[ She's still alive and breathing, and they can start from there. He's always half-convinced that this is a dream, that she'll slip from his fingers like silver smoke -- but the suns in the sky is scorching hot and her words are too genuine for him to dream them up.
Luna is saying what she really, truly feels, beholden to no god or prophecy; she's telling him what she means to say, and maybe they have a long way to go to figure things out, but this, this feels right. He can feel her, soft and gentle, tucked against the crook of his neck and shoulder, pressing tight. She wants to be here with him, and Noctis' own heart races.
Second chances, he won't let that slip from his fingers. He won't let Luna go. ]
Yeah? [ It's one thing to say something like that, but it's another for her to reciprocate, and he pulls back enough to look into her face, cautiously pleased but feeling a flicker of distressed when he sees her tear-filled eyes. ] Are you -- are you sad?
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Luna is saying what she really, truly feels, beholden to no god or prophecy; she's telling him what she means to say, and maybe they have a long way to go to figure things out, but this, this feels right. He can feel her, soft and gentle, tucked against the crook of his neck and shoulder, pressing tight. She wants to be here with him, and Noctis' own heart races.
Second chances, he won't let that slip from his fingers. He won't let Luna go. ]
Yeah? [ It's one thing to say something like that, but it's another for her to reciprocate, and he pulls back enough to look into her face, cautiously pleased but feeling a flicker of distressed when he sees her tear-filled eyes. ] Are you -- are you sad?