Themis cannot help himself when confronted with the warmth of Prompto's smile. He rarely can when confronted with Prompto himself in the first place, leaning in to press his lips to a corner of that familiar grin, pulling the blonde into a brief but exuberant hug. As much as he would like to linger, his partner does have a point. Now that the weather is not entirely unforgiving they can actually venture outside.
"Yes, yes, I will not keep us overlong, no matter how I wish to just look at you." Spending hours staring at his partner does, actually, sound like a good date for Themis. But he had promised more.
Out in the sunlight Prompto's hair looks practically gilded in the light. It catches the sun much like Themis's own does - moonlight instead of sunshine - but the true shine is the energy that the two of them give off. A feedback loop that Themis does not believe he will every grow weary of, energy begetting energy, a binary star system whirling through the cosmos and picking up momentum. The journey is made almost on autopilot with how much attention he's giving Prompto, but his feet do not lead them astray.
"We are here. I had thought this scenery would appeal to your artist's eye," spoken with a smile and an arm sweeping out to show the view. A small hill terminates gently into a shallow stream, the banks of which are lined on the near side with long, soft grass that has been cleared of snow and coaxed into greenery, the far side dominated by a massive willow that sways gently in the breeze. The temperature here is just warm enough to be comfortable, the brisk air still refreshing.
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"Yes, yes, I will not keep us overlong, no matter how I wish to just look at you." Spending hours staring at his partner does, actually, sound like a good date for Themis. But he had promised more.
Out in the sunlight Prompto's hair looks practically gilded in the light. It catches the sun much like Themis's own does - moonlight instead of sunshine - but the true shine is the energy that the two of them give off. A feedback loop that Themis does not believe he will every grow weary of, energy begetting energy, a binary star system whirling through the cosmos and picking up momentum. The journey is made almost on autopilot with how much attention he's giving Prompto, but his feet do not lead them astray.
"We are here. I had thought this scenery would appeal to your artist's eye," spoken with a smile and an arm sweeping out to show the view. A small hill terminates gently into a shallow stream, the banks of which are lined on the near side with long, soft grass that has been cleared of snow and coaxed into greenery, the far side dominated by a massive willow that sways gently in the breeze. The temperature here is just warm enough to be comfortable, the brisk air still refreshing.