[She offers it with a dry tone, and an equally sarcastic roll of her eyes.
For all the strength that she carries in her core, for all the training she's had to do, Lightning Farron never imagined she would be bested by a fishing line as it falls limp in the saddest way. She can hear Noctis trying to mask the laughter in his voice, and she would shoot him a daggered stare if it weren't for the fact that he reaches out to help her with it. Together, they move their arms, casting it back and then forward in a single, skilled motion until the lure flies out over the water and lands several feet into the lake with a far more satisfying sound, and it's there that it sinks.
It's almost infuriating how much better he is at this than she is, and she wonders to herself how much of it is him just showing off. Though, Noctis never did cross her as the typeβshe's really just searching for ways to make herself feel better about being so embarrassing right off the bat.
So, it's with a flush in her cheeks that she watches her line bob idly on the rippling surface of the lake, mesmerized momentarily by the way it shines in the light of the sunrise.
In that singular quiet moment, she comes to understand just what it is about fishing that appeals to someone like Noctis. It's silent, serene, and surprisingly calming as she listens to the sounds around them. The birds rising, the wind as it sweeps over the water, until her focus tunes into the man next to her. The light shuffle of his feet, his steady breathingβ
All of that peace broken by his voice and the bobbing sound of his line when something pulls on it, and Lightning's eyes go wide as she watches him, a hand letting go of her rod to reach out for his like she's not sure if she should help...!?]
Looks like.
[Lightning steps closer until she's almost shoulder-to-shoulder with him.]
Do you need... Do I need to do something?
[She might be both internally panicking and flustered all at once.]
no subject
[She offers it with a dry tone, and an equally sarcastic roll of her eyes.
For all the strength that she carries in her core, for all the training she's had to do, Lightning Farron never imagined she would be bested by a fishing line as it falls limp in the saddest way. She can hear Noctis trying to mask the laughter in his voice, and she would shoot him a daggered stare if it weren't for the fact that he reaches out to help her with it. Together, they move their arms, casting it back and then forward in a single, skilled motion until the lure flies out over the water and lands several feet into the lake with a far more satisfying sound, and it's there that it sinks.
It's almost infuriating how much better he is at this than she is, and she wonders to herself how much of it is him just showing off. Though, Noctis never did cross her as the typeβshe's really just searching for ways to make herself feel better about being so embarrassing right off the bat.
So, it's with a flush in her cheeks that she watches her line bob idly on the rippling surface of the lake, mesmerized momentarily by the way it shines in the light of the sunrise.
In that singular quiet moment, she comes to understand just what it is about fishing that appeals to someone like Noctis. It's silent, serene, and surprisingly calming as she listens to the sounds around them. The birds rising, the wind as it sweeps over the water, until her focus tunes into the man next to her. The light shuffle of his feet, his steady breathingβ
All of that peace broken by his voice and the bobbing sound of his line when something pulls on it, and Lightning's eyes go wide as she watches him, a hand letting go of her rod to reach out for his like she's not sure if she should help...!?]
Looks like.
[Lightning steps closer until she's almost shoulder-to-shoulder with him.]
Do you need... Do I need to do something?
[She might be both internally panicking and flustered all at once.]