[He's looking at her. Looking at her, looking her over like he's memorizing her, like he's taking photographs with nothing but his gaze. It always makes her feel warm to be looked at like that, even when she's not in a strangely hazy state like she is at the moment; she's so unused to being seen for anything but the one thing she was raised to be, and that's the one thing Prompto has never asked her to be, not even once.
It's liberating. Almost as much so as pressing a control button and seeing daylight start to stream in from behind doors that were previously bolted shut.]
Mm. You want to hold my hand, right...?
[She chuckles a little, breathy, more a little huff of dreamy amusement than anything else.]
If I take them off...will you tell me why you won't take yours off...? Your...on your wrist.
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[He's looking at her. Looking at her, looking her over like he's memorizing her, like he's taking photographs with nothing but his gaze. It always makes her feel warm to be looked at like that, even when she's not in a strangely hazy state like she is at the moment; she's so unused to being seen for anything but the one thing she was raised to be, and that's the one thing Prompto has never asked her to be, not even once.
It's liberating. Almost as much so as pressing a control button and seeing daylight start to stream in from behind doors that were previously bolted shut.]
Mm. You want to hold my hand, right...?
[She chuckles a little, breathy, more a little huff of dreamy amusement than anything else.]
If I take them off...will you tell me why you won't take yours off...? Your...on your wrist.