The first time they meet properly, in a neutral situation and all the time in the world, is three weeks after Noctis ascends the throne. It's been a long three weeks for all of them. Ravus has never spent so much time in meetings, or stood in front of various desks and thrones as he tries to undo the damage from the war, and from his involvement in it. Lunafreya is still too weak to leave her bed, and Ravus wants this mess cleaned up before she does. He won't be the source of her unhappiness and worry ever again.
His meetings with King Noctis always seem to last the longest; Lucis has the most to rebuild of all of them, and Ravus is still working past his dislike of their young monarch. He can see now why Lunafreya had always placed so much faith in him, and part of it irks Ravus, though part of him is proud, relieved that his sister has such a dedicated and honest friend and ally in Noctis.
Their appointment in Ravus's office (formerly his mother's, Luna wanted nothing to do with it, and Ravus finds the place with its blue-tinted windows and rows of potted plants relaxing) overruns by an hour, and Ravus feels wrung out and tired even though it had been amicable, and the subject matter light. Noctis goes off in the direction of Luna's room, and Ravus stands in the doorway until he can no longer hear footsteps. He leaves his office door ajar for Pryna, the dog still asleep on the cushion beside his desk, and goes out into the palace grounds. Breathing in the cooling evening air, he sits on one of the nearby benches, cradles his prosthetic arm in his other hand, and closes his eyes.
“Does it hurt?”
Ravus startles, turns around so fast that he nearly upsets his position, and he settles just barely, when he recognises Prompto there.
“Good evening.”
Prompto smiles sheepishly at him and slowly closes the gap between them, his steps muffled by the long grass. He's wearing the King'sGlaive uniform this time, and Ravus has to concentrate to avoid his thoughts wandering, not least of all because he's sure that it's not at all acceptable to be thinking these sorts of things about the sworn guard of another monarch. It must not show on his face at least, as Prompto sits beside him, close enough that Ravus can feel the warmth from his body.
“Luna said I might find you out here.”
Ravus stares off at the flowers, focussing on the way their petals are drooping and pressing closed as the light fades, a light breeze disturbing them no and then, and he doesn't look at Prompto until he speaks again.
“Or did you want to be alone? Geez, sorry, I'm not great with that kinda stuff, I-”
“Stay.”
Ravus grasps Prompto's wrist with his right hand before he can get up, takes it back when their eyes meet and resumes applying light pressure to the place where his flesh meets the metal casing.
“I apologise. I am not of terribly good company.”
They haven't spoken about what happened in Gralea, or on the train back home, and Ravus has wondered more than once if it even happened, or if his mind had simply supplied him with a happy dream.
“Well, why not?”
It's an innocent enough question, but when Ravus gives it thought it threatens to leave his carefully controlled emotions exposed to this man, and he's not ready, not strong enough...
“I cannot...It is..”
Ravus feels his guilt like a physical wound, and looks away when Prompto tilts his head to try and catch his eye.
“I apologise.”
“Noct said you're doing that a lot lately. You know you don't have to, right?”
Ravus has heard the same words from Luna more than several times in these past few months, and he finds it somehow harder to brush off when they are coming from his man before him, and when he risks a glance sideways, Prompto is watching him intently, his body leant towards Ravus and one hand just a hair's breadth from his thigh.
“Can I hug you?”
The question is absolutely the last thing Ravus had expected to hear from anyone, let alone this near enough stranger, and he finds himself unable to recall the last time someone had done this since his mother had been killed all those years ago.
His silence and stillness seems to inspire a moment of defiance in Prompto, as he grins at Ravus all the same and scoots closer on the bench so that their hips and legs are touching now, and Prompto's hand skirts delicately over Ravus's left shoulder before moving across his back and Ravus lets himself fall against Prompto's chest.
He's warm against Ravus's skin, and his arms are deceptively strong and firm around him, even as Prompto has to kneel up to compensate for his shorter height. The angle is awkward, and one of the buttons on the front of Prompto's uniform coat is digging into his cheek, but Ravus can't bring himself to complain as he shifts his position just enough to make it easier, his right hand resting on Prompto's shoulder as he keeps his left arm in his lap.
“Does it hurt? Your arm?”
