[ the sassy, smartass remarks die on his tongue when he uncovers keith's scars, bares him to his gaze. he can see it, a map of scars that he doesn't recognise and it makes his heart hurt. he was not here for this, or this, or this. noctis runs his fingers over his flesh, unable to keep the distress from knitting his brows.
his keith, hurt and bleeding -- his mind conjures all kinds of terrible scenarios, scenarios that he's survived alone, without him. more than anything noctis would've wanted to be by his side, a belated fear for keith's sake.
he's settling easily on keith's lap, fitting and slotting into him perfectly, his lips finding the ugly scar on his shoulder. he's kissing over it, nuzzles against it and tracing over the tissue, as if his affection could smear over the wound.
his gaze goes to his tattoo, making an unhappy little noise, fingers covering over the burn scar as he rubs against it. he can't help it, he hates it. he's scowling now, eyes darkening. he's fiercely protective, his other hand sliding over his cheek, pressing the white of his throat against keith's hungry lips.
he feels savage, fiercely protective -- he feels like he could fight anyone who tries to separate them both. ]
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[ the sassy, smartass remarks die on his tongue when he uncovers keith's scars, bares him to his gaze. he can see it, a map of scars that he doesn't recognise and it makes his heart hurt. he was not here for this, or this, or this. noctis runs his fingers over his flesh, unable to keep the distress from knitting his brows.
his keith, hurt and bleeding -- his mind conjures all kinds of terrible scenarios, scenarios that he's survived alone, without him. more than anything noctis would've wanted to be by his side, a belated fear for keith's sake.
he's settling easily on keith's lap, fitting and slotting into him perfectly, his lips finding the ugly scar on his shoulder. he's kissing over it, nuzzles against it and tracing over the tissue, as if his affection could smear over the wound.
his gaze goes to his tattoo, making an unhappy little noise, fingers covering over the burn scar as he rubs against it. he can't help it, he hates it. he's scowling now, eyes darkening. he's fiercely protective, his other hand sliding over his cheek, pressing the white of his throat against keith's hungry lips.
he feels savage, fiercely protective -- he feels like he could fight anyone who tries to separate them both. ]
Tell me you killed the ones who did this to you.
[ he growls. ] Gods, you have so many...