[His head is throbbing- it's the space behind his eyelids and the juncture of his jaw and the bridge of his nose, too many sensations clamor for dominance in a place that can barely contain his thoughts. The tears are hot on equally hot skin, sliding over his temples and lost in the mess of his hair. His mouth opens, sucks in a desperate, drowning gulp of air only to choke on it instead. Her hands alone keep him tethered and it isn't through brute force but- something he can't explain.
Maybe it's her tenderness than translates. Noctis doesn't make the conscious decision to turn into it, to attune himself to this specific frequency- it's just something that happens. For the smallest moment he's able to become more than the sum of his parts; his hands find her wrists, the lean slope of her forearms, and he holds on.] What's- happening to me?
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Maybe it's her tenderness than translates. Noctis doesn't make the conscious decision to turn into it, to attune himself to this specific frequency- it's just something that happens. For the smallest moment he's able to become more than the sum of his parts; his hands find her wrists, the lean slope of her forearms, and he holds on.] What's- happening to me?