Prompto repeats his question and Ravus shakes his head minutely so as not to disturb Prompto's position around him. He smells like grass and fabric soap, and just a little bit of cologne, and Ravus breathes in deeply and steadily to try and memorise it, his eyes closing in concentration.
“Not especially.”
It aches at the join, but this is nothing new and not worth mentioning, and when Prompto's hand rests over the seam once more Ravus flinches just barely, unused to such gentle touches against it, and he sighs into Prompto's neck as the warmth against his arm numbs the pain just enough for it to slip under his radar. They stay like that for a while in silence. The sky grows darker with the setting sun, the slivered new moon not big enough to cast any more light down on them than the yellowed glow from the windows, but they don't yet pull apart. The air is colder, but Ravus doesn't quite feel it between Prompto's arms and the hard line of his body pressing up against him, and if Prompto does then he says nothing.
The moment breaks when Ravus hears footsteps on the stone walkway, and they both look up. Ravus recognises the form of Noctis's shield, and he looks at Prompto as he expects him to pull away, but the blond man doesn't move.
“You'll catch a cold like that. We're having dinner soon, if you two want to join us. Iggy's cooking.”
That spurs Prompto into motion, though he doesn't so much pull away, as adjust his position around Ravus so that he can look at Gladiolus.
“We'll see.”
Ravus watches Gladiolus's shield shrug.
“Alright then. Don't do anything I wouldn't, there's condoms in the pack somewhere if you need 'em.”
Prompto squawks in indignation, and Ravus can't help but laugh against his shoulder as Gladiolus returns inside the palace.
“Geez, sorry about him. We try and try to train him to have some decency but...”
“It is fine. I am glad that your friends are so accepting.”
Ravus feels no shame about this, about himself or his preferences, but he had known he would need Prompto's friends blessings for....whatever this was. If it was even a thing.
“Did I overstep?”
He looks up at Prompto, ready to be dismissed and to apologise for wanting more than he deserves, but Prompto laughs and lightly smacks his right shoulder with the flat of his hand.
“You're an idiot.”
He says, and Ravus opens his mouth to ask what he means but then Prompto is kissing him and it doesn't matter. It doesn't matter at all.
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Re: [Fill] Prompto/Ravus - Show me where my Armour ends (2/6)
Date: 2017-03-05 02:06 pm (UTC)The first time they meet properly, in a neutral situation and all the time in the world, is three weeks after Noctis ascends the throne. It's been a long three weeks for all of them. Ravus has never spent so much time in meetings, or stood in front of various desks and thrones as he tries to undo the damage from the war, and from his involvement in it. Lunafreya is still too weak to leave her bed, and Ravus wants this mess cleaned up before she does. He won't be the source of her unhappiness and worry ever again.
His meetings with King Noctis always seem to last the longest; Lucis has the most to rebuild of all of them, and Ravus is still working past his dislike of their young monarch. He can see now why Lunafreya had always placed so much faith in him, and part of it irks Ravus, though part of him is proud, relieved that his sister has such a dedicated and honest friend and ally in Noctis.
Their appointment in Ravus's office (formerly his mother's, Luna wanted nothing to do with it, and Ravus finds the place with its blue-tinted windows and rows of potted plants relaxing) overruns by an hour, and Ravus feels wrung out and tired even though it had been amicable, and the subject matter light. Noctis goes off in the direction of Luna's room, and Ravus stands in the doorway until he can no longer hear footsteps. He leaves his office door ajar for Pryna, the dog still asleep on the cushion beside his desk, and goes out into the palace grounds. Breathing in the cooling evening air, he sits on one of the nearby benches, cradles his prosthetic arm in his other hand, and closes his eyes.
“Does it hurt?”
Ravus startles, turns around so fast that he nearly upsets his position, and he settles just barely, when he recognises Prompto there.
“Good evening.”
Prompto smiles sheepishly at him and slowly closes the gap between them, his steps muffled by the long grass. He's wearing the King'sGlaive uniform this time, and Ravus has to concentrate to avoid his thoughts wandering, not least of all because he's sure that it's not at all acceptable to be thinking these sorts of things about the sworn guard of another monarch. It must not show on his face at least, as Prompto sits beside him, close enough that Ravus can feel the warmth from his body.
“Luna said I might find you out here.”
Ravus stares off at the flowers, focussing on the way their petals are drooping and pressing closed as the light fades, a light breeze disturbing them no and then, and he doesn't look at Prompto until he speaks again.
