The sun's light lays gently across his cheek, pulling newborn stars to his skin's surface. It is a BLANKET, & Noct's shoulder is his pillow, providing comfort despite the stiffness in Prompto's spine. He yawns. " You gonna catch somethin, or what? "
soft prompto || @suntek
noctis isn’t going to be the one to tell him that prompto’s leaning against his arm does ( – partially ) hinder his ability to cast the line, nor is he openly willing to admit that, just maybe, he doesn’t mind. fingers idly tap against the rod – & greyish eyes flicker toward his side ; linger on prompto’s visage, albeit fleetingly. noctis steadily draws the line in ( knowing full-well nothing has bitten ) & feigns somewhat of an exasperated sigh.
his gaze wavers across lake’s surface, appreciating how the sun casts a warm, glimmering blanket atop clear water. having another leant against his shoulder is still somewhat unfamiliar, but alas – more welcome than he’d expected. comforting, even. noctis eases, then ; slumps a little. “ nah. nothing’s bitin’. ” he lies. well … that particular line hadn’t caught anything. not entirely a lie, right ? all the same – he’s comfortable.
