Three times Noctis enjoyed being tickled and one time he didn’t.
Time 2 – Luna
Noctis is ten years old, and he is sitting with Luna on a bench in a Lush garden, surrounded by flowers. He has finally fully recovered from the attack by the Marilith; the tragic event that took the life of his governess and almost his own.
He thinks about her now, staring at a butterfly that flitted from flower to flower.
Luna notices her friend’s melancholy and gently lays a hand on his.
Noctis looks at her and she smiles sweetly. He smiles back, but ti’s a crooked half smile that causes Luna’s brow to crease in concern.
“What’s wrong, Noctis?” she asks.
Noctis shrugs and looks down at the flower in Luna’s other hand. “Nothing really.”
Luna giggles. “Don’t lie to me, Noctis. We know each other too well by now.”
Noctis frowns. “Yeah I guess. Don’t really want to talk about it right now.”
“That’s alright. But at least stop frowning.”
Once again Noctis looks up at her and tries to smile, but she is obviously not convinced.
“You can do better than that,” she teases and pokes him right above the belly button.
Noctis giggles and tries to poke her back, but she blocks herself by bringing her arms up and curling in on herself.
“Not fair!” Noctis protests and reaches around her. Luna takes the opening quickly and jabs a finger into his underarm. Noctis practically shrieks and flinches back hard enough to knock himself off of the bench and onto the ground flat on his back.
Luna does not miss a beat, kneeling beside him, her flower forgotten on the ground, and assaults his chest, sides, and stomach with both hands. “NOW you’re smiling!”
“I can’t help it,” he laughs and tries to push her hands away to no avail.
Luna moves her hands increasingly faster, learning and focusing on the spots that elicit the loudest laughter from Noctis until he begins to scream and tears well up in his eyes.
“LUNA! THAT’S ENOUGH! I FEEL BETTER NOW, STOOOP!”
Luna, laughing as well, shows mercy and stops suddenly. She stands and smooths her dress looking down at Noctis, still panting and sniffling on the ground. “Get off the ground now, you’re going to get your cloths all dirty.”
She holds out a hand to help him up, which he takes begrudgingly. “You started it.”
Luna hoists Noctis to his feet, perhaps a bit to quickly because he stumbles into her, causing her to stumble as well and they both topple over back onto the bench. They both laugh at their clumsiness, arms still around each other from trying to catch themselves. When they catch their breath, they find that they are looking at each other, still smiling.
“You know, Noctis? I really like you.”
Noctis blushed brightly and looks away. “I...um...I really like you too, Luna.”
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Fill 2/4 - Noctis - Tickle Torture
Date: 2017-03-31 11:20 pm (UTC)Time 2 – Luna
Noctis is ten years old, and he is sitting with Luna on a bench in a Lush garden, surrounded by flowers. He has finally fully recovered from the attack by the Marilith; the tragic event that took the life of his governess and almost his own.
He thinks about her now, staring at a butterfly that flitted from flower to flower.
Luna notices her friend’s melancholy and gently lays a hand on his.
Noctis looks at her and she smiles sweetly. He smiles back, but ti’s a crooked half smile that causes Luna’s brow to crease in concern.
“What’s wrong, Noctis?” she asks.
Noctis shrugs and looks down at the flower in Luna’s other hand. “Nothing really.”
Luna giggles. “Don’t lie to me, Noctis. We know each other too well by now.”
Noctis frowns. “Yeah I guess. Don’t really want to talk about it right now.”
“That’s alright. But at least stop frowning.”
Once again Noctis looks up at her and tries to smile, but she is obviously not convinced.
“You can do better than that,” she teases and pokes him right above the belly button.
Noctis giggles and tries to poke her back, but she blocks herself by bringing her arms up and curling in on herself.
“Not fair!” Noctis protests and reaches around her. Luna takes the opening quickly and jabs a finger into his underarm. Noctis practically shrieks and flinches back hard enough to knock himself off of the bench and onto the ground flat on his back.
Luna does not miss a beat, kneeling beside him, her flower forgotten on the ground, and assaults his chest, sides, and stomach with both hands. “NOW you’re smiling!”
“I can’t help it,” he laughs and tries to push her hands away to no avail.
Luna moves her hands increasingly faster, learning and focusing on the spots that elicit the loudest laughter from Noctis until he begins to scream and tears well up in his eyes.
“LUNA! THAT’S ENOUGH! I FEEL BETTER NOW, STOOOP!”
Luna, laughing as well, shows mercy and stops suddenly. She stands and smooths her dress looking down at Noctis, still panting and sniffling on the ground. “Get off the ground now, you’re going to get your cloths all dirty.”
She holds out a hand to help him up, which he takes begrudgingly. “You started it.”
Luna hoists Noctis to his feet, perhaps a bit to quickly because he stumbles into her, causing her to stumble as well and they both topple over back onto the bench. They both laugh at their clumsiness, arms still around each other from trying to catch themselves. When they catch their breath, they find that they are looking at each other, still smiling.
“You know, Noctis? I really like you.”
Noctis blushed brightly and looks away. “I...um...I really like you too, Luna.”