[ Noctis' feelings are dominant over emotions a lot of the time -- of course, he can be coaxed to shelve it, but those instances are incredibly few and far between, and he makes an impatient, annoyed little sound even as he lets go of him and steps into Ignis' circle, wrapping an arm around his waist.
It's instinct, seeking comfort and drawing from Ignis' strength. ]
[ Noctis likes this. He likes that Ignis trusts him enough to lean on him and let him carry some of that weight. He relaxes, supporting him and pressing soft kisses to his neck, unable to resist nosing at one of the fading marks hidden just underneath his collar. Made by him, heh.
But. Focus. ]
I was thinking that I should meet him. One on one. And asking him point blank about it.
And you think that will get you any sort of a reliable answer...how?
[He's responsible enough not to let himself get distracted by the way Noct is kissing him, but it's a nice diversion from the harsh reality of the subject matter. A softening, of sorts.]
If he can't give me a reliable answer, maybe he'll give me an indication of what he's really planning. A clue we can use.
[ He's building on that diversion, a hand sliding up Ignis' strong back, splaying over it in a gesture to comfort and reassure. He's tilting his head up now, laying soft kisses over the line of his jaw. ]
I mean -- he's thinking that he's got the upper hand now, right? You taught me how to be smart about things, maybe it's time I put that into practice.
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It's instinct, seeking comfort and drawing from Ignis' strength. ]
I have a plan that I know you won't like.
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[He sighs a little, leaning a bit on Noctis and letting him support some of his weight — a quiet, implicit apology.]
Disliking courses of action has no great bearing on their validity. Especially not at a time like this.
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But. Focus. ]
I was thinking that I should meet him. One on one. And asking him point blank about it.
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[He's responsible enough not to let himself get distracted by the way Noct is kissing him, but it's a nice diversion from the harsh reality of the subject matter. A softening, of sorts.]
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[ He's building on that diversion, a hand sliding up Ignis' strong back, splaying over it in a gesture to comfort and reassure. He's tilting his head up now, laying soft kisses over the line of his jaw. ]
I mean -- he's thinking that he's got the upper hand now, right? You taught me how to be smart about things, maybe it's time I put that into practice.