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[He smiles up at her, flushed and still trying to regain control over his breathing. He feels a little... wild, having done this, rebelling against the protocol and behaviour he'd been taught growing up, throwing aside the restrictions of the throne and whatever familial expectations had rested on his shoulders since the word "puberty" started to get thrown around in his vicinity. To hell with all of that. He just had sex, and it was great, and his mind can't muster a single ounce of regret for doing so. Not when he's still riding the high of his pleasure, not when she looks so content and is smiling at him. This was good, it was wonderful and life-changing and he'd do it again in a heartbeat if she asked it of him.

As she bends to rest against his body, sweaty skin sliding and sticking together in a way that makes his chest rumble with barely muffled laughter - they're so messy and gross, it really shouldn't feel this great and yet - he lifts his arms to wrap around her, fingers idly stroking across her back and through damp strands of her hair. If he can catch her cheek or lips, he'll kiss there too, though he won't drag her away from his neck when she's so comfy like this.]

Can't say. I'll count that one, then. [Another kiss, firm and smiling against her forehead.] Have I?

[Because he will, he will, and he does.]

[ Did he? She can hardly remember what the rest of the day had held for them, and she doesn't want to. She wants both herself and her mind to remain here and now. She wants to continue to gaze and hold and kiss him in return as the heat between them fizzles into pleasant embers of an eternal fire. His hand upon her back and the kiss upon her lips is met receptively, and afterwards she presses her forehead to his as her own hand combs through his hair.

She pulls away just enough so that she can catch the tail end of his laughter, and if there was anything in the world that could make her fall for him more, it's just that: seeing him so happy, so content, so willing to stay. It's like there's nothing weighing on him in this moment, and she likes that look on him.

She's blushing hard. Both from realizing that her affection for him is only ever growing and how they're still sticky and sweaty and absolutely, perfectly fine with sharing their bodies like this. For so long has she been questioning and doubting how she's taken a human form, how she shouldn't be like this, how this is not what she truly is, but to share herself with him, and for him to do the same in return, for her to bear this construct of a body and to be held by his arms.... it's invaluable. ]

I'll say it... every day now. [ Her whisper is soft, pledging, and affectionate. ] I'll say it every day, so you won't forget.

You can if you want, but I won't ever forget it. Trust me on that one.

[Every day... wouldn't that be nice. To hear someone say they loved him every day. It's a bit silly and certainly not necessary, but there's no denying how it feels, and he finally understands why she'd encouraged him to say it to his family for so long. If other people felt what he's experiencing right now, then no wonder. Does he make others feel like this? This dizzying, delighted
pleasure running end to end, not just from the sex but from the idea of being treasured in the heart of another person. It's incredible, intense. He's been capable of great power for years, but this warm thrum in his body, the soft pounding of his heart, the warmth between them, the love he can see in her eyes... it's a power anyone's capable of. People really are amazing.

He tucks her hair back and kisses her again, softly, chaste and sweet. He loves this woman, and even just saying the words in his head sends a rush of warmth right through him, a hunger for more of her presence, her words, her face.]

What about you, huh? Every day? I love you.

[ It's as if she's hearing it for the first time all over again, there words that leave her both faint and focused. ]

I think... I think I would like that.

[ She would like that a lot, truthfully, to hear it every day because neither of them know when they might vanish from this world at any moment. Of course, such words shouldn't be coupled with such a dismal thought, and that's why she feels there is another reason to say them to him: because.... she wants to. Because she-- a being who isn't human, who didn't start out as human, who shouldn't be human-- has this feeling in her heart, and she wants to express it. ] Both saying it, and having it said.

[ Architect, she wants to give him everything she can. She wants to be there for him, she wants to help him, she wants to watch him grow, she want to see him smile... She wants to make whatever he wants into a reality.

Her hand trails from the back of is head to the side of his cheek. ]

Noct, I feel so human while with you...

[It's such a little thing, such a nothing phrase, in the grant scheme of things. Three words that ought to leave his mouth with ease. And the look on her face... like it makes her so happy, practically glowing with it. She's even more beautiful when she smiles, and it just makes him want to kiss her again.

Every day. He'll make it happen. He'll have Umbra and Carbuncle remind him if he needs it. Every day.

Her last comment has him curious, tilting his head a bit at her to examine her expression. Human? Is that important to her?]

You may as well be, far as I'm concerned. Is... that what you want?

[He's always considered her a person, from the first day they'd shared a conversation. Knowing she had powers, could channel energy, all the way up to discovering her body was a construct around a crystal, that she carried another being within her, that she could conjure fire... none of that changed how he viewed her. Human isn't the word he had for her, but now he can't help wondering if it was a goal on her end.]

[ Ah, a want asked, and she responds openly and with a smile, as she holds him. ]

I... want to be someone, a human, who... can be with you, Noct. [ She already is with him, but it obviously means something more to say that she is human-- rather, she has humanity, personhood-- that means something more to her.

