[ The image on the screen is nothing like what their wedding would've looked like. Noctis had his wedding suit tailored what feels like ages ago, but he remembers exactly what his reflection looked like with all of it on, the vest, the sash, the gloves. Even the cuff-links. And he never had the privilege of seeing Luna in her dress, but he's seen it. He's seen her out of it, and the shimmering image in front of them could even come close to what the real thing would be like, how terrifying it would've been. How magical and perfect. It'll be like that, someday. Just like how he pictures it. If that's what she wants, if she says "yes," he'll make it happen.
If he ever gets up the guts to ask her, that is. It's not that he doesn't want to. He wants to right now, to drop to one knee even though there isn't enough space for it, to propose when they're already engaged with a ring he doesn't even have. That's why he can't. The ring and about a thousand other reasons. When he does it, he's set on doing it right. Not like some cheesy VR cartoon. The real thing. Everything has to be perfect. Luna doesn't deserve any less.
She certainly doesn't deserve to have Noctis silently brooding next to her either, though. He can't say that, but he can't ignore it, either. He has to say something. He tries, curling his hand under hers again on the bench, linking their fingers. ]
So... This one?
[ It's too serious, to close to a proposal he isn't ready to make, and Noctis feels his face flushing warmer even as he shrugs and tries to play it off. ]
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If he ever gets up the guts to ask her, that is. It's not that he doesn't want to. He wants to right now, to drop to one knee even though there isn't enough space for it, to propose when they're already engaged with a ring he doesn't even have. That's why he can't. The ring and about a thousand other reasons. When he does it, he's set on doing it right. Not like some cheesy VR cartoon. The real thing. Everything has to be perfect. Luna doesn't deserve any less.
She certainly doesn't deserve to have Noctis silently brooding next to her either, though. He can't say that, but he can't ignore it, either. He has to say something. He tries, curling his hand under hers again on the bench, linking their fingers. ]
So... This one?
[ It's too serious, to close to a proposal he isn't ready to make, and Noctis feels his face flushing warmer even as he shrugs and tries to play it off. ]
The sunglasses weren't really that bad.