Ravus makes a soft noise as Preompto's hand tips his chin from his shoulder. It's curious and placid, his expression one of contentment despite the thumping of his heart. He regards the blond's gentle gaze with the same soft pleasure, and doesn't seem altogether startled by the fact Prompto kisses him. He returns the warm press with the same leisurely affection.
His real hand follows his spine up to gingerly cradle the nap of Prompto's neck as he draws back just enough to meet those bright eyes. There's a dusting of pink across his cheeks that he can't attribute to their training.
Prompto can feel the sparks that fly right as their lips meet. He basks in the way Ravus presses back, and so softly cradles his neck in his hand. Oh. He likes it. The look in his eyes, the blush on his cheeks, so telling they destroy any doubts in the skittish blond's mind before they can even crop up.
Prompto's own heart starts thundering off to the races, his own cheeks going a deep shade. What an old fashioned way to say it, too. Fancy him... Like a knight from a fairy tale, to a princess.
"Y...Yeah, it does." He offers a slightly lovestruck little grin. "I can do it again if you need to double check."
Like his words, the rest of him tells that same honest story of his heart. While he hasn't fully adapted to physical affection, learning it comes quickly enough that he's comfortable stealing another kiss. It's quick, just the teasing press of his mouth for a moment, before he trails another down to Prompto's jaw instead. Along the line of soft, freckled skin to his heated cheeks, to press another, chaste and sweet.
"I don't find myself in doubt. I suspect you do not either." Though his voice is even, finding sureness a little easier this time, he still glances off. The shyness is harder to fight than acceptance. "But I'm not opposed to more of this. More of you." While he speaks, his tail curls around to lay against the small of Prompto's back, and his fingers squeeze gently along his nape. A touch softer, that shyness winning out again, he mumbles, "more of us."
Ravus beats Prompto at his own playful game, and it utterly dazzles the boy. His eyes slide shut, lips settling into a peaceful smile whilst his companion starts at his lips and travels to kiss along his jaw. Like he's savoring Prompto. What a rush that is for one so uncertain of his worth and looks at all times.
"No... I, I don't feel any doubts at all. Even as a guy who, heh, has a whole lot of those a lotta the time." How cute Ravus is, blushing and getting flustered. 'Cute' is about the last word Prompto ever thought he would use to describe the sharp, knightly man...But what else can he call such a shy and heartfelt display? Us, he says, more of us, while his tail curls around the boy's waist. It truly is as though Ravus were torn out of a romantic poem of old, saying such things. It steals Prompto's breath away just as much as the kisses. He wants more of them too, he realizes. So much more than he ever could have imagined before this moment.
Without even thinking about it, Prompto's own tail lifts in response to the Ravus', copper twining around that beautiful deep blue. The gesture feels somehow even more intimate than the whole bathing together thing- at least it does in some deeper, instinctive part of his brain. It feels right. So right. There is a pleased humming sound within his thoughts- Sjerit, voicing her approval.
"How can I, after this? No way. Even if- Even if I still feel some kinda way about myself. I don't doubt how you make me feel." Prompto gestures down at himself with a sidelong tilt of his head.
Prompto's tail curls around his own, and Ravus feels his ridiculous heart kick up to a rabbit-quick pace. The gesture should feel alien, and yet it's like he's known the feeling his whole life, and what it means. A mundane, but loving intimacy. Like holding hands, or curling up together. It leaves him warm and flushed, happily so. The peace that settles over him with worked muscles, the rush of clean water, and Prompto's heat against his skin is pleasantly addicting already.
“You needn't have such doubts,” Ravus assures him, settling a hand on the boy's back again. Just like before, he rubs the still developing wings as he speaks. “Ever. But full glad am I to know I can ease them, even temporarily. However, and whenever, you need me, I am here to remind you of that.”
Leaning in, he kisses amidst the golden crown of Prompto's hair, and rumbles low and deep.
“You must promise me to remember that. Should you ever worry, you will come to me, and I will be your courage, your assurance, once again.” It would make him beyond happy to be that for Prompto. To be strong in his eyes, to have such noble use. A purpose to be proud of, and in turn, earn him the blond's affections properly.
This is no mere comfort that Ravus offers to the insecure Prompto with those words. No, it is deeply intimate, conviction on a level that shakes him to his very core. This man would move heaven itself to be Prompto's rock, and chase off his misgivings. To keep his heart in his hands, safe and happy. He has faith in Prompto that lifts the boy's own to stand just a little taller. Ravus sees so much in him- it was clear from the moment he took the boy under his at the time proverbial wing.
