[ It doesn't occur to him that this would be a momentous thing for Ignis -- it hadn't occurred to him that perhaps Ignis needs this, too, and Noctis feels his own heart stir. He's momentarily thwarted from kissing that pretty, pretty mouth, and Noctis listens, hands coming to rest on Ignis' chest, to feel the familiar rhythm of his heart.
It would be easy, he supposes, but that's not what Noctis wants. He's lived most of his life being put on a damn pedestal, and what he loves about his friends is that to a great extent they don't do that, and to slowly but definitely wean Ignis off of it is the order of the day, too.
He presses his nose to his now, a small smile tugging at his mouth. ]
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It would be easy, he supposes, but that's not what Noctis wants. He's lived most of his life being put on a damn pedestal, and what he loves about his friends is that to a great extent they don't do that, and to slowly but definitely wean Ignis off of it is the order of the day, too.
He presses his nose to his now, a small smile tugging at his mouth. ]
I want you to show me. What's Ignis the man like?