[ Noctis muses quietly, thinking about the curse, strangely uncomfortable at the parallels -- was Ignis thinking about it, too? Did he wonder about the same thing? Maybe he did. It's why he changed the subject, right?
He's settling on the comforting rise and fall of his chest, an arm around his waist almost possessively, breathing him in.
He's listening, of course. He's always listening, wanting to know just what he has in mind. ]
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[ Noctis muses quietly, thinking about the curse, strangely uncomfortable at the parallels -- was Ignis thinking about it, too? Did he wonder about the same thing? Maybe he did. It's why he changed the subject, right?
He's settling on the comforting rise and fall of his chest, an arm around his waist almost possessively, breathing him in.
He's listening, of course. He's always listening, wanting to know just what he has in mind. ]