[ She meets his eyes again, and he takes a moment just to appreciate them, to appreciate her, still a marvel, still beautiful, even after all this plague has taken from her. What he wouldn't give to see her smiling and laughing and full of life again...but he's thought that thought over so many times since this all began. It has made no difference so far.
But as they lie there, touching and seamless and infinite, he remembers it all, before Wyver, before she'd fallen ill, before the bomb. He remembers the first time they talked, and she'd chastised him for not making use of his time, but they'd found a simple kinship in what they shared of home. He remembers the fireside, her head on his shoulder. The lake, the sun, laughing so much it hurt. Their first days in Olympia, the first time he realized he'd started to fall for her. He remembers lying with her in the sun, how tenderly she'd held him on the roof when Noctis had disappeared, the moonlight upon her face. He remembers when he told him the worst of his past, only to have her tell him such wonderful words and kiss him for the very first time. He remembers every tender kiss, every warm touch, every time she ever made him feel like he was really worth something. Telling her how he loved her, only to hear those miraculous words said back to him, giving everything to her as she gave him everything and more. Waking up with her in his arms, whole and complete in a way he never expected he could be.
And every day since she got sick, as difficult as they have become, he's only grown to love her more. His heart is so full with it, even now, as her spirit seems to wander so close to somewhere beyond. Something as strong as this, a force that had mended him, bettered him, could not be easily broken by even death.
So after a moment, his head turning slightly to press a kiss to her palm, he answers. ]
When you wake up from this...cured, you'll let me kiss you, and hold you, and tell you how much I love you until I'm out of breath.
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But as they lie there, touching and seamless and infinite, he remembers it all, before Wyver, before she'd fallen ill, before the bomb. He remembers the first time they talked, and she'd chastised him for not making use of his time, but they'd found a simple kinship in what they shared of home. He remembers the fireside, her head on his shoulder. The lake, the sun, laughing so much it hurt. Their first days in Olympia, the first time he realized he'd started to fall for her. He remembers lying with her in the sun, how tenderly she'd held him on the roof when Noctis had disappeared, the moonlight upon her face. He remembers when he told him the worst of his past, only to have her tell him such wonderful words and kiss him for the very first time. He remembers every tender kiss, every warm touch, every time she ever made him feel like he was really worth something. Telling her how he loved her, only to hear those miraculous words said back to him, giving everything to her as she gave him everything and more. Waking up with her in his arms, whole and complete in a way he never expected he could be.
And every day since she got sick, as difficult as they have become, he's only grown to love her more. His heart is so full with it, even now, as her spirit seems to wander so close to somewhere beyond. Something as strong as this, a force that had mended him, bettered him, could not be easily broken by even death.
So after a moment, his head turning slightly to press a kiss to her palm, he answers. ]
When you wake up from this...cured, you'll let me kiss you, and hold you, and tell you how much I love you until I'm out of breath.
[ He holds her gaze, level, and raw. ]
Promise?