[ This moment is for him, and so his hand slips from hers, and she looks after him as he steps into the small heterogeneous field of flowers that carpets the yard. He looks aimless yet captivated, walking through a dream, perhaps guided by a memory-- these are of his world, after all-- until he settles into the grass. Ardyn had preferred the red ones. It seems Noctis prefers the blues. She's noticed this of the blue sylleblossoms: that their petals contain all the blues known to the sky and sea, the gradient they exhibit containing hundreds of hues that may never be entirely named by mankind. Among those hues, however, is the exact color of his eyes... Luna's eyecolor, too, is there.
Pyra removes her own crown of flowers from her crimson hair. Queen he had said. She is no queen. But Luna? Luna is, and always will be, a true queen. And who was her king? None other than Nocis. Luna had told her right when Pyra had first met her, which is how she had learned of Noctis' royal status before he had revealed it to her himself. How softly she had spoken of him then, then at the New Year's party as well.
He must be seeing her in these flowers, but whether it's the ghost of her or the hope of her, she doesn't know. From the way he's lost in them, she may only hope that he is not caught in the past, as it is far too easy to fall into memories.... but for him, perhaps he needs this moment. Perhaps he needs many moments. With the rain to hide any sorrow, it would be the perfect opportunity. So she smiles, bittersweet, as she watches him from where she remains upon the porch, and allows him as long as he needs.
By the time he blinks out of his daze, Pyra has already returned with a blanket, and he'll feel it draped over his shoulders, and a lingering touch upon one of them, barely there, hesitant. She remains standing for now, but she asks quietly, encouraging but not intrusive, ] Do you want to talk about it?
[ Yes, here. In the light rain, in this pseudo-field of flowers. Clothes can always be replaced later, and the benefits of her exuding warmth may help dispel any chill around them. ]
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Pyra removes her own crown of flowers from her crimson hair. Queen he had said. She is no queen. But Luna? Luna is, and always will be, a true queen. And who was her king? None other than Nocis. Luna had told her right when Pyra had first met her, which is how she had learned of Noctis' royal status before he had revealed it to her himself. How softly she had spoken of him then, then at the New Year's party as well.
He must be seeing her in these flowers, but whether it's the ghost of her or the hope of her, she doesn't know. From the way he's lost in them, she may only hope that he is not caught in the past, as it is far too easy to fall into memories.... but for him, perhaps he needs this moment. Perhaps he needs many moments. With the rain to hide any sorrow, it would be the perfect opportunity. So she smiles, bittersweet, as she watches him from where she remains upon the porch, and allows him as long as he needs.
By the time he blinks out of his daze, Pyra has already returned with a blanket, and he'll feel it draped over his shoulders, and a lingering touch upon one of them, barely there, hesitant. She remains standing for now, but she asks quietly, encouraging but not intrusive, ] Do you want to talk about it?
[ Yes, here. In the light rain, in this pseudo-field of flowers. Clothes can always be replaced later, and the benefits of her exuding warmth may help dispel any chill around them. ]