silverhalide | for kingless

[ He's blinking a few times, blankly, glancing up at Noct and back down to the magazine laid out on the table in front of him, showing an idyllic picture of one of those places that seem just a bit too beautiful to be real-- lush greenery and deep blue sky framing natural slopes and cuts of granite, steaming water cheerfully bubbling away in the carved-out pools. It looks, frankly, like heaven, but... that's the point of these magazines, isn't it? To show you all these unattainable places and make you envious (and a little bitter) that you're not there in that picture?

But... then the words that Noct is saying finally catch up to his ears, along with the slightly self-satisfied grin. He'd weaseled his way into a good week of vacation time, pulled a few strings, and now-- he's going to this perfect, unreal place for a vacation.

No. They are.

They've been... at this for a little while now. Since Prompto's first heat (which had hit a lot harder than he'd ever could have prepared for), when he'd dug past his pride and begged Noct (his alpha, oh, it could only ever have been him) to come help, even as terrified as he'd been that he would ruin their entire... not-just-friendship that they'd had before-- and instead, he'd let his feelings spill, and Noctis had responded in kind. They're in love. They're in love. No matter what anyone else might have to say on the matter.

(And sometimes Prompto can't quite believe it. To have gone from invisible to cherished, to be loved in return for the love he's giving-- it's like a dream, and sometimes he's afraid he'll wake up.)

He blinks a few more times, brain cycling through things to make sense of them-- and finally, it all connects up, and a brilliant smile blooms over Prompto's face. ]

You're serious? We're going here? I-- [ He giggles a little, all hectic, giddy energy, flushing up just from sheer excitement. ] Am I even allowed? It seems like the kind of place that demands to see proof of income before they let you in. Noct--

[ He pushes up from his seat and up against the older man in one fluid motion, arms looping around his waist, beaming up at him for a moment before nuzzling into his chest, taking in a deep breath of his scent just for the sake of it. (And maybe to hide his face a little. Prompto makes a good show of not being insecure in general, and in a lot of ways he's not, but just... occasionally, it's too easy to overwhelm him. If he didn't know better, he'd think Noct loves doing just that.) ] You're sure? It's okay?