[ He's watchful as he gauges her reaction, ready for her to let him down easy if it's not really her sort of thing, and it'd be fine if it's not. Not everyone's into gifts, and while Prompto was always so eager to shower her in affection in whatever form possible, he doesn't want to smother her or make her uncomfortable, no matter how much he might adore her.
He's waiting for the finale verdict, but it doesn't come with words - as it often does with her, it comes in action. It comes in her form drawing close to him and curling against him, in her arms around his shoulders as his come up around her back. It's clear, then, what her verdict is before she even utters a word, and for all his apprehension in giving her the locket, he shouldn't be surprised that she likes it. He'll get over that someday, that he can do things right in this relationship without messing up the first attempt, and her warmth floods his every corner in rolling, enveloping ways.
Shutting his weary eyes, he nestles against the crook of her neck and just holds her. What he wouldn't give to kiss her, but for now, to hold her, just to hold her and to know that she loves him is enough. ]
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He's waiting for the finale verdict, but it doesn't come with words - as it often does with her, it comes in action. It comes in her form drawing close to him and curling against him, in her arms around his shoulders as his come up around her back. It's clear, then, what her verdict is before she even utters a word, and for all his apprehension in giving her the locket, he shouldn't be surprised that she likes it. He'll get over that someday, that he can do things right in this relationship without messing up the first attempt, and her warmth floods his every corner in rolling, enveloping ways.
Shutting his weary eyes, he nestles against the crook of her neck and just holds her. What he wouldn't give to kiss her, but for now, to hold her, just to hold her and to know that she loves him is enough. ]