everything about this is so tenuous, encroaching onto new and exciting (but all the more frightening for it) territory, that it truly is a blessing in disguise that it's all coming to fruition under the cozy haze of this lagoon. a metaphorical balm to the slight sting of keith's verbal withdrawal (a sting that certainly would have hit harder had most of his nerves not already been calmed by the warmth of the lagoon, the finger along his ear, the hand still holding his own just as easily). it keeps his own words a little milder, dulled. ]
...Who else am I supposed to ask...
[ there are little distractions — that tracing finger, the movement of keith's lower lip between his teeth — and he feels a tug to just indulge in them. but there persists a quiet voice in the back of his mind — they should talk about this, shouldn't they? prompto said pretending like these things never happened... that's the greater mistake, isn't it? ]
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everything about this is so tenuous, encroaching onto new and exciting (but all the more frightening for it) territory, that it truly is a blessing in disguise that it's all coming to fruition under the cozy haze of this lagoon. a metaphorical balm to the slight sting of keith's verbal withdrawal (a sting that certainly would have hit harder had most of his nerves not already been calmed by the warmth of the lagoon, the finger along his ear, the hand still holding his own just as easily). it keeps his own words a little milder, dulled. ]
...Who else am I supposed to ask...
[ there are little distractions — that tracing finger, the movement of keith's lower lip between his teeth — and he feels a tug to just indulge in them. but there persists a quiet voice in the back of his mind — they should talk about this, shouldn't they? prompto said pretending like these things never happened... that's the greater mistake, isn't it? ]