[ She hopes that he'll tell her one day, because what she said earlier still rings true and always will so long as she's still breathing: she wants to help him on his endeavors the same as he's helping her. She'll have to figure out a way to do that. But at least, for right now, she can try and take his mind off of those negative things for a little while.
Even right now, she can tell that he's a little bit preoccupied in thoughts that are not of the here and now. And whether he truly likes it or not, he is currently stuck with a lap full of extremely affectionate Oracle, who has no plans on letting up in her affections any time soon.
She does realize he's still wearing his glasses, not that she particularly minds, though at some point she'll... probably have to remove them, as to not smudge them up or worse, accidentally break them. She can heal physical wounds, but objects? Not so much.
As far as she is concerned, Akira deserves the world and far more than that. It's why she's not at all holding back on her affections, she's certainly got nothing to be shy about, and besides, he doesn't exactly seem opposed to them. Not right now, at least.
She smiles at him as their foreheads press together, enjoying the closeness, and she sweeps her fingers gently through his hair, pushing the dark strands away from his face. ]
That may be, but I recognized you as Arsène, not Joker.
[ And pretty quickly, too. Brushing her thumbs across his cheeks, she hums softly. ]
Years before I met Noctis, I had a dream about a young man with black hair and grey eyes. I don't remember the finer details, mind you, but the one word that came to mind when I woke up was Arsène. I had that dream over and over again throughout the years... when I was little, I didn't understand it at first. I assumed I was simply dreaming of Noctis.
[ Prophetic dreams and all, as both Oracle and King are want to have whether they want them or not. ]
That day in the car, I can remember not being able to really see much of your face, but I saw your eyes. I've never met anyone with such pretty eyes, and it just suddenly hit me. That's why I called you Arsène that day... when you didn't try to deny it, I realized that it was you I'd been dreaming about. Which probably sounds a little... [ ...Crazy? ] unbelievable. But I promise, it is true.
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Even right now, she can tell that he's a little bit preoccupied in thoughts that are not of the here and now. And whether he truly likes it or not, he is currently stuck with a lap full of extremely affectionate Oracle, who has no plans on letting up in her affections any time soon.
She does realize he's still wearing his glasses, not that she particularly minds, though at some point she'll... probably have to remove them, as to not smudge them up or worse, accidentally break them. She can heal physical wounds, but objects? Not so much.
As far as she is concerned, Akira deserves the world and far more than that. It's why she's not at all holding back on her affections, she's certainly got nothing to be shy about, and besides, he doesn't exactly seem opposed to them. Not right now, at least.
She smiles at him as their foreheads press together, enjoying the closeness, and she sweeps her fingers gently through his hair, pushing the dark strands away from his face. ]
That may be, but I recognized you as Arsène, not Joker.
[ And pretty quickly, too. Brushing her thumbs across his cheeks, she hums softly. ]
Years before I met Noctis, I had a dream about a young man with black hair and grey eyes. I don't remember the finer details, mind you, but the one word that came to mind when I woke up was Arsène. I had that dream over and over again throughout the years... when I was little, I didn't understand it at first. I assumed I was simply dreaming of Noctis.
[ Prophetic dreams and all, as both Oracle and King are want to have whether they want them or not. ]
That day in the car, I can remember not being able to really see much of your face, but I saw your eyes. I've never met anyone with such pretty eyes, and it just suddenly hit me. That's why I called you Arsène that day... when you didn't try to deny it, I realized that it was you I'd been dreaming about. Which probably sounds a little... [ ...Crazy? ] unbelievable. But I promise, it is true.