[ she can understand it. the fear, the worry that someone close to you is in danger. she'd felt it when her grandfather left, when bahamut ha descended upon the realm. she'd felt it when the castrum was attacked, bombarded while her brother was still inside, and she had been so very sure that she was about to lose him too.
so that worry in prompto's voice, in his eyes - she recognizes it readily, and will not dismiss it. even if she tried to she wouldn't be successful, there can be no soothing that uncertainty away. so instead she simply holds him, and smiles when his kisses move against her wrist. ]
Of course.
[ eyes closed, she nuzzles her nose against his, slow and soft. ]
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so that worry in prompto's voice, in his eyes - she recognizes it readily, and will not dismiss it. even if she tried to she wouldn't be successful, there can be no soothing that uncertainty away. so instead she simply holds him, and smiles when his kisses move against her wrist. ]
Of course.
[ eyes closed, she nuzzles her nose against his, slow and soft. ]
I will be careful.