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melodiesofeternity2018-06-08 08:33 pm
lordshield) wrote in melodiesofeternity2018-06-08 08:33 pm
Raise a Glass [OPEN]
Who: The XV Cast and You!
When: June 6th
Where: Curti Center, Jiminy's Juicery (bar)
What: After saving innocents from the Dream Width, some people just need a drink.
Warnings/Notes: Alcohol consumption, possible violence, whatever people do in bars.
Their first foray into the search and rescue business in the Dream Width had been intense, to say the least. Stressful, heartbreaking, exhausting, and enlightening were other words some might use to describe the experience. After a night of rest and a day to somewhat sort things and people out, the next evening brings about a mighty need to head to the local tavern. Some drink to forget, some drink to remember, some drink to relax. There are even representatives of the Bard's Guild providing live music. You can try to make a request, but chances are they don't know your foreign songs.
Maybe you were invited by one of the excitable young men from Lucis, or maybe you came on your own. There's enough room in the bar for quite a few people, so long as they're of age. Sit right at the bar, or pull up chairs around a table, the choice is yours.
[OoC: Make your own toplevel or tag around. Please put content warnings as necessary. Have fun!]
When: June 6th
Where: Curti Center, Jiminy's Juicery (bar)
What: After saving innocents from the Dream Width, some people just need a drink.
Warnings/Notes: Alcohol consumption, possible violence, whatever people do in bars.
Their first foray into the search and rescue business in the Dream Width had been intense, to say the least. Stressful, heartbreaking, exhausting, and enlightening were other words some might use to describe the experience. After a night of rest and a day to somewhat sort things and people out, the next evening brings about a mighty need to head to the local tavern. Some drink to forget, some drink to remember, some drink to relax. There are even representatives of the Bard's Guild providing live music. You can try to make a request, but chances are they don't know your foreign songs.
Maybe you were invited by one of the excitable young men from Lucis, or maybe you came on your own. There's enough room in the bar for quite a few people, so long as they're of age. Sit right at the bar, or pull up chairs around a table, the choice is yours.
[OoC: Make your own toplevel or tag around. Please put content warnings as necessary. Have fun!]
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"If you need to, hide in our room." He said quietly, because that meant there would be a door between him and Clarus. "And I'm not gonna fight him, Prom. Just clear the air a bit." He knew Prompto didn't want anyone fighting over him. Knew his self-worth was even worse than before. Which was why he was gonna be sure not to escalate it if he could help it. For the sake of everyone in the housing district.
He pulled away just a little, so he could look into Prom's glazed over eyes with his own and brush his cheek with his thumb.
... They were close again, and that warm breath on his neck was-
He gently pressed his lips onto Prom's forehead. It ok, bb bro. He's got you.
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Part of the problem was Clarus infiltrated his personal space and he felt a little more unsafe in the house, when someone could just sneak up on him. His room would be better, it would just be Noct after all.
The brushing of his thumb against his cheek made him stop speaking, he was just staring at Noctis. If he weren't so intoxicated, he'd be panicking. Why were they sitting like this, looking at each other?
Noctis might, in that case, find out how he felt and he'd been so good and constantly stomping down on those until they were gone. Until everything was as innocent as it ever had been.
"Noctis." He breathed his name slightly, and then his lips were on his forehead and he mentally berated himself. He was reading into things again, wasn't he?
and then it got kinda gay
There was just two tiny problems with that. And one of them was currently sitting on his lap and he was not able to really think straight. He pulled away at the sound of his name, looked Prompto in the eye...
Eh, screw it.
...and suddenly found his lips meeting Prompto's. In a crowded bar. Which would scream scandal if this were at home but they're in a quiet corner and no one should be looking over here and he really gives zero fucks about it because the alcohol's talking over common sense.
tiny bit
Noctis kissed him.
Prompto responded instinctively, returning the kiss and moving his hand to the back of Noctis' head, just for a moment he could be selfish and enjoy the kiss.
What other problems?
This was incredibly unexpected, for so many reasons, but it wasn't at all unwelcome, and hopefully this he would remember, even if they were just drunk and probably doing something stupid and meaningless, no matter how much that would hurt later.
Being drunk meant he was making less than ideal decisions, he could deal with the fallout later.
<3
Then again he's kinda wondering what they were talking about a couple seconds ago, himself.He can't think straight. At all. Aside from how Prompto's lips feel against his and those fingers on the back of his head, tangling into his hair...
...
After Six knows how long, he pulled back. Slowly. Not red in the face from something other than the alcohol, nope. No idea what you're talking about. He'd kiss more but the room's starting to spin so maybe more isn't the smartest of ideas so he's just. Gonna lay his head on Prompto's shoulder. Yep. Totally the best plan.
<3
Prompto sucked in a breath, cheeks red and flushed from a blush. He was never going to get over the blushing at this rate.
He didn't know what to say to this, so instead he ran his fingers through Noct's hair, still comfortably on his lap, even though that had to be heavy. Perhaps he shouldn't say anything at all, only they couldn't sit there forever, they had to make it back home somehow.
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He mumbled something incoherent. Most likely something about what just happened before he adds, just a little more clarity: "...prolly finish our meal 'n' go..."
But that involves letting go and he doesn't want Prom to be sad again.
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Prompto thought they should say something about what just happened, but he couldn't string the words together.
He didn't want to let go for the moment either, and he embraced him for a moment or two before he leaned back a little, reaching for his bun.
He couldn't reach it so he shrugged. "Or...we can jus' go home. Somehow."
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"Ten gil Gladio ends up draggin' our asses." He says, after thinking it over for a good ten seconds. He doesn't look that far gone yet, at least. But then, Noct isn't the best of judges right now so he's just gonna nuzzle into Prompto's neck all affectionately and just sit there.
He kinda can't get up even if he wanted to with him in his lap like this, so.
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He sighed with a contented grin and yeah, words should happen, but not right now.
Prompto would move if asked, just like he'd climbed into his lap on gentle request. So, effectively, they were just going to cuddle until someone came and dragged them away.
This was a bad idea, but he couldn't remember why, so he decided to go with it, reveling in the affection.