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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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.”
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."
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."
"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.
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.”
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?"
"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."