[It's a struggle, to keep his voice even, when he wants so badly to insist on it. He wants to fight for Noctis, wants to throw himself bodily into trying to keep him, into defending him from everything — but they've been down that road before, and he knows already where it ends.
This time is quieter. This time, perhaps they'll get it right — or at least, righter than they've gotten it before.]
[ And if there isn't? Noctis is dying to ask, but he dreads the answer when he can't even bring himself to register his own. The disappointment would be too much -- and he presses his face to his neck, desperate to hide himself in him.
He's not a saviour, or a prince, or a king right now. Right now he just wants to be someone normal with the extraordinary man that he loves. ]
This love of ours was born itself from the both of us choosing to take a chance on happiness.
[His voice is soft as he gathers Noct up, letting him hide, holding him close and presenting as much of a steady support as he can.]
It meant overstepping my boundaries as your advisor. Meant risking our existing bond on the chance of a different one. We could've chosen to simply accept things the way that they were, and always wondered what might have been.
[He turns his head, chuffing a kiss against Noct's hair.]
We took the chance on each other once. Couldn't it be worth it, to take a chance again?
[ Noctis doesn't hide for much longer, looking up at his words when he presses kisses in his hair. His hands come up now, because Ignis' words make sense -- damn it, he does make sense, and that's what he loves and hates most about him. They took a chance together on this, and look where they are now. Noctis is happier than he's ever been in a long time, so maybe, just maybe, they could try it.
He cups his face in sword-calloused hands, thumbs smoothing over those lovely cheekbones as he looks upon him, casting his own anxiety to the side, just for a little while. His eyes, gods, his eyes are so beautiful. ]
So we have to try. And -- and if it doesn't work... at least you know that I really, really love you.
No matter what we do, Noct, I know that you really, really love me.
[He pauses, averting his eyes just for a second, and then lets them drift back as, not for the first time and not for the last, he allows just a hint of blasphemy to touch his lips.]
And whatever else you might do, for love of the world and everyone in it...I'll always know that you loved me just a little bit more than everyone else.
[ Oh. Oh, that's a cheeky one, Ignis. He laughs a little, softly, and he's leaning up to kiss him. ]
Never thought you'd say that.
[ Because isn't his Ignis all about decorum and what's politically correct? He likes this saucy, wicked part of him, and he pushes away the bittersweet longing, the small, traitorous thoughts of why, just why can't he have something normal and good with the man that he loves. ]
I do love you a chunk more than anyone else. [ He's pressing his forehead to his. ]
And if we succeed, you're gonna get the dubious gift of me growing all old and wrinkly. With a beard. [ He pauses. ] Do you like beards?
[ Noctis protests, but then his hand is sliding down Ignis' smooth jaw, stroking over his chin, before he presses a kiss over it briefly because god, Ignis is really beautiful. ]
Have you ever tried? I don't think I've ever seen you with as much as a shadow.
I've not. I look hideous with one, for one thing, and it makes me look like a child pretending at being older than I am, for another. Not the sort of image I wanted around the Citadel.
[He purrs softly at being petted, tilting his head to accept the kiss he's offered.]
So I make certain to groom myself properly. As is right to do.
[ Why hasn't Ignis told him? But Noctis is happy to keep Ignis purring, happy to share these precious moments of intimacy between them in the wake of what is almost certainly some sort of progress. ]
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[It's a struggle, to keep his voice even, when he wants so badly to insist on it. He wants to fight for Noctis, wants to throw himself bodily into trying to keep him, into defending him from everything — but they've been down that road before, and he knows already where it ends.
This time is quieter. This time, perhaps they'll get it right — or at least, righter than they've gotten it before.]
Are you willing to look for it, with me?
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He's not a saviour, or a prince, or a king right now. Right now he just wants to be someone normal with the extraordinary man that he loves. ]
Do you think it's the right thing to do?
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[His voice is soft as he gathers Noct up, letting him hide, holding him close and presenting as much of a steady support as he can.]
It meant overstepping my boundaries as your advisor. Meant risking our existing bond on the chance of a different one. We could've chosen to simply accept things the way that they were, and always wondered what might have been.
[He turns his head, chuffing a kiss against Noct's hair.]
We took the chance on each other once. Couldn't it be worth it, to take a chance again?
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He cups his face in sword-calloused hands, thumbs smoothing over those lovely cheekbones as he looks upon him, casting his own anxiety to the side, just for a little while. His eyes, gods, his eyes are so beautiful. ]
So we have to try. And -- and if it doesn't work... at least you know that I really, really love you.
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[He pauses, averting his eyes just for a second, and then lets them drift back as, not for the first time and not for the last, he allows just a hint of blasphemy to touch his lips.]
And whatever else you might do, for love of the world and everyone in it...I'll always know that you loved me just a little bit more than everyone else.
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Never thought you'd say that.
[ Because isn't his Ignis all about decorum and what's politically correct? He likes this saucy, wicked part of him, and he pushes away the bittersweet longing, the small, traitorous thoughts of why, just why can't he have something normal and good with the man that he loves. ]
I do love you a chunk more than anyone else. [ He's pressing his forehead to his. ]
And if we succeed, you're gonna get the dubious gift of me growing all old and wrinkly. With a beard. [ He pauses. ] Do you like beards?
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[He'll look like his father if he does, Ignis knows, which is precisely why he doesn't say that part of it.]
Shall I grow one as well?
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[ Noctis protests, but then his hand is sliding down Ignis' smooth jaw, stroking over his chin, before he presses a kiss over it briefly because god, Ignis is really beautiful. ]
Have you ever tried? I don't think I've ever seen you with as much as a shadow.
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[He purrs softly at being petted, tilting his head to accept the kiss he's offered.]
So I make certain to groom myself properly. As is right to do.
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[ Why hasn't Ignis told him? But Noctis is happy to keep Ignis purring, happy to share these precious moments of intimacy between them in the wake of what is almost certainly some sort of progress. ]