[ The thing is, Noctis has never had much of a problem being married to her -- he has always accepted that his life and his personal desires take a backseat to the crown and the kingdom he will one day inherit. There will be a queen for him, handpicked and chosen for the good of Lucis, and as far as matters of the heart go, he's always been reticent about it; you can't miss what you never had.
If he were to be honest, however, it's that things have been pretty much working out in his favor. Kitsuno is beautiful, kind, graceful and fascinating. Most importantly, she's interesting, and puts up with his prickly moods and awkwardness and actually shares his interests instead of simply tolerating them.
She's strong, too, a match for him when they spar, and it's a dance that he's appreciated in the months since their wedding. He takes to her easily, and often reminds himself to look out for her as well, to help to make sure that she's just as comfortable in this marriage. Theirs is a smooth partnership, and it helps, of course, that he's entirely smitten with her.
She's gorgeous, and he finds that he likes it when she lights up with laughter, when she's into the same games that he is. Tonight, she's especially stunning in her casual clothes; as gorgeous as she is in Lucian finery, he prefers her like this, uninhabited and genuine, unfettered by the trappings of royalty. Frankly, he hasn't been paying much attention to the game, his gaze caught on the curve of her smile, the way her hair catches the light. Without thinking, he reaches out to tuck a lock of hair behind her ear, calloused fingers brushing over the shell of her ear as he does. ]
No. I mean -- just.
[ He's pretty sure this is going to be awkward, if he were to ever admit to what he feels to her; which is stupid when she's his wife, but still. Things are complicated. Lamely, he continues: ]
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If he were to be honest, however, it's that things have been pretty much working out in his favor. Kitsuno is beautiful, kind, graceful and fascinating. Most importantly, she's interesting, and puts up with his prickly moods and awkwardness and actually shares his interests instead of simply tolerating them.
She's strong, too, a match for him when they spar, and it's a dance that he's appreciated in the months since their wedding. He takes to her easily, and often reminds himself to look out for her as well, to help to make sure that she's just as comfortable in this marriage. Theirs is a smooth partnership, and it helps, of course, that he's entirely smitten with her.
She's gorgeous, and he finds that he likes it when she lights up with laughter, when she's into the same games that he is. Tonight, she's especially stunning in her casual clothes; as gorgeous as she is in Lucian finery, he prefers her like this, uninhabited and genuine, unfettered by the trappings of royalty. Frankly, he hasn't been paying much attention to the game, his gaze caught on the curve of her smile, the way her hair catches the light. Without thinking, he reaches out to tuck a lock of hair behind her ear, calloused fingers brushing over the shell of her ear as he does. ]
No. I mean -- just.
[ He's pretty sure this is going to be awkward, if he were to ever admit to what he feels to her; which is stupid when she's his wife, but still. Things are complicated. Lamely, he continues: ]
You're very pretty.