me when explaining why i dont like a ship
`•.¸☆ — Her luck seemed to be terrible. Of course it had to be on the lips. Shuffling her feet, she swayed back and forth as she bit her lip and contemplated how to go about doing this. Noctis spoke of the kiss as if it was no big deal, something perhaps he was used to. The thought made her annoyed for some reason, but now wasn’t the time to ponder why. Rinoa ran a hand through her hair, blowing a breath out through pinched lips. She was giving herself a mental boost, chanting just do it over and over as if it would strengthen her resolve.
"…. let’s do it at the same time," she blurted suddenly, her wide eyes telling him she had surprised herself with the choice of words. "Er, I mean if we both do it then it’s not as weird. Since you’d be… and I’d be… ugh. You know what I mean!" The sorceress was flustered and it was grinding on her nerves. She wasn’t the type to get all tongue-tied, that was for other girls. But this entire situation had thrown her off-balance. The sooner it was over and done with, the better off she’d feel.
Rinoa closed her eyes and took a deep breath before stepping as close to him as she could manage without standing ontop of his feet. She lifted her chin and leaned in, waiting blindly for him to do the same.
"Pssh," he scoffed, blushing lightly once more. Yeah, he knew what she meant. Noctis had tried to make this seem like no big deal, just something that would basically, save his life. He’d been trying to convince them both, but he wasn’t sure if either of them actually believed him. Now, looking down at her cute face as she waited for him to make a move, he found it extremely difficult to do so. Did he want to kiss her? Yes. Did he need to kiss her? Yes. Then what was his problem? Why was he acting like some scared twelve-year-old? Moron, he thought to himself before forcing his body to move, leaning down and pressing his lips to hers.
He made sure to stay for at least a second, just to be sure, then pulled away and quickly avoiding eye contact with her. Instead, he brought his arm up and focused on that. Before his eyes, its form started to solidify, and his fingers reappeared. He clenched his fist a couple of times, then gripped it with his other hand. It was solid and tangible. Sighing in relief, he turned back to Rinoa, a small smile on his face. ”Thank you,” he said to her.
`•.¸☆ — She stepped back a step, caught off-guard by his response. Noctis had never once raised his voice in such a manner before. If she had doubted him before, that was no longer the case. There was an alarming sincerity in his words and then there was the little factor of his disappearing body parts. Rinoa shuddered involuntary when he waved his arm at her and it passed right through her as if he was a spirit. Creepy!
Okay, she needed to reevaluate this entire situation. Breathing in deeply, she began to go over the facts in her mind. Disappearing limbs. Check. That was supposedly the result of having a spell cast on him. Check. And now he needed a kiss from her or he’d die. Check… no, wait. That was the part she didn’t understand. How was a kiss supposed to lift a spell? Things such as that only worked in fairy tales — the stories you read children, not in real life. She rubbed the side of her head and sighed again, lifting her head to look at the dark-haired male. Her cheeks felt warm and she nearly groaned at the realization that she was more than likely blushing. "Let me get this straight. All you need is one kiss and all of this will go away? You’ll go back to normal?”
Brown eyes drifted to the side, unable to look at him directly. This was so embarrassing! The moment he was healed, she was so going to make him pay up. "… where am I supposed to kiss you?" she asked hopefully, praying it wasn’t an obvious place.
Wow he felt like a dick for yelling at her. Even if he had good reason, but he would worry about it later. At least she believed him now. What the hell kind of spell was this, anyway? This whole kiss business was fairy-tale stuff, and he shouldn’t be dealing with it in real life. From his having to raise his voice at Rinoa, to actually fading from existence, to the method to break the spell, everything about this sucked.
By now, his usual, annoying shyness was starting to take over once more, and he started to blush, and couldn’t look her directly in the eye anymore. "That’s my understanding, yeah," he said with a shrug. He remembered how, earlier, that girl Namine had kissed him on his elbow, and it had done nothing. "And I’m guessing lips. Someone had kissed my arm earlier, and well…" He didn’t think he needed to say that it hadn’t worked, since both of his hands were now disappearing. "It’ll just take a small one. No need for full-on tongue action or anything like that," he joked, trying to lift the tension.