To be anything less would be unworthy. An unfeeling crystal, while perfect, does not have the fallibility that a human could ever have, the feelings they may experience, the capability to love... And she loves him so much. She loves the world they're in, the deities and the robots here, their crisis and their folly, for having brought them together. She loves his world too, his parents and his friends who have influenced him, his own deities or powers-that-be that created his world to eventually give rise to him; she loves it all... ]

I love.. being human enough to love. And--

Noct, [ She breathes his name again, tenderly and meaningfully, as she kisses him quietly upon the lips in response once. Pulling back, she looks into his eyes. ] I love this world... and I love your world, too, because you're in it.

[His smile widens a little as she answers - she said it! - though it is perhaps not the most idea of responses. She doesn't have to be human for her to be with him, as evidenced by them being together at all. The idea that she might've felt like she couldn't... that bothers him. What if she'd felt too anxious about that and hadn't reached out to him? Would he have eventually found the courage to reach first? What if she'd refused him? They could've lost out on so much.

He's glad it didn't go that route, but it's another thing to remember: that she too has fears and doubts about who and what she is, and he should take care to remind her of how little they matter when it comes to this.]

Pyra... I think I felt like this before I found out what you were. I didn't know it, but there was definitely something back then. [He remembers the party, poorly timed and drunk and sad, gazing back at her in the dim light under his jacket, imagining what it might feel like to kiss her.] But I felt it after, too. And now. You never had to be "human enough", you were enough just being you.

[He tugs her down for another soft kiss, like he can't stop, like each opportunity to do so is just as blessed as the one before.]

I love your world for making you. For letting us have you for a while, so we could meet like this. And for sharing Mythra with me, and Elysium. I'm really glad to know about you, and where you came from.

[She's human enough to feel him inside her, to move with him, to gasp and moan and find pleasure in the very human act of lovemaking. She can hold his hand, kiss him, speak words of kindness and care when he's feeling down. She never had to be human for any of that.]

[ Unfair again, she thinks. He has the same thoughts as her, but he had said them first. The kiss takes her before she can say anything, and she presses herself to him to indulge in it, molding her body to his and his love. Funny how she had thought of the world and he had spoken of it, but by his lips upon hers and his sturdy hands around her, the universe fades.

It's difficult not to be overcome by emotion, and this time, she doesn't stop it. When she pulls away from him, her eyes mist with joy.

"For letting us have you for a while, so we could meet like this."

To be loved, despite all that she'd done... To want to be with her in this world, despite neither of them having a future in their own. Here, they can have a place in this world together, they can have a future together, and they can travel that path... together.

Something powerful stirs within her, as if on the cusp of awakening. A piece of her, long forgotten; a name, her true name, on the tip of her tongue... ]

....Together.... We'll have the present and future.

[She's even pretty when she cries. How is that fair? His smile widens again, and he tilts to bump his forehead against hers, draping an arm over her side to keep her close and cozy against his body. The present and the future... that could mean a lot of things. The future could be tomorrow, or next week, or the whole new year that lies ahead of them. Either of them could vanish by morning. But now, right now, they can hold one another, kiss and smile and make love, find joy in this little thing they've managed to forge together. Maybe in their own worlds there's no future to be found, but that doesn't mean their lives have to be over. There's something here, and it's precious.

However long this lasts, he's grateful. He's happy. And he'll hold onto it - to her, them - as long as he's able.]

I'm with you, [He murmurs, his voice rich with a satisfied joy he's rarely able to muster, but one he's found more and more with her lately.] Here, and going forward. I won't let go.

[They'd both lost people precious to them. He'd watched Luna sink away from him, and when he'd reached for her she'd been too far for him to pull back. He still lives with that regret. It's... not a mistake he's going to let himself make again, not while it's in his power. Pyra's hand is right here, and he'll hold onto it no matter what she is beneath the skin.]

[ How strange that she feels so whole, when it is love, a human emotion, that should carve an even deeper imperfection into her crystal. Somehow this feels right, more right than she had ever felt as either Mythra or Pyra. A thought occurs to her: for a entity whose energy encompasses all, wouldn't that "all" also include love?

They'll both have to eventually, but they also both know and acknowledge it. Rather than see it as a reason to distance themselves from an inevitable pain, it's as if they've both chosen to accept what they have together in the moment. Or so, that is how she feels.

Because right here, right now, she wants to love him. She wants to be loved. She wants to kiss and to hold him, to tell him he's wonderful, to-- yes, even make this love to him, to make him smile, to protect him. (It's not fair that the world will lose him.) She wants to love him more, and that is the feeling she follows.

Settling in next to him, she smiles in response. ] Then... hold me tight. And I'll hold you.

[ Like this, should he be comfortable enough, they may at last sleep. ]

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