[ And it's perfect. The choice of song, the way he carries a tune, lovely and rich and so full of meaning and emotion that Noctis cannot help but be charmed, delighted by the sweetness of his voice.
He makes a soft noise and nuzzles against him, warmed by such a simple, powerful gesture. It might be love, Ignis croons, and Noctis hopes with all of his heart that it is. ]
I suppose I will, now that you've made such improvements to the song. That takes effort.
[ And skill, skill that Ignis possesses in wonderful abundance. His hand comes back down to look for his, then, threading his fingers with his now -- holding it the way he's always wanted but never found the right opportunity to. And it feels really, really good. ]
[But they're settling now, and he can feel it; Noct is basking in the warmth of his attention, and their fingers are intertwined, and later they might not be able to stay this way but for now, there's nothing to stop them from enjoying it.]
[ Noctis is most definitely basking, settling into the warmth of Ignis and savoring the wonder of the person that he is and what they've discovered together.
He's lifting their joined hands for closer inspection, settling atop Ignis and studying just how they fit together. ]
Yeah, you are. Fighting, planning, cooking, and now singing. What can't you do?
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He makes a soft noise and nuzzles against him, warmed by such a simple, powerful gesture. It might be love, Ignis croons, and Noctis hopes with all of his heart that it is. ]
I suppose I will, now that you've made such improvements to the song. That takes effort.
[ And skill, skill that Ignis possesses in wonderful abundance. His hand comes back down to look for his, then, threading his fingers with his now -- holding it the way he's always wanted but never found the right opportunity to. And it feels really, really good. ]
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[But they're settling now, and he can feel it; Noct is basking in the warmth of his attention, and their fingers are intertwined, and later they might not be able to stay this way but for now, there's nothing to stop them from enjoying it.]
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He's lifting their joined hands for closer inspection, settling atop Ignis and studying just how they fit together. ]
Yeah, you are. Fighting, planning, cooking, and now singing. What can't you do?