[ Prompto's... blushing. Is it an awkward thing to ask? It's no secret that Noctis cares deeply, so deeply about him -- but they've never talked about how complicated feelings can be, how it blurs lines sometimes, even if Noctis has little intention of wrecking whatever he has with Prompto.
There are certain kinds of love that cannot be defined or boxed in one place or the other; what he shares with Prompto is definitely one of them. He isn't swept up in love with him the way he's discovered with Ignis, but he knows for sure that they're closer than best friends, an ambiguous, precious little thing that Noctis had been perfectly content to leave that way.
Noctis doesn't look away from him, meeting those blue, blue eyes. Is he shy? What's there to be shy about? Would Noctis be just as shy about this? Perhaps he would have been, perhaps he would never have asked it at all. But right now, Noctis assesses the situation with cold, impassive logic, the shadow of emotion flickering in his eyes, but never staying long enough to lend any semblance of warmth. ]
Will it be awkward for you? Is that why you're blushing?
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There are certain kinds of love that cannot be defined or boxed in one place or the other; what he shares with Prompto is definitely one of them. He isn't swept up in love with him the way he's discovered with Ignis, but he knows for sure that they're closer than best friends, an ambiguous, precious little thing that Noctis had been perfectly content to leave that way.
Noctis doesn't look away from him, meeting those blue, blue eyes. Is he shy? What's there to be shy about? Would Noctis be just as shy about this? Perhaps he would have been, perhaps he would never have asked it at all. But right now, Noctis assesses the situation with cold, impassive logic, the shadow of emotion flickering in his eyes, but never staying long enough to lend any semblance of warmth. ]
Will it be awkward for you? Is that why you're blushing?