[He's quiet, aware of her breath, her mouth against his shirt, her fingers' grip in the fabric. Right here, like this. Is this where he wants to be?
His fingers find her hair, smooth carefully, slowly, down the plane of her back. Prompto's always been the smallest, but here?]
I feel... like there are more important things than being safe, here. Like I can see them, when I look at you.
[It's not that she makes him feel big and strong. It's just... the fact that he's not, it doesn't matter so much. Prompto forgets what he's not, and when he does, he can suddenly be more than he isn't. He gulps and skims his hands down her arms until they cup her elbows.]
I, um. I thought you didn't remember kissing me. Or that you didn't like it, because you didn't say anything about it after, so... I tried not to think about it.
[Carefully, moving as gently as he can so as not to break her hold but slip down through it, Prompto kneels to retrieve the flowers from where she pushed them aside, one hand still on her arm. Connection; I'll be right back. That's what he'd meant with the dandelion, something like this.
He looks up, flowers in hand, on one knee.]
I'm really dumb. I'm way dumber than you, don't pretend like I'm not, Flora. Let me make it up to you. Please. I--I want to be with you. Where you are.
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His fingers find her hair, smooth carefully, slowly, down the plane of her back. Prompto's always been the smallest, but here?]
I feel... like there are more important things than being safe, here. Like I can see them, when I look at you.
[It's not that she makes him feel big and strong. It's just... the fact that he's not, it doesn't matter so much. Prompto forgets what he's not, and when he does, he can suddenly be more than he isn't. He gulps and skims his hands down her arms until they cup her elbows.]
I, um. I thought you didn't remember kissing me. Or that you didn't like it, because you didn't say anything about it after, so... I tried not to think about it.
[Carefully, moving as gently as he can so as not to break her hold but slip down through it, Prompto kneels to retrieve the flowers from where she pushed them aside, one hand still on her arm. Connection; I'll be right back. That's what he'd meant with the dandelion, something like this.
He looks up, flowers in hand, on one knee.]
I'm really dumb. I'm way dumber than you, don't pretend like I'm not, Flora. Let me make it up to you. Please. I--I want to be with you. Where you are.