"Uh… none. Had some crushes when I was younger, though, and almost had a girlfriend once."
`•.¸☆ — She raised an eyebrow when he presented his arm and lips parted to inquire what his point was, but instead closed and sucked in a quick breathe of air. His entire forearm was glimmering as if it were shifting from being visible and transparent and his finger were gone. What type of sorcery was this? If it was his idea of a practical joke, she was not amused. Rinoa prepared to tell him just that, but something about his demeanor led to her believe this was serious.
His pat of reassurance did relieve a little of the tension in her body, but it did nothing to alleviate her concern for his strange condition. “What is this? What happened to you? What—” Words halted as he interrupted to explain that he needed her help. Well, that was a given. Of course she’d offer him any assistance that she could. He was her friend and friends were supposed to look out for one another—
Wait… what did he just ask her to do?
Rinoa blinked, an incredulous expression plastered on her face. Surely she must have heard him wrong. It must have been that, yes, for there was simply no way he had just ask her to kiss him. For starters, what would kissing solve? And why would he want a kiss? Hadn’t he already commented on how she was like a little sister to him? Lips pursed at the mere thought — she still needed to scold him for that comment… She waited for the punchline or an explanation, but as he did not provide one should could only assume she’d heard him correctly the first time. Fine, she’d play his game for now. "You’ve been watching too many tv shows, Noctis if that’s your idea of a pick-up line. But then coming from you I supposed it’s what I would expect!"
Noctis groaned irritably. Of course, she wouldn’t believe him and would tease him instead. This was Rinoa he was dealing with. Besides, he wouldn’t have believed him either. But things were dire, and he was fading more and more by the second.
"Hello!" he said, raising his voice, and waved his arm at her. What was still visible passed right through her head and shoulders, which would have freaked him out more if he wasn’t so desperate and annoyed. "I am seriously fading to nothing here! The person that cast this spell on me said it would break if I got someone to kiss me. Believe me, I couldn’t make this crap up." She needed to believe him. Even if he couldn’t convince her quickly enough, if worse came to worse, he could just steal a kiss from her, even though he’d feel like crap doing it. Glancing at his hand on her shoulder, he noticed his fingers had started shimmering. He raised them, and sure enough, he could see through them. "Please, Rinoa?" he asked softly, looking back at her. "I’m dead serious. Emphasis on ‘dead.’ Please, just do it."
why anon, whatever would give you that ide—
…. okay maybe a little
`•.¸☆ — Well this was unusual. He seemed awfully mellow, more than usual and she couldn’t help but be suspicious. Experience had taught her that anytime someone say they were "thinking" it meant that they had something heavy weighing on their mind. She titled her head, staring at his face as she tried to discern what it could be. He had a peculiar expression on his face, she realized, and he was standing awkwardly too. Eyes narrowed, Rinoa stepped forward a bit, leaning in to look directly in his eyes.
She gave him little space to move or try to look away, lifting a hand and poking him in the chest with her index finger. "… don’t think too hard. I wouldn’t want you to implode," she teased lightly. "You okay? Something seems off about you."
"Well, uh…" Deciding it was the easiest way, he lifted his arm to show her. His entire forearm, up to his elbow, shimmered like stained glass, and his fingertips were completely gone. "Not really."
Before she had a chance to freak out, like he thought she might, he put his good hand on her shoulder reassuringly. "Don’t panic or anything, I know how to fix this. Now this might sound weird, but I need your help." He kept his expression calm and serious, but inside, he was a nervous wreck. This was ridiculous. His life was seriously on the line here, he had to stop. He took a breath through his nose, calming his nerves a little. "Kiss me," he said as calmly and casually as he could. "That’ll make it stop. No joke."