[She looks at him, he looks at her, she looks away... It's a strange, almost uncomfortable dance that their eyes play with each other as he wanders over to check the lure, and she is ever grateful for having something else to focus on. Under an observant gaze—maybe a little too much so, she belatedly realizes—she doesn't miss the way he fixes the knot, or the way his hands so skillfully do so, and it's that thought that has her tearing her eyes away to the lake. Her pride isn't wounded, nor would it have been if he had simply told her that she had done it all wrong, that she would have caught nothing with a sad knot like that, but that isn't to say that she's unappreciative of the subtlety of it. This is her first time doing something like this, ever, so she was bound to make mistakes.
So, when he offers it back to her, she lets those thoughts settle, the lure resting delicately in the palm of her hand as she watches Noctis make his way down to the end of the deck and, without even a passing thought, throws his line out into the water.
And she can tell that he already is starting to feel more relaxed.
Something that's always nice to see as he sheds all the burdens of royalty just to... fish, and Lightning remembers the entire reason that they came out here in the first place. It isn't about her—it never is. It isn't about how she's a fish out of water (pun intended), nor is it really about her learning how to fish for herself, but rather, for him.
She could chalk it up to him being her prince, and to her being sworn to protect him, but...
As she walks up to his side with something of a crooked smile and a scoff of laughter, she starts to wonder if maybe that's not all there is to it.]
I'd be more offended if you did.
[Lightning mimics the movements he had just done by throwing his line into the water—she winds her arms back, and then pulls them forward with a bit of momentum, and then—
plop.
It falls unceremoniously into the lake directly in front of her...]
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So, when he offers it back to her, she lets those thoughts settle, the lure resting delicately in the palm of her hand as she watches Noctis make his way down to the end of the deck and, without even a passing thought, throws his line out into the water.
And she can tell that he already is starting to feel more relaxed.
Something that's always nice to see as he sheds all the burdens of royalty just to... fish, and Lightning remembers the entire reason that they came out here in the first place. It isn't about her—it never is. It isn't about how she's a fish out of water (pun intended), nor is it really about her learning how to fish for herself, but rather, for him.
She could chalk it up to him being her prince, and to her being sworn to protect him, but...
As she walks up to his side with something of a crooked smile and a scoff of laughter, she starts to wonder if maybe that's not all there is to it.]
I'd be more offended if you did.
[Lightning mimics the movements he had just done by throwing his line into the water—she winds her arms back, and then pulls them forward with a bit of momentum, and then—
plop.
It falls unceremoniously into the lake directly in front of her...]