Prompto is beyond moved. Feels worth so very, very much at that moment. He is so, very full of love. The love Ravus gives forward brings it to overflowing.
It is enough to bring happy tears to his eyes. Prompto doesn't even fully realize it, and rumbles back a sound caught between a growl and a pleased coo at the deep sound Ravus makes. The tears at the corners of those brilliant and slitted blue eyes roll down his cheeks, somehow highlighting his touched and gentle smile all the more. No ache of those growing wings could get in the way of his soaring heart.
"I promise. I want you by my side, too, Big Man. But you gotta promise me something in exchange, okay? That no matter what, you'll let me show you some of what Niflheim took away. I...I want to experience the world with you. Help you see all the good there you missed. I wanna make you happy. I know a lot of us do."
Ravus doesn't expect what he offers to be returned in any way. There's no deal here to sell and no agreement to seal. What he gives, he gives willingly. His own happiness derived from what he provides, and not what he receives. He asks nothing of Prompto, save the reminder that he's here to be his strength. Yet the blond offers something back in turn without prompt. Something stolen a hundred times over from Ravus, until he'd ceased to guard it altogether.
There's a long quiet that Ravus holds between them, like the promise troubles him. In some aspects, it does. He doesn't wish for charity or pity, he doesn't wish to be dragged about just for the sake of it. The time he's spent with people now, he's learning that he enjoys when they want him there. It makes the impossible, daunting task of trying to relearn social grace easier. Seeing their lives, having the chance to be a part of them... It's not something he's sure he always deserves. Yet if it makes Prompto happy, then Ravus can't deny him either.
“Only if that is truly your desire. I cannot tell you how to feel, but I won't be pitied. If you seek me, I will be there. If you ask me, I will stay at your side. But do so with desire, and not a bleeding heart. Then I can promise you.”
Prompto's expression falters- prone to worry as he is, the long pause leaves him to wonder just what is going through Ravus' head. Did he say something wrong? He also knows, luckily, that it won't take long to find out. Not with the kind of honest man he is.
Ah. Pity. That sort of thing doesn't suit a knight, does it? The blond shakes his head gently, copper tail giving the blue one it is twined around a reassuring squeeze. "Y'know, people have told me that I think with my heart too much sometimes, but I don't feel it bleeding specifically right now," he gazes up to meet Ravus' eyes, a small, shockingly shy smile on his usually loudly expressive face. "Nah, pretty sure it just is really happy. Happy that you want to be with a dork like me, for one. It's grateful as well, y'know. That when you saw my secret-" He taps the leather wrap around his right wrist with a claw- "-you didn't pity me. Just...Understood. In a way no one else ever did or probably ever could understand. I felt seen, and maybe like I could see you, too. I see something, and it feels familiar. That's why- That's why I want you to promise, and why I want you to see more of the good things in life. Not because I feel bad for you, but because it would make me happy to show you new things and be there at every step. Because you deserve it. Pity would be offensive to a guy like you. You and me, we're alike. We both want people we love to be happy, and would do anything in the world for it. It works like fuel, right?"
He never did forget that vulnerable moment, and how Ravus treated him after the accidental reveal of his origins. He never stopped appreciating it, or wondering just why he felt seen through. When the feelings started to blossom to a point where Prompto could no longer deny them, it all began to make more sense.
"If you wanna be with someone like me out of your want for it, then believe me- I feel the same to you."
Ravus doesn't know what answer he wants, only that he needs it to be an honest thing he can believe in. Whatever it is, he'll accept it. In the same way he has simply accepted what Prompto is, and how similar it makes them.
So it shouldn't surprise him that Prompto is looking for that same genuine desire, and not the pitiful sympathy one might pass to a beaten dog. He should have known, really.
There's a light sound from Ravus, just the amused exhale of someone letting go of the breath they hadn't realized they'd been holding onto. The silver leans in, and presses his forehead to Prompto's. His hands cradle the blond's face with a measured gentleness, always so mindful of his strength, always so mindful of his wicked claws.
"Then you have my most solemn vow, dear Prompto. I will let you shine your light in my world, and gladly look to its kind glow."
Ravus is not the first to compare Prompto to the bright warmth of the sun; yet the way he describes letting that light in to his world steals the blond's breath right away. His eyes scrunch closed as foreheads touch and clawed hands cradle freckled cheeks. Prompto smiles, beams, shines that light directly to the man before him, right to his heart.
