[ Luna isn't used to parties, not really. She's been dragged to several parties thrown in her own home via the Nifs, of course. A few in Niflheim here and there, not that she'd wanted to be present but she hadn't been given a choice. Those were dull and drab compared to what seems to be happening here. People laughing and smiling, photo booths, friendly faces and very strange games are certainly not the gatherings she's used to.
To be fair, though, she's not particularly used to this freedom. No escorts, no one chasing after her or hunting her down. At least, that she's aware of at the moment.
It's why when she hears her name, it makes her straighten abruptly. Not because of any sort of danger or nerves, but because she hasn't seen anyone else from home. There are only two people in the entirety of Eos who call her Luna; one of whom just weeks ago she'd seen pass away in Insomnia, the other last seen on an altar in Altissia.
Her head whips around, and she comes to a halt, her gaze immediately finds Noctis. She's not particularly certain that all of this isn't just some sort of strange dream, hypoxia of the brain, perhaps, from the events that she'd just endured at home. That they had just endured.
That doesn't matter right now. ]
Noctis...
[ She's on the move, gently pushing her way through the sea of people that and headed towards the photo booths and more drinks, until she's close enough to stand in his vicinity. Slowly, she brings a hand up, reaching out to place her palm against his cheek. He's warm, and dry, and very much alive and real. ]
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To be fair, though, she's not particularly used to this freedom. No escorts, no one chasing after her or hunting her down. At least, that she's aware of at the moment.
It's why when she hears her name, it makes her straighten abruptly. Not because of any sort of danger or nerves, but because she hasn't seen anyone else from home. There are only two people in the entirety of Eos who call her Luna; one of whom just weeks ago she'd seen pass away in Insomnia, the other last seen on an altar in Altissia.
Her head whips around, and she comes to a halt, her gaze immediately finds Noctis. She's not particularly certain that all of this isn't just some sort of strange dream, hypoxia of the brain, perhaps, from the events that she'd just endured at home. That they had just endured.
That doesn't matter right now. ]
Noctis...
[ She's on the move, gently pushing her way through the sea of people that and headed towards the photo booths and more drinks, until she's close enough to stand in his vicinity. Slowly, she brings a hand up, reaching out to place her palm against his cheek. He's warm, and dry, and very much alive and real. ]
You've no idea how good it is to see you, Noctis.