Now, Nyx isn't stupid. Living here means he has had numerous individuals who saw him out of uniform and decided to try their hand at gaining his attentions.
Look, he's human, okay? And constant war doesn't exactly lend itself to a steady relationship with lots of hugs. Some of the Glaive slept with each other, which solves a problem, but most of them generally keep it outside the proverbial family. Less complicated.
His only excuse for missing it this long is that he'd been so concerned for Prompto's well-being and damn the man is subtle. Usually being drunk makes that more blatant. Usually when one is drunk they're also not having painful heart to hearts either.
But it's hard to ignore in close proximity. Prompto's face flushes warm enough that Nyx can feel it where they're touching. His freckles almost seem to multiply against his skin, and there's a particular coeurl-in-headlights look to his eyes that makes Nyx hyperaware of when he sneaks a glance at his lips.
Recognition dawns in the widening of his own eyes, a slight parting of his lips in surprise. The touch to his knee makes the muscles in his leg twitch, and Prompto's voice was a bare whisper that Nyx felt on his skin.
Oh.
He gently pulls back so that he's not so close that his eyes want to cross in order to focus on Prompto's face.]
Sounds like a plan.
[He's not whispering in return, unwilling to make this more intimate. Maybe if Prompto hadn't been drinking, hadn't been through an extensive emotional roller coaster. It would have been interesting to find out just how brave Prompto could have been. But...not now. Nyx would have been taking advantage and then he'd have to have Crowe kill him to salvage his soul.
He tightens his grip a little on the back of Prompto's neck, a grounding touch to remind him of the here and now, and a reassurance that Nyx isn't going anywhere.]
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Oh.
Now, Nyx isn't stupid. Living here means he has had numerous individuals who saw him out of uniform and decided to try their hand at gaining his attentions.
Look, he's human, okay? And constant war doesn't exactly lend itself to a steady relationship with lots of hugs. Some of the Glaive slept with each other, which solves a problem, but most of them generally keep it outside the proverbial family. Less complicated.
His only excuse for missing it this long is that he'd been so concerned for Prompto's well-being and damn the man is subtle. Usually being drunk makes that more blatant. Usually when one is drunk they're also not having painful heart to hearts either.
But it's hard to ignore in close proximity. Prompto's face flushes warm enough that Nyx can feel it where they're touching. His freckles almost seem to multiply against his skin, and there's a particular coeurl-in-headlights look to his eyes that makes Nyx hyperaware of when he sneaks a glance at his lips.
Recognition dawns in the widening of his own eyes, a slight parting of his lips in surprise. The touch to his knee makes the muscles in his leg twitch, and Prompto's voice was a bare whisper that Nyx felt on his skin.
Oh.
He gently pulls back so that he's not so close that his eyes want to cross in order to focus on Prompto's face.]
Sounds like a plan.
[He's not whispering in return, unwilling to make this more intimate. Maybe if Prompto hadn't been drinking, hadn't been through an extensive emotional roller coaster. It would have been interesting to find out just how brave Prompto could have been. But...not now. Nyx would have been taking advantage and then he'd have to have Crowe kill him to salvage his soul.
He tightens his grip a little on the back of Prompto's neck, a grounding touch to remind him of the here and now, and a reassurance that Nyx isn't going anywhere.]
You good to keep going now?