of untouched tarts, a full kettle on the stove with mugs for tea left unmade, and no dinner either ready or in-progress, despite Noctis implying earlier through the comms that he'd have something done. There's a drained bottle of what was once wine on the coffee table, and on the couch-
-Noctis is curled up haphazardly on one side, one leg hanging off the edge and an arm wrapped tightly around the cushion he's clutching, one side of his face pressed against it in a way that's likely to leave a pattern. He's breathing steady but dead asleep, and Umbra is curled up next to him, head and a single paw resting on Noct's thigh. The dog wags his tail at Pyra as she arrives home, but neither move otherwise.]
[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-
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She smiles-- ]
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[ Well, okay, perhaps not so soon. Her plan had been to go to the Affurgato and ask a fiend for some specialty, quality ingredients so she could bake another cheesecake for him. Why? Because... well, it's about time he's been introduced to her other self, but to get there, it might involve something she's not sure he's ready for.
The cheesecake would be a gesture to show there's no harmed feelings, should he refuse. ]
[ This candy tastes like plastic, and its artificial sweetness does nothing to distract the chalky taste this tour guide's lecture leaves her. Welcome to Havenwell, blah blah blah, touch gives energy our barrier and gods, blah blah bullshit-- okay, yeah, she gets it. No way back yet, that sucks. Everyone that's flesh is from another world, don't go near the barrier, it's dangerous outside it. They've been brought here to save this one, it's a great and profound task. Okay.
There's someone else on this tour of the city with her, another otherworlder. Someone with obnoxiously styled black hair, and someone, like her, who's somehow been assigned to Rawna.
He'll receive a nudge at his arm from her elbow. ] Hey.
[ Atop one of the buildings near Rawna's temple, she finds him sitting near the edge and looking out at the cityscape. He'll hear her approach, for she's not being discrete or trying to startle him-- but her introduction comes with a gentle hand upon his shoulder, warm and tender, and accompanied by a squeeze. ]
Found you.
[ It's evening, and the projected sun cast upon the barrier is already beginning to turn the sky golden. ]
...Need some company?
[ The events of the previous month are fresh in her mind. She had met someone from her world, yet while that person had returned to Alrest, there is someone from Eos who has stayed. Ignis now lives with them, and she's already heard that Luna has returned.
He's been carrying himself as if he has something more weighted upon his mind. Perhaps... their presences, while well-received, had also marked an onset of bittersweetness for him. She can imagine why, too.
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Or, maybe just a little bit of why, because he is always one to not reveal much. Which is why she's willing to listen. ]
[ Ignis doesn't know how Noctis had gotten hurt in the first place, which is troubling him, he wasn't told much else. This place has been more or less safe, though a bit weird at times. The people that live here seem friendly enough.
He's on the couch, leaning forward a bit. He's already worried about Prompto's illness and the way how he'd found the blond out in the cold like that. Sleepwalking. He had been keeping an eye on his friend as best as he can without his eyesight. Now Noct's been hurt, how badly, he doesn't know. But it was enough to get him into bed right away. His worried factor went up by a lot.
Those two will be the death of him, he swears.
He can't sit still like this, so he gets up and moves to the kitchen, pulling out what he needs for the soup first. The desserts can wait for later. Soup for Prompto and the desserts for Noctis. Quietly, he gets what he needs out on the stovetop and putters around for the ingredients, which takes a little more time than he's used to, but he's gotten better in the kitchen regardless.
His ears pick up on someone moving around, Prompto's sick so he shouldn't be up and Noctis should be sleeping himself. ]
... Pyra? [ He calls over his shoulder, just the person that he wants to talk to. ]
[ With only some knowledge of what had been happening, Honerva had dropped by Noctis and Pyra and all else who called that house their home to visit with the ill Prompto for a bit.
Afterward, she'll seek Pyra, to see if she wants to go for a short walk. Not necessarily under the pretense of work, either; she knows how it can be a strain having those to look after in the household with little cause for a break. ]
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action; during the november event log
Dressed in his tunic, he lies on his side with the covers haphazardly pushed down to the level of his waist. Breathing that is just labored enough to be audible up close accompanies the noticeable rise and fall of his chest. Stray strands of hair cling to the flushed skin of his slack face as he slumbers through his body's inflammatory response, oblivious to the sickness circulating within.
Ordinarily, he would rise with the dawn to begin his contribution to the city at once. Today, he shows no sign of rousing even now. His door stays closed, never opening for his departure. ]
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text; about a week or so after That Thing Happened
hey question 4 u
give me ur thoughts on dragons
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text.
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around mid-month
Hey. Got some time to talk?
[It can't be called unfriendly, exactly, but he's not using the kind of tone he'd normally use with her. More neutral, serious.]
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text; whoops here i am again
[Ways to tell something's wrong: Noctis using full words and sentences in a text.]
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It's hands and heat, fingers through hair and nails gently raking over skin, the push and pull of each other, quiet gasps and sweat, silent pants swallowed by kisses, sensation and sounds that are only theirs that eventually will herald their togetherness. It's the energy, electrified and excited within her, that serves as a quickening and fluttering heart with whatever he does in return, hands, legs, him, him, his voice, his lips, all of him, over her, moving with her, then in her. Passion takes her quickly, but knowing that she is in the arms of someone she trusts, safe and secure and with someone who will not harm her, she gives in.
