( long missions are rarer and rarer these days with the addition of kids in their life, but they do still happen — the universe might be saved, but it'll never be a peaceful place. keith holds onto his marmora ties tightly, offering himself to missions when they come, when he can. usually they're a couple of days long, but this one is supposed to have lasted for two weeks or so.
it's a week in when keith's horrible, disgusting, painful homesickness becomes too much to bear. he misses noctis and their children, and he tells his mother sorry, but i need to go back.
which is how he finds himself stepping into their kingly quarters at some late hour of night, tiptoeing into their bedroom without making a sound. noctis is there sleeping peacfully, gratefully devoid of children in their bed who keith spared small kisses on their sleeping foreheads before stepping his way in here. he's hasn't even taken his marmora suit off, plastered onto him like a second skin, long braid dangling over his shoulder as he crawls into bed, arms framing around his king while he bends to press a soft kiss on his forehead. )
Nocty, ( he hums, cooing softly to wake him up. ) Nocty, I'm home. Wake up, baby.
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it's a week in when keith's horrible, disgusting, painful homesickness becomes too much to bear. he misses noctis and their children, and he tells his mother sorry, but i need to go back.
which is how he finds himself stepping into their kingly quarters at some late hour of night, tiptoeing into their bedroom without making a sound. noctis is there sleeping peacfully, gratefully devoid of children in their bed who keith spared small kisses on their sleeping foreheads before stepping his way in here. he's hasn't even taken his marmora suit off, plastered onto him like a second skin, long braid dangling over his shoulder as he crawls into bed, arms framing around his king while he bends to press a soft kiss on his forehead. )
Nocty, ( he hums, cooing softly to wake him up. ) Nocty, I'm home. Wake up, baby.