[ There's only silence right then, beneath the crashing fireworks that seem to be mirroring the way his heart's completely stopped and exploded in that moment. He thinks he's having a complete mental crash with what's going on- everything, from the recollection of memories that were racing through his head to the questions he wanted to ask about Noctis and his own experiences-
Shutdown-
He's suddenly too hyper-aware of the nice smell carrying itself on his best friend's skin, the flavor of berry and faint alcohol on his breath as his mouth comes up against his. What'shappeningwhatNoctthisisaajokeisn'tit his mind seems to be yelling at him, but no words come past his lips as his own lips move without thinking, pressing back against Noctis' own because he doesn't know what to do right then-
Does he kiss back? Does he push him away? Does he pull him in and continue it because this isn't actually happening and they'll just end up laughing about it later, won't they? Yeah, his face totally isn't heating up here- his body doesn't feel like it's melting and his heart doesn't feel like it's completely exploded because this is actually nice as heck-
And yet, there's a layer of sorrow creeping into his thoughts, because he's never been kissed quite like this before, like something...
Nice.
And before he can think of how to react or relish it, it's over and Prompto is staring dumbly at his best friend who- what even-
What does he even say?
The weight of it all is punching him in the gut as Noctis draws back while his mind tries to re-process everything and set it back into motion. Noctis is feeling drunk, so of course- yeah, he totally-
Missed Lady Lunafreya. Yeah. He got really drunk, and so messed up, he thought he was Luna, that's all...
Something about that thought makes a heavy lump form in his chest, before he ends up breaking the threatening silence with a sudden laugh, forced and dishonest, as he reaches over and playfully slaps his friend's back, as though that'll snap him out of it. ]
Y-Yeah, you totally haven't done this before, have you? It's supposed to last way longer than that, Noct! Especially under the mistletoe!
[ Joke it off. ]
[ Except they shouldn't be kissing at all, right? So why does he actually want to do it again?
Why are his hands reaching out and ohshitohshitohshit-
Curled around Noctis' jacket and tugging him back to face him, he doesn't know what his own expression looks like- he's trying to smile, and he can say he was drunk too- ]
Sorta like this-!
[ Light help him, now it's him who's moved in to kiss Noct- lips pressed back against his and feeling like he was missing the sensation of that shuddering heat that pulses right through him then. But they're just-
Drunk, right? And messing with each other-
And realizing in that moment that Noctis has a really, nice soft mouth that he can't really pull away from, until a loud crash of fireworks interrupts them and he seems to come to his senses, eyes widening for a bit- even in that moment, taking in the sight of Noctis' features looking like something out of a dream, before letting him go, forcing a grin on his face. ]
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Shutdown-
He's suddenly too hyper-aware of the nice smell carrying itself on his best friend's skin, the flavor of berry and faint alcohol on his breath as his mouth comes up against his. What'shappeningwhatNoctthisisaajokeisn'tit his mind seems to be yelling at him, but no words come past his lips as his own lips move without thinking, pressing back against Noctis' own because he doesn't know what to do right then-
Does he kiss back? Does he push him away? Does he pull him in and continue it because this isn't actually happening and they'll just end up laughing about it later, won't they? Yeah, his face totally isn't heating up here- his body doesn't feel like it's melting and his heart doesn't feel like it's completely exploded because this is actually nice as heck-
And yet, there's a layer of sorrow creeping into his thoughts, because he's never been kissed quite like this before, like something...
Nice.
And before he can think of how to react or relish it, it's over and Prompto is staring dumbly at his best friend who- what even-
What does he even say?
The weight of it all is punching him in the gut as Noctis draws back while his mind tries to re-process everything and set it back into motion. Noctis is feeling drunk, so of course- yeah, he totally-
Missed Lady Lunafreya. Yeah. He got really drunk, and so messed up, he thought he was Luna, that's all...
Something about that thought makes a heavy lump form in his chest, before he ends up breaking the threatening silence with a sudden laugh, forced and dishonest, as he reaches over and playfully slaps his friend's back, as though that'll snap him out of it. ]
Y-Yeah, you totally haven't done this before, have you? It's supposed to last way longer than that, Noct! Especially under the mistletoe!
[ Joke it off. ]
[ Except they shouldn't be kissing at all, right? So why does he actually want to do it again?
Why are his hands reaching out and ohshitohshitohshit-
Curled around Noctis' jacket and tugging him back to face him, he doesn't know what his own expression looks like- he's trying to smile, and he can say he was drunk too- ]
Sorta like this-!
[ Light help him, now it's him who's moved in to kiss Noct- lips pressed back against his and feeling like he was missing the sensation of that shuddering heat that pulses right through him then. But they're just-
Drunk, right? And messing with each other-
And realizing in that moment that Noctis has a really, nice soft mouth that he can't really pull away from, until a loud crash of fireworks interrupts them and he seems to come to his senses, eyes widening for a bit- even in that moment, taking in the sight of Noctis' features looking like something out of a dream, before letting him go, forcing a grin on his face. ]
See? N-Nothing to it...! Yeah..!