“Or did you want to be alone? Geez, sorry, I'm not great with that kinda stuff, I-”
“Stay.”
Ravus grasps Prompto's wrist with his right hand before he can get up, takes it back when their eyes meet and resumes applying light pressure to the place where his flesh meets the metal casing.
“I apologise. I am not of terribly good company.”
They haven't spoken about what happened in Gralea, or on the train back home, and Ravus has wondered more than once if it even happened, or if his mind had simply supplied him with a happy dream.
“Well, why not?”
It's an innocent enough question, but when Ravus gives it thought it threatens to leave his carefully controlled emotions exposed to this man, and he's not ready, not strong enough...
“I cannot...It is..”
Ravus feels his guilt like a physical wound, and looks away when Prompto tilts his head to try and catch his eye.
“I apologise.”
“Noct said you're doing that a lot lately. You know you don't have to, right?”
Ravus has heard the same words from Luna more than several times in these past few months, and he finds it somehow harder to brush off when they are coming from his man before him, and when he risks a glance sideways, Prompto is watching him intently, his body leant towards Ravus and one hand just a hair's breadth from his thigh.
“Can I hug you?”
The question is absolutely the last thing Ravus had expected to hear from anyone, let alone this near enough stranger, and he finds himself unable to recall the last time someone had done this since his mother had been killed all those years ago.
His silence and stillness seems to inspire a moment of defiance in Prompto, as he grins at Ravus all the same and scoots closer on the bench so that their hips and legs are touching now, and Prompto's hand skirts delicately over Ravus's left shoulder before moving across his back and Ravus lets himself fall against Prompto's chest.
He's warm against Ravus's skin, and his arms are deceptively strong and firm around him, even as Prompto has to kneel up to compensate for his shorter height. The angle is awkward, and one of the buttons on the front of Prompto's uniform coat is digging into his cheek, but Ravus can't bring himself to complain as he shifts his position just enough to make it easier, his right hand resting on Prompto's shoulder as he keeps his left arm in his lap.
“Does it hurt? Your arm?”
Prompto repeats his question and Ravus shakes his head minutely so as not to disturb Prompto's position around him. He smells like grass and fabric soap, and just a little bit of cologne, and Ravus breathes in deeply and steadily to try and memorise it, his eyes closing in concentration.
“Not especially.”
It aches at the join, but this is nothing new and not worth mentioning, and when Prompto's hand rests over the seam once more Ravus flinches just barely, unused to such gentle touches against it, and he sighs into Prompto's neck as the warmth against his arm numbs the pain just enough for it to slip under his radar.
They stay like that for a while in silence. The sky grows darker with the setting sun, the slivered new moon not big enough to cast any more light down on them than the yellowed glow from the windows, but they don't yet pull apart. The air is colder, but Ravus doesn't quite feel it between Prompto's arms and the hard line of his body pressing up against him, and if Prompto does then he says nothing.
The moment breaks when Ravus hears footsteps on the stone walkway, and they both look up. Ravus recognises the form of Noctis's shield, and he looks at Prompto as he expects him to pull away, but the blond man doesn't move.
“You'll catch a cold like that. We're having dinner soon, if you two want to join us. Iggy's cooking.”
That spurs Prompto into motion, though he doesn't so much pull away, as adjust his position around Ravus so that he can look at Gladiolus.
“We'll see.”
Ravus watches Gladiolus's shield shrug.
“Alright then. Don't do anything I wouldn't, there's condoms in the pack somewhere if you need 'em.”
Prompto squawks in indignation, and Ravus can't help but laugh against his shoulder as Gladiolus returns inside the palace.
“Geez, sorry about him. We try and try to train him to have some decency but...”
“It is fine. I am glad that your friends are so accepting.”
Ravus feels no shame about this, about himself or his preferences, but he had known he would need Prompto's friends blessings for....whatever this was. If it was even a thing.
“Did I overstep?”
He looks up at Prompto, ready to be dismissed and to apologise for wanting more than he deserves, but Prompto laughs and lightly smacks his right shoulder with the flat of his hand.
“You're an idiot.”
He says, and Ravus opens his mouth to ask what he means but then Prompto is kissing him and it doesn't matter. It doesn't matter at all.