[ Noctis meets her halfway, taking hold of her hand and tightening his grip on it -- not to hurt, but to remind himself that she's here, that she wants the same things he does, that she's alive and well and she wants to be by his side not out of duty but out of the same desire to be with him. There are a whole world of words he wants to say, his heart so full he fears it might burst with all the feeling that he can't put into words.
She names her wishes, simple ones, profound ones, putting into words what he couldn't say, and he pulls her into his arms, holding her tight. This is what he's wanted, what he's reached for time and time again only to have her slip out of his grasp. No more, now that she's solid and real, her yearning echoing within his heart.
I want to be with you, he wants to say. He wants to grant her all her wishes and to make her happy, he wants for them to be normal, to have something that's long been taken away from them, bereft of simple pleasures and set on their paths that had led to so much pain. Luna, who never had her chance, and Noctis, who had been too late.
Now, they have a chance to be together, to experience what it's like, and he buries his face in his hair, too far gone to be anxious about whether he's pushing it too far too quickly -- he's wanted this for as long as he can remember, to hold her in his arms, to keep her close. Luna. No more what-ifs, no more letters; and the bittersweetness of it all almost chokes him. ]
I want that, too. I'm sorry I couldn't tell you that before. That I -- [ How does he even begin to put it into words? ] I want you. By my side. I want to make you happy, not as a king but -- you know. [ He takes a breath, shaking his head. ] As someone you can love.
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She names her wishes, simple ones, profound ones, putting into words what he couldn't say, and he pulls her into his arms, holding her tight. This is what he's wanted, what he's reached for time and time again only to have her slip out of his grasp. No more, now that she's solid and real, her yearning echoing within his heart.
I want to be with you, he wants to say. He wants to grant her all her wishes and to make her happy, he wants for them to be normal, to have something that's long been taken away from them, bereft of simple pleasures and set on their paths that had led to so much pain. Luna, who never had her chance, and Noctis, who had been too late.
Now, they have a chance to be together, to experience what it's like, and he buries his face in his hair, too far gone to be anxious about whether he's pushing it too far too quickly -- he's wanted this for as long as he can remember, to hold her in his arms, to keep her close. Luna. No more what-ifs, no more letters; and the bittersweetness of it all almost chokes him. ]
I want that, too. I'm sorry I couldn't tell you that before. That I -- [ How does he even begin to put it into words? ] I want you. By my side. I want to make you happy, not as a king but -- you know. [ He takes a breath, shaking his head. ] As someone you can love.
[ As someone who can love you. ]