( his expression is unimaginably, impossibly soft. relieved, too, in some part of his brain - noctis remembered him, came to meet him, probably ran all the way here because he had so much faith that keith would be in here waiting for him. it's been two years and he looks exactly the same, as handsome as the day is long, dressed in his regal attire and with his eyes telling stories of earlier exhaustion, sleepless nights and bad dreams, every terrible thought that crossed him mind about keith's safety thrown promptly out the window now that he's here, now that they're both here, together again.
keith has been waiting for this moment since he kissed him goodbye two years ago. back then, he thought it was going to be a month, too. he would've lingered longer, if he knew the truth - would've kissed him more, would've said something other than jokingly telling noctis not to cry while he left. it's been ages, but he had the curves of noctis' features memorized from countless times in the past. memories of him kept keith alive more often than not, kept him safe and not as foolishly reckless as he might've otherwise been if he didn't have someone waiting for him at home.
now he's here, and he just gawks at noctis a little. exactly the same as he remembers him, but keith is older now - more war bred, more tired. an exhausted, but happy smile curves up on his lips, and he doesn't answer the question, just surges forward and wraps his arms around noctis' middle, nose pressed hard into the curve of his neck.
( he is definitely taller. before he just barely reached noctis' eyes, and now he has to hunch in order to reach him, squeezing him tightly to keith's chest. ) )
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keith has been waiting for this moment since he kissed him goodbye two years ago. back then, he thought it was going to be a month, too. he would've lingered longer, if he knew the truth - would've kissed him more, would've said something other than jokingly telling noctis not to cry while he left. it's been ages, but he had the curves of noctis' features memorized from countless times in the past. memories of him kept keith alive more often than not, kept him safe and not as foolishly reckless as he might've otherwise been if he didn't have someone waiting for him at home.
now he's here, and he just gawks at noctis a little. exactly the same as he remembers him, but keith is older now - more war bred, more tired. an exhausted, but happy smile curves up on his lips, and he doesn't answer the question, just surges forward and wraps his arms around noctis' middle, nose pressed hard into the curve of his neck.
( he is definitely taller. before he just barely reached noctis' eyes, and now he has to hunch in order to reach him, squeezing him tightly to keith's chest. ) )
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