[ It breaks his heart that this is surprising to Ignis, or something of any note. Noctis has never needed him to be any more than who he is, which is already pretty damn great, and yet, all his life he has been groomed to be by his side as his right hand.
And now, here they are. They're careful, searching out the best way to approach each other, learning from so many, many past mistakes, from the little snippets of each other they've discovered along the way. Noctis has learned much about Ignis and has loved him all the more for it. He's cupping his face and leaning to kiss him, admiring the vulnerability in his eyes, and how, right now, he seems even more human, open and young and soft.
He's shaking his head at him before pursuing him for another kiss. ] You're not a tool -- you're Ignis. A person. [ My person. ] Enough, and too damn amazing.
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[ It breaks his heart that this is surprising to Ignis, or something of any note. Noctis has never needed him to be any more than who he is, which is already pretty damn great, and yet, all his life he has been groomed to be by his side as his right hand.
And now, here they are. They're careful, searching out the best way to approach each other, learning from so many, many past mistakes, from the little snippets of each other they've discovered along the way. Noctis has learned much about Ignis and has loved him all the more for it. He's cupping his face and leaning to kiss him, admiring the vulnerability in his eyes, and how, right now, he seems even more human, open and young and soft.
He's shaking his head at him before pursuing him for another kiss. ] You're not a tool -- you're Ignis. A person. [ My person. ] Enough, and too damn amazing.