LET'S PLAY {open post}

[nascere]

[ open. texts, messages, rp prompts and starters. gen & nsfw. ]

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Noct, Noct. ( he soothes his hands over his back and up his hair, trying to be as reassuring as possible. he does feel acutely out of his depth, but - he'd do anything for noctis, the least of which is shooing away his fears and treasuring his emotions for the gift that they are.

he tugs him softly back, just so he can tap their foreheads together, matching blue eyes stuck fast on one another. ) What're you sorry for? You know I don't want anyone else, don't you?

( but the look he's met with is not the one of infallible belief and dedication that he expects. instead, it's the all too familiar look of self doubt and sadness, one that keith has seen written on his features before when he cooks a hot pocket in the microwave for too long and burns the edges. keith leans up and kisses his forehead, the soft, sweet pouty face, gently swaying them back and forth. )

Oh, Nocty. There's no one else. There's only ever been you, and there will only ever be you. ( he tugs him softly back, in the direction of the bed. ) I didn't ... I wasn't into it. I was only doing it because I thought you liked him. I'm sorry, I — I should've spoken up sooner.

[nascere]

[ noctis is tugging them both down onto the bed, wrapping his limbs possessively around keith as he soothes him -- he doesn't mean to be this emotional or clingy, promise; he doesn't mean to be this way. he's embarrassed, too, because keith is seeing a dismayed and upset noctis the likes of which he has rarely seen unless hot pockets are involved and this is unacceptable.

he's kissing him now, butterfly kisses over his cheeks, lips, humming quiet as his dismay is furthered. ]

Keith, baby, oh -- I don't want anyone else either, I only want you. I'm sorry. I love you, so much.

[ so, so very much. noctis shouldn't have gone and wrecked such a good thing, right? he's running his fingers through keith's longish hair, wanting to kiss every square inch of face he can reach as he finally relaxes just a little more. ]

No, no. You did what you thought was best. You wanted to do this for me -- you ridiculous boy.