#somxus

                                        Summer evening breeze to feather through blonde hair, stray strands may come in contact with his cheek as he awaits inside the car for his partner. Sunglasses on for the setting sun, arm resting on the side of the car, fingers tap   idly   on the steering wheel. A soft sigh, before a noise ‘pon steps to catch attention of aquamarine. Mouth open in awe, near   choking   on his breath, and hand that once rests on wheel slides the sun glasses down his nose. He told Noctis to dress up, but this ---   this   was something else. As he admires the male smiling to him, the blond attempts to play off his shock with a smile in return. 

        “   Well, don’t   you   look … good.   “      He says, watching the prince walk around the car to sit in the passenger side. He starts up the engine as he awaits his love to be seated and buckled in safe. Leaning over to share soft,   sweet   kisses. A lingering moment as they smile betwixt the space. “ Hope you’re   hungry   -- “ he says before he leans back into his seat, shifting into first gear and dropping the hand brake. 

        It was a decently long drive, scenery making the quiet between them peaceful. On straighter roads, the blond reaches for Noctis, placing his hand somewhere between his leg and inner thigh, thumb stroking at the clothed skin there. But the closer they came to the destination, the more   butterflies   within his stomach. Again, covering up this emotion with idle conversation, despite his stomach doing   somersaults. 

       And as they pull up, even the blond is impressed. He knew what he was paying for, but pictures and hearsay did   not   do it justice. The restaurant in Altissia, atop the city -- with a private view for two, had been something Prompto had never even dreamed of seeing for himself. A chauffeur would lead them to the terrace that the blond had reserved, and a personal waiter would offer to take their jackets. Despite the sun setting, and the air becoming cold, the rooftop was well heated, as   though   they were in doors. 

      ✧・ﾟ:*❄ From the moment she was informed neither Anna, who was sick, nor her mother, who was staying behind to care for the younger princess, would be going to Insomnia with the royal court, Elsa had felt a heavy feeling settle in the pit of her stomach. Adults, and their spaces, and their talks, were sooo boring, and without Anna it was going to be so much more worse than she had initially dreaded! Even now, as she stood next to her father, as introductions were droned on, she could feel time drag on and she wondered if the prince standing opposite her could feel it too?

      She knew she ought to soak in as much of what would be her future, but her young mind just couldn't make herself care right this moment, and as soon as the kings, their advisers and personal guards retreated in favor of a proper meeting room, and not King Regis' throne room, Elsa lingered anxiously.

      If Anna were here, they would have run off to find an empty room and fill it with secret snow, but now, she stood awkwardly, her hands bunched into the fabric of her skirt.

      ❝ Hi, ❞ She finger waved at the prince, her fingertips already icing over as she easily shared the most interesting thing about herself, ❝ I can make snow, wanna see? ❞ And despite her parents’ constant warnings against doing what she was about to, she twirled her hands around each other, packing them with a ball of snow, making it bigger and bigger until she was satisfied enough to toss it up, high above them, and watch as it spread out and flurried back down around them. ❝ Oh! But you have to keep it a secret- Even from your father, ok? ❞

                                  @somxus​​​​  ✮   𝙰 𝙳𝚁𝙸𝙽𝙺 ( 𝙲𝙾𝙽𝚃’𝙳 )

 【 * 𝙳𝚁𝙰𝙺𝙰𝙸𝙽𝙰 *  】    the  dragoon  listens  to  the  young  prince,  placing  her  gloved  fingers  onto  a  soft  chin  in  thought  ;  weight  shifting  from  one  horrifyingly  𝚅𝚄𝙻𝙲𝙰𝙽𝙸𝚉𝙴𝙳  heel  to  the  next.    she  turns  to  her  right  ——  silvery  bangs  covering  her  facial  expression  momentarily  as  the  brain  ticks  away  in  analysis.    wondering  how  she  can  tell  everything.    telling  is...so  personal.    speaking  things  aloud,  recounting,  documenting.    aranea  doesn’t  like  to  POUR  HERSELF.    there  are  too  high  of  stakes  involved  in  conversation  ;  each  word  a  piece  of  willingly-spouted  information,  a  move  in  a  game  of  chess.    however,  when  one’s  morals  come  into  question,  it  settles  on  the  path  of  least  resistance.    &  should  she  move  her  pieces,  she  must  get  something  out  of  it:  quid  pro  quo.

❝ i  know  a  good  place, ❞  her  lips  collapse  into  a  smallish  smirk.

 a  wrist  flick  after  she  turns  about  face  to  gesture  him  to  join  her  for  a  small  walk.    it  is  public  space,  neutral  grounds.    there  is  something  that  PLAGUES  the  mind,  halting  progression.    mid  movement,  she  pauses  &  shifts  her  gaze  in  noctis’  direction.    feeling  the  need  to  set  the  record  straight  before  going  any  further.

That wasn’t Coctura. 

That... That was Noctis that just said those words. 

Ah fuck. 

ESTELLE & NOCTIS

Hold me close Through the night Don't let me go, we'll be alright Touch my soul and hold it tight I've been waiting all my life I won't scar your young heart Just take my hand'Cause I was made for loving you

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