She's gentle despite this passion, mindful but swayed by these physical needs, to hold him, grasp him, whisper his name to his ear, to return each sensation he's giving her in return, sensual and loving. But that's not all. With a connection forged between them, he will feel all that she she is feeling, the appreciation, the adoration, the warmth, the fondness, the wonder she has for him. More: the want to respect him and to please him, to pleasure him, to be tender with him, to caress him, to tell him all of this; the want of hers to make his time here as peaceful as possible, as wonderful as possible, the want for him, the want to reassure him that he is valued, to give what she can back to him. He's incredible, he's overwhelming, he stays attuned to her, and she to him, just as their dance before; together, they are one.
For he's made her feel safe, he's made her feel wanted, he's accepted her, and if she were to allow herself to believe it since he has not spoken it, he's made her feel loved, beautiful, human. She wants to give all of this to him in return not because of some debt, but because, selfishly, she wants to. She wants to be the one to give him these things, she wants him to be happy. She wants to love him in all ways, every way, until they must part.
For now, they do not need to part. She does not want to part. They can have this, just for this moment.
Breathless she lies beneath him, chest rising and falling against his with her arms about his neck and the glow of her crystal dancing in his eyes. Her hand comes forward over his shoulder, moving to caress his cheek, saying nothing as she catches a breath she does not even need. She then moves those same fingers through his hair for the umpteenth time this evening, massaging through the longer, dark strands over his scalp. Â When she closes her eyes, she feels him over her, around her, with her. When she opens them, she knows it is no mere dream that he is all of these things and more.
Pyra smiles but doesn't speak, cheeks flushed, hair rumpled, body flush with his own, gazing at him, his eyes, his lips, then his eyes again. Â There's that profound tightness within her chest again, thrumming and strong enough that she mistakes it for an actual heartbeat; she swallows, knowing this feeling by now to identify it easily-- love. It's love. It's a love she shouldn't have, but have it, she does.
She kisses his lips, saying his name again before she parts to smile up at him. ]
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text; the night of the post-somnus talk
no pressure or anything but if u want to move here we've got space
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action; around 5/25
-Noctis is curled up haphazardly on one side, one leg hanging off the edge and an arm wrapped tightly around the cushion he's clutching, one side of his face pressed against it in a way that's likely to leave a pattern. He's breathing steady but dead asleep, and Umbra is curled up next to him, head and a single paw resting on Noct's thigh. The dog wags his tail at Pyra as she arrives home, but neither move otherwise.]
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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-
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Mmrgh?
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She smiles-- ]
Oh--....Noct!
[ --and although she smiles, there is a stiffness in her touch, as if she's nervous about something. ] You're just who I wanted to see.
[ Well, okay, perhaps not so soon. Her plan had been to go to the Affurgato and ask a fiend for some specialty, quality ingredients so she could bake another cheesecake for him. Why? Because... well, it's about time he's been introduced to her other self, but to get there, it might involve something she's not sure he's ready for.
The cheesecake would be a gesture to show there's no harmed feelings, should he refuse. ]
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For noctis [backdated to may event]
There's someone else on this tour of the city with her, another otherworlder. Someone with obnoxiously styled black hair, and someone, like her, who's somehow been assigned to Rawna.
He'll receive a nudge at his arm from her elbow. ] Hey.
I'm bailing. You with me?
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for noctis agaaaaain
Found you.
[ It's evening, and the projected sun cast upon the barrier is already beginning to turn the sky golden. ]
...Need some company?
[ The events of the previous month are fresh in her mind. She had met someone from her world, yet while that person had returned to Alrest, there is someone from Eos who has stayed. Ignis now lives with them, and she's already heard that Luna has returned.
He's been carrying himself as if he has something more weighted upon his mind. Perhaps... their presences, while well-received, had also marked an onset of bittersweetness for him. She can imagine why, too.
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Or, maybe just a little bit of why, because he is always one to not reveal much. Which is why she's willing to listen. ]
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Backdated to Dec. 30th!
He's on the couch, leaning forward a bit. He's already worried about Prompto's illness and the way how he'd found the blond out in the cold like that. Sleepwalking. He had been keeping an eye on his friend as best as he can without his eyesight. Now Noct's been hurt, how badly, he doesn't know. But it was enough to get him into bed right away. His worried factor went up by a lot.
Those two will be the death of him, he swears.
He can't sit still like this, so he gets up and moves to the kitchen, pulling out what he needs for the soup first. The desserts can wait for later. Soup for Prompto and the desserts for Noctis. Quietly, he gets what he needs out on the stovetop and putters around for the ingredients, which takes a little more time than he's used to, but he's gotten better in the kitchen regardless.
His ears pick up on someone moving around, Prompto's sick so he shouldn't be up and Noctis should be sleeping himself. ]
... Pyra? [ He calls over his shoulder, just the person that he wants to talk to. ]
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around the new year-post fetter incident
Afterward, she'll seek Pyra, to see if she wants to go for a short walk. Not necessarily under the pretense of work, either; she knows how it can be a strain having those to look after in the household with little cause for a break. ]
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