"Wow. That means we're...We're boyfriends then, right? I could just kiss you I'm so hyped!"
So he does. This kiss is long, lingering, lazy and slow, in stark contrast to the boy who is always on the move. This is a way for Prompto to savor this precious moment- the two of them, baring all to one another and accepting it with love, tails twined and bodies embracing close.
"A vow...Just like a knight!!! I give you one right back- I vow to stick by you. Through thick and thin. To look to you as my heart, and my inspiration to keep myself goin'."
The copper tail coiled around the much thicker blue one squeezes and wiggles, a gesture both gentle and pleased that gives away Prompto's happiness just as much as that radiant smile does.
"Sheeeesh! That's never gonna get old, kissing you. But uhm...What..." Prompto's brow knits "what do you want to do? Where do you want to take all this...?"
If it's with Ravus, Prompto is pretty sure he would be happy with anything.
Ravus is about to give him verbal permission if he dares hesitate after speaking so wistfully. He has, after all, promised to be Prompto's courage. Thankfully, there's no need, and he's left gently savoring the blond's mouth against his own.
When they draw apart, Ravus takes the time to kiss across his cheeks. Charting across his freckles like a map of tiny stars. Contentment shines in his mismatched eyes, and he gives a brief nod. Boyfriends, yes, he supposes they are.
As to the question, Ravus isn't exactly experienced enough to have a proper answer. What he can do is offer his willingness to see anything and everything through, though.
“Wherever it takes us, I will be content. But, if my limited knowledge can be trusted, I think a date would be a good early stepping stone, no?”
Prompto cannot help but beam joyously at the kisses along his cheeks, basking in the attention that he adores so much. It hits a special way, especially for someone who thinks so little of himself so often. It sends his heart beating, makes all the love wrap around him with warmth. Ravus loves so genuinely, without hesitation, and there is nothing Prompto could possibly do to anxiety himself out of it. He is vulnerable here, baring everything...and feeling safe. That in and of itself is dearly special.
"Mmmm, a date? Yeah...Sounds fun to me! Just what can we do around here...No arcades to game at or anythin'." Prompto hums, his tail twitching along with the thoughtful sound, though it remains twined with Ravus'. "Oh!"
What is more intimate than sharing a hobby or a passion? Not much, in Prompto's humblest of opinions.
"What if I show you how to do some leatherworking!? You seem to like plants a lot, we could make dye and work on tooling for a little. Been picking it up here and there to keep myself from going stir-crazy without tech to play with. I feel like you probably didn't get much time to do that sort of thing before- now we both have plenty of it. Together."
Ravus tilts his head one way, and then the other. He thinks Prompto means he’s never had time for hobbies by that sentiment. And he’d be mostly right. Even as a child, his interests had typically been practical or what most would consider too boring to really be hobbies. Training and reading, occasionally learning flashy knife tricks to irresponsibly show off to his younger sister. Nothing that inspired much creativity.
“I should warn you, I am not what one might call an artist.” Ravus looks a touch sheepish admitting it, worried it could very well disappoint someone that clearly has creative outlets. “But I should have no issue creating whatever dyes you might like to have. The abundance of flora and berries in this area with incredible pigmentation is extraordinary. It’s a bit like Tenebrae’s wild forests.”
...Oh. Prompto thinks Ravus is really pretty cute when he tilts his head like that...Like a big dog. A wolf, maybe.
Lucky for Ravus, Prompto happens to love to teach, especially when it has to do with his hobbies or creativity. To share his own passion with a loved one really is an integral part of his love language.
"Hey, everyone can make something! They just need the chance and a lil' push. That's where I come in right?! I love to teach. Dyes are a perfect idea- we can look at some plants together! Plus I can show you how to tool designs...!" He gets visibly excited now, eyes shimmering. He plants a kiss square on Ravus' forehead. "Where do you wanna meet?"
Ravus makes a soft sound when he's kissed on the forehead. Not of complaint, but a sort of mildly confused noise - he's not used to this sort of open affection. He blinks, and then offers a tiny smile in turn.
"My cabin, I suppose. It would be easiest to press the dye without having to move the plants. Many of them are rather delicate." He's still not so sure about making anything, but it can't hurt to try. Especially not if it would please Prompto so much, and the boy does seem utterly delighted by the idea.
"But we're ahead of ourselves. We should dry and dress ourselves first. Lest your grand plans run away from you before you've even put pants on."
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His real hand follows his spine up to gingerly cradle the nap of Prompto's neck as he draws back just enough to meet those bright eyes. There's a dusting of pink across his cheeks that he can't attribute to their training.
