[It really shouldn't affect him as much as it does, this little gift of Noct's. It's apparent as soon as he looks at it just how much time and effort must've gone into assembling it — almost as much, perhaps, as trying to perfect a particular pastry just for the sake of seeing a loved one smile. The thoughtfulness is the same; each page is carefully constructed, however simple in form it might be, and as he flips through the pages, he finds himself quietly warming from the care and attention it offers to him.
They're not all obvious reasons; they're not all lovers' notions. Some of them are sweeter things, more specific things. Things that only someone who cares deeply about him would have observed and remarked on. This is a gift that only Noctis could have given him; it's a recognition that moves him more and more, with every page he turns.
But perhaps the best part of it all is what he discovers isn't included in the book — no talk of sacrifice, no words that invoke thoughts of duty or loyalty or even honor. It's all just for him, not for the role that he serves, and that's the part that makes him choke up a little, in the end.
He gets up, holding the book like it's something precious, and goes to find Noct.]
[ Noctis has been very careful never to mention anything about his duty, his loyalty or his work -- so much of his life has been about his loyalty and his position as chamberlain to the king. a great honour, no doubt, but that's not why Noctis treasures and loves him.
It's a collection of the tiniest things and every intimate observation he has of him, the freckles along his shoulder, the mole above the cleft of his ass, the gorgeous line of his jaw, his kindness and intelligence.
All of it has to do with him and not anyone else -- his charm is deliciously rousing, his wit and awkwardness making him even more perfect. Noctis is careful to detail his perceived flaws as something they truly are: desirable and loved.
Today is his day. Today, everything is about him.
Noctis, awkward and not about to witness all the schmoopy things that come from the gift he has given him, is lurking hopefully outside, petting Spot but hoping that Ignis doesn't think his gift too shabby after what Ignis had given him. ]
[Well, that's certainly an initial giveaway, isn't it, of just how well the gift had been received. Likewise is the way he wastes no time in crossing over to Noctis and slinging an arm around his waist to pull him in for a kiss.]
[ Noctis is relaxing into a smile when Ignis comes out and draws him in for a kiss, happily wrapping his arms around him. He opens up under his mouth, giving him a light squeeze. ]
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They're not all obvious reasons; they're not all lovers' notions. Some of them are sweeter things, more specific things. Things that only someone who cares deeply about him would have observed and remarked on. This is a gift that only Noctis could have given him; it's a recognition that moves him more and more, with every page he turns.
But perhaps the best part of it all is what he discovers isn't included in the book — no talk of sacrifice, no words that invoke thoughts of duty or loyalty or even honor. It's all just for him, not for the role that he serves, and that's the part that makes him choke up a little, in the end.
He gets up, holding the book like it's something precious, and goes to find Noct.]
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It's a collection of the tiniest things and every intimate observation he has of him, the freckles along his shoulder, the mole above the cleft of his ass, the gorgeous line of his jaw, his kindness and intelligence.
All of it has to do with him and not anyone else -- his charm is deliciously rousing, his wit and awkwardness making him even more perfect. Noctis is careful to detail his perceived flaws as something they truly are: desirable and loved.
Today is his day. Today, everything is about him.
Noctis, awkward and not about to witness all the schmoopy things that come from the gift he has given him, is lurking hopefully outside, petting Spot but hoping that Ignis doesn't think his gift too shabby after what Ignis had given him. ]
Hey.
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[Well, that's certainly an initial giveaway, isn't it, of just how well the gift had been received. Likewise is the way he wastes no time in crossing over to Noctis and slinging an arm around his waist to pull him in for a kiss.]
I found the gift.
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[ Noctis is relaxing into a smile when Ignis comes out and draws him in for a kiss, happily wrapping his arms around him. He opens up under his mouth, giving him a light squeeze. ]
So you liked it, huh.