[ God, Noah just had to make this hard, didn't he? Not that Haruki himself really gives the other the blame here, he would never think anything bad at all about his prince and - there's no way he can't at least admit it to himself at this point - his crush. But blame aside, there's no doubt about it that it's hard to face the crowd when he can still feel the other's warm hand around his own.
Haruki is not the most bold person, after all. Sure, he managed to become a knihgt, and he can look a little tougher when he has to. At the very least when he's fighting, and whenever there's a possible threat around, then he can at least scrape himself together enough to look intimidating, if not just by telling himself that if he doesn't look like he can stop anything from getting to Noah, Noah's very life could be endangered. So he can usually at least take a deep breath and force himself to look stronger.
But in this case? It feels impossible. He can look strong when he's being Noah's knight, but right now he feels very different from that. Noah kissing him so lovingly, saying all these things to him, holding onto his hand now despite not having to do so in any way. It feels less like being Noah's knight and more like being Noah's--
No, he can't think about that. He shouldn't think about that sort of thing when it's his prince, and he definitely shouldn't think about it right here in front of this big crowd of people. Unless he wants to be the shame of the nation by standing here blushing like an idiot, that is. He just tries to take a deep breath or two, gathering himself together just enough to maybe not entirely look strong, but at least not look like a gooey mess either, no matter what he feels like on the inside. It's taking him all his effort to not be shaking on his legs right now.
So it's very likely that Haruki won't remember a word of the speech either... he probably has no idea what the speech is about even as it's going on with how much he has to focus on the way he's looking right now. But he manages to hold out until the end of the speech, only then daring to cast a small glimpse in the other's direction. ]
My prince...
[ There's a slight sense of desperation in those words, no matter how softly they leave Haruki's mouth. Like it's a desperate request for them to leave the stage now before he will literally die of a heart attack - even though he doesn't voice the request out loud, too afraid it would be too much to ask from someone who's so much higher status-wise than he is.
With the way he's looking right now, it really is a far cry from the guy who was battling so fiercely only a little bit ago. ]
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Haruki is not the most bold person, after all. Sure, he managed to become a knihgt, and he can look a little tougher when he has to. At the very least when he's fighting, and whenever there's a possible threat around, then he can at least scrape himself together enough to look intimidating, if not just by telling himself that if he doesn't look like he can stop anything from getting to Noah, Noah's very life could be endangered. So he can usually at least take a deep breath and force himself to look stronger.
But in this case? It feels impossible. He can look strong when he's being Noah's knight, but right now he feels very different from that. Noah kissing him so lovingly, saying all these things to him, holding onto his hand now despite not having to do so in any way. It feels less like being Noah's knight and more like being Noah's--
No, he can't think about that. He shouldn't think about that sort of thing when it's his prince, and he definitely shouldn't think about it right here in front of this big crowd of people. Unless he wants to be the shame of the nation by standing here blushing like an idiot, that is. He just tries to take a deep breath or two, gathering himself together just enough to maybe not entirely look strong, but at least not look like a gooey mess either, no matter what he feels like on the inside. It's taking him all his effort to not be shaking on his legs right now.
So it's very likely that Haruki won't remember a word of the speech either... he probably has no idea what the speech is about even as it's going on with how much he has to focus on the way he's looking right now. But he manages to hold out until the end of the speech, only then daring to cast a small glimpse in the other's direction. ]
My prince...
[ There's a slight sense of desperation in those words, no matter how softly they leave Haruki's mouth. Like it's a desperate request for them to leave the stage now before he will literally die of a heart attack - even though he doesn't voice the request out loud, too afraid it would be too much to ask from someone who's so much higher status-wise than he is.
With the way he's looking right now, it really is a far cry from the guy who was battling so fiercely only a little bit ago. ]