"Do I take this to mean you fancy me?"
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Prompto's own heart starts thundering off to the races, his own cheeks going a deep shade. What an old fashioned way to say it, too. Fancy him... Like a knight from a fairy tale, to a princess.
"Y...Yeah, it does." He offers a slightly lovestruck little grin. "I can do it again if you need to double check."
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"I don't find myself in doubt. I suspect you do not either." Though his voice is even, finding sureness a little easier this time, he still glances off. The shyness is harder to fight than acceptance. "But I'm not opposed to more of this. More of you." While he speaks, his tail curls around to lay against the small of Prompto's back, and his fingers squeeze gently along his nape. A touch softer, that shyness winning out again, he mumbles, "more of us."
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"No... I, I don't feel any doubts at all. Even as a guy who, heh, has a whole lot of those a lotta the time." How cute Ravus is, blushing and getting flustered. 'Cute' is about the last word Prompto ever thought he would use to describe the sharp, knightly man...But what else can he call such a shy and heartfelt display? Us, he says, more of us, while his tail curls around the boy's waist. It truly is as though Ravus were torn out of a romantic poem of old, saying such things. It steals Prompto's breath away just as much as the kisses. He wants more of them too, he realizes. So much more than he ever could have imagined before this moment.
Without even thinking about it, Prompto's own tail lifts in response to the Ravus', copper twining around that beautiful deep blue. The gesture feels somehow even more intimate than the whole bathing together thing- at least it does in some deeper, instinctive part of his brain. It feels right. So right. There is a pleased humming sound within his thoughts- Sjerit, voicing her approval.
"How can I, after this? No way. Even if- Even if I still feel some kinda way about myself. I don't doubt how you make me feel." Prompto gestures down at himself with a sidelong tilt of his head.
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“You needn't have such doubts,” Ravus assures him, settling a hand on the boy's back again. Just like before, he rubs the still developing wings as he speaks. “Ever. But full glad am I to know I can ease them, even temporarily. However, and whenever, you need me, I am here to remind you of that.”
Leaning in, he kisses amidst the golden crown of Prompto's hair, and rumbles low and deep.
“You must promise me to remember that. Should you ever worry, you will come to me, and I will be your courage, your assurance, once again.” It would make him beyond happy to be that for Prompto. To be strong in his eyes, to have such noble use. A purpose to be proud of, and in turn, earn him the blond's affections properly.
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Prompto is beyond moved. Feels worth so very, very much at that moment. He is so, very full of love. The love Ravus gives forward brings it to overflowing.
It is enough to bring happy tears to his eyes. Prompto doesn't even fully realize it, and rumbles back a sound caught between a growl and a pleased coo at the deep sound Ravus makes. The tears at the corners of those brilliant and slitted blue eyes roll down his cheeks, somehow highlighting his touched and gentle smile all the more. No ache of those growing wings could get in the way of his soaring heart.
"I promise. I want you by my side, too, Big Man. But you gotta promise me something in exchange, okay? That no matter what, you'll let me show you some of what Niflheim took away. I...I want to experience the world with you. Help you see all the good there you missed. I wanna make you happy. I know a lot of us do."
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There's a long quiet that Ravus holds between them, like the promise troubles him. In some aspects, it does. He doesn't wish for charity or pity, he doesn't wish to be dragged about just for the sake of it. The time he's spent with people now, he's learning that he enjoys when they want him there. It makes the impossible, daunting task of trying to relearn social grace easier. Seeing their lives, having the chance to be a part of them... It's not something he's sure he always deserves. Yet if it makes Prompto happy, then Ravus can't deny him either.
“Only if that is truly your desire. I cannot tell you how to feel, but I won't be pitied. If you seek me, I will be there. If you ask me, I will stay at your side. But do so with desire, and not a bleeding heart. Then I can promise you.”
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Ah. Pity. That sort of thing doesn't suit a knight, does it? The blond shakes his head gently, copper tail giving the blue one it is twined around a reassuring squeeze. "Y'know, people have told me that I think with my heart too much sometimes, but I don't feel it bleeding specifically right now," he gazes up to meet Ravus' eyes, a small, shockingly shy smile on his usually loudly expressive face. "Nah, pretty sure it just is really happy. Happy that you want to be with a dork like me, for one. It's grateful as well, y'know. That when you saw my secret-" He taps the leather wrap around his right wrist with a claw- "-you didn't pity me. Just...Understood. In a way no one else ever did or probably ever could understand. I felt seen, and maybe like I could see you, too. I see something, and it feels familiar. That's why- That's why I want you to promise, and why I want you to see more of the good things in life. Not because I feel bad for you, but because it would make me happy to show you new things and be there at every step. Because you deserve it. Pity would be offensive to a guy like you. You and me, we're alike. We both want people we love to be happy, and would do anything in the world for it. It works like fuel, right?"
