❪ it's probably wrong of her to promise something like this. this could just as easily not be like when prompto left and noctis could, sadly, have returned home permanently like so many others. like connor, until recently but he returned after months and with no memory of this previous time here. what if the same happened to noctis? what if noctis never came back?
she shakes her head, ridding herself of the thoughts and keeping a listen out for prompto instead. kara hears him before she sees him, full running and opens her mouth to perhaps say something but it's all thrown to the wind when he all but crashes into her. she stumbles briefly, startled but quickly has her arms around him to steady them both. already she can feel her thirium pump racing but stands silent and simply lets herself hold him.
in a way, she can understand the terror. she feels that whisper in the back of her mind and it makes her scared to let go so she instead holds him closer, resting her cheek against him and letting out a shaky breath of air. ❫
I'm sorry― ❪ she whispers but for what? she isn't sure. noct being gone, this moment happening, her feelings... there's probably a lot to be sorry for. ❫
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❪ it's probably wrong of her to promise something like this. this could just as easily not be like when prompto left and noctis could, sadly, have returned home permanently like so many others. like connor, until recently but he returned after months and with no memory of this previous time here. what if the same happened to noctis? what if noctis never came back?
she shakes her head, ridding herself of the thoughts and keeping a listen out for prompto instead. kara hears him before she sees him, full running and opens her mouth to perhaps say something but it's all thrown to the wind when he all but crashes into her. she stumbles briefly, startled but quickly has her arms around him to steady them both. already she can feel her thirium pump racing but stands silent and simply lets herself hold him.
in a way, she can understand the terror. she feels that whisper in the back of her mind and it makes her scared to let go so she instead holds him closer, resting her cheek against him and letting out a shaky breath of air. ❫
I'm sorry― ❪ she whispers but for what? she isn't sure. noct being gone, this moment happening, her feelings... there's probably a lot to be sorry for. ❫