[I have built such a deep love for these two together, negl. They are so very special to me. I will have a good think about encounter options--ironically, Nightmare Court would possibly be less brutal than what I had in mind. Re: FF, I have to admit that I've actually never played a full FF game. Not even FFVII. I wasn't gaming at all when it first came out, and I only made it like half way when I picked it up years later. I'm more curious about XV than I've been about any of the others, but unfortunately we don't have a PS4. Alas.]
Given that he was a fair few inches taller and spent most of his days swinging a massive warhammer over his head, Aurus had no trouble at all pulling Charles up at the moments when his strength might have failed him. He kept a close eye on the man, knowing that, dream or not, he was asking him to do something that he would by no means be used to lately.
Really and truly, he hadn't planned it this way, but by the time they made it up to the end of the climb it was hard for him not to wind up with Charles in his arms. It was just a matter of how maneuvering limb to limb and then up onto the broad top of the wall involved the two of them moving--moving so that finally, as Aurus helped Charles up the final stretch, they were left standing face-to-face, chest-to-chest, Aurus's hands on Charles' waist.
It was only by virtue of wanting to make sure he was steady and balanced that Aurus let his hands linger, surely. And it was just by a chance of posture that he found his lips against Charles' hair, nose inhaling the soft scent of his shampoo. He was sure he hadn't intended to let his cheek extend the caress, let his mouth brush Charles' temple. But he caught himself before the touch could get away from him--it was fleeting, only a moment, even though he still hadn't stepped back, still hadn't completely let go. Perhaps he should, but he couldn't quite make himself. Not yet.
Still in that little shell of closeness, he lifted a hand and pointed to the vista they'd come to, the reason that Aurus had brought them up here.
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Given that he was a fair few inches taller and spent most of his days swinging a massive warhammer over his head, Aurus had no trouble at all pulling Charles up at the moments when his strength might have failed him. He kept a close eye on the man, knowing that, dream or not, he was asking him to do something that he would by no means be used to lately.
Really and truly, he hadn't planned it this way, but by the time they made it up to the end of the climb it was hard for him not to wind up with Charles in his arms. It was just a matter of how maneuvering limb to limb and then up onto the broad top of the wall involved the two of them moving--moving so that finally, as Aurus helped Charles up the final stretch, they were left standing face-to-face, chest-to-chest, Aurus's hands on Charles' waist.
It was only by virtue of wanting to make sure he was steady and balanced that Aurus let his hands linger, surely. And it was just by a chance of posture that he found his lips against Charles' hair, nose inhaling the soft scent of his shampoo. He was sure he hadn't intended to let his cheek extend the caress, let his mouth brush Charles' temple. But he caught himself before the touch could get away from him--it was fleeting, only a moment, even though he still hadn't stepped back, still hadn't completely let go. Perhaps he should, but he couldn't quite make himself. Not yet.
Still in that little shell of closeness, he lifted a hand and pointed to the vista they'd come to, the reason that Aurus had brought them up here.