He never did forget that vulnerable moment, and how Ravus treated him after the accidental reveal of his origins. He never stopped appreciating it, or wondering just why he felt seen through. When the feelings started to blossom to a point where Prompto could no longer deny them, it all began to make more sense.
"If you wanna be with someone like me out of your want for it, then believe me- I feel the same to you."
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So it shouldn't surprise him that Prompto is looking for that same genuine desire, and not the pitiful sympathy one might pass to a beaten dog. He should have known, really.
There's a light sound from Ravus, just the amused exhale of someone letting go of the breath they hadn't realized they'd been holding onto. The silver leans in, and presses his forehead to Prompto's. His hands cradle the blond's face with a measured gentleness, always so mindful of his strength, always so mindful of his wicked claws.
"Then you have my most solemn vow, dear Prompto. I will let you shine your light in my world, and gladly look to its kind glow."
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"Wow. That means we're...We're boyfriends then, right? I could just kiss you I'm so hyped!"
So he does. This kiss is long, lingering, lazy and slow, in stark contrast to the boy who is always on the move. This is a way for Prompto to savor this precious moment- the two of them, baring all to one another and accepting it with love, tails twined and bodies embracing close.
"A vow...Just like a knight!!! I give you one right back- I vow to stick by you. Through thick and thin. To look to you as my heart, and my inspiration to keep myself goin'."
The copper tail coiled around the much thicker blue one squeezes and wiggles, a gesture both gentle and pleased that gives away Prompto's happiness just as much as that radiant smile does.
"Sheeeesh! That's never gonna get old, kissing you. But uhm...What..." Prompto's brow knits "what do you want to do? Where do you want to take all this...?"
If it's with Ravus, Prompto is pretty sure he would be happy with anything.
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When they draw apart, Ravus takes the time to kiss across his cheeks. Charting across his freckles like a map of tiny stars. Contentment shines in his mismatched eyes, and he gives a brief nod. Boyfriends, yes, he supposes they are.
As to the question, Ravus isn't exactly experienced enough to have a proper answer. What he can do is offer his willingness to see anything and everything through, though.
“Wherever it takes us, I will be content. But, if my limited knowledge can be trusted, I think a date would be a good early stepping stone, no?”
Leatherwork and ....SURPRISE BASEBALL
"Mmmm, a date? Yeah...Sounds fun to me! Just what can we do around here...No arcades to game at or anythin'." Prompto hums, his tail twitching along with the thoughtful sound, though it remains twined with Ravus'. "Oh!"
What is more intimate than sharing a hobby or a passion? Not much, in Prompto's humblest of opinions.
"What if I show you how to do some leatherworking!? You seem to like plants a lot, we could make dye and work on tooling for a little. Been picking it up here and there to keep myself from going stir-crazy without tech to play with. I feel like you probably didn't get much time to do that sort of thing before- now we both have plenty of it. Together."
Re: Leatherwork and ....SURPRISE BASEBALL
“I should warn you, I am not what one might call an artist.” Ravus looks a touch sheepish admitting it, worried it could very well disappoint someone that clearly has creative outlets. “But I should have no issue creating whatever dyes you might like to have. The abundance of flora and berries in this area with incredible pigmentation is extraordinary. It’s a bit like Tenebrae’s wild forests.”
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Lucky for Ravus, Prompto happens to love to teach, especially when it has to do with his hobbies or creativity. To share his own passion with a loved one really is an integral part of his love language.
"Hey, everyone can make something! They just need the chance and a lil' push. That's where I come in right?! I love to teach. Dyes are a perfect idea- we can look at some plants together! Plus I can show you how to tool designs...!" He gets visibly excited now, eyes shimmering. He plants a kiss square on Ravus' forehead. "Where do you wanna meet?"
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"My cabin, I suppose. It would be easiest to press the dye without having to move the plants. Many of them are rather delicate." He's still not so sure about making anything, but it can't hurt to try. Especially not if it would please Prompto so much, and the boy does seem utterly delighted by the idea.
"But we're ahead of ourselves. We should dry and dress ourselves first. Lest your grand plans run away from you before you've even put pants on."