[ Well, when he puts it that way -- yeah, their lives are already pretty exciting, but so often it isn't in the good way. Noctis mulls over that briefly, before his arm finds its way back around him, the other hand already occupied with a tuna sandwich. ]
Night sky night sky, or night sky me?
[ Yeah, he knows what his name means, you nerd, and he always appreciates Ignis' love for puns and double entendres. Leaning against him contentedly, he settles in, musing privately at just how comfortable and right this feels, how much he feels for the man settling beside him. The candles flicker softly in their jars, and he raises his head to him expectantly, waiting for a kiss. ]
[And he'll get his kiss, indeed, but he starts with the forehead because sometimes Noctis is just too cute. And also he has a mouthful of tuna sandwich, or did in recent enough memory that the forehead is the better bet.]
...You're "one hell of a catch" yourself, Noct. You mean so much, not because of anything anyone has told you that you have to be, but just from who you are, in and of yourself.
[ Ignis' heartfelt words will always do him in, will always make his heart flutter, and Noctis doesn't even mind the forehead kiss because tuna kissings are just probably going to be really gross.
He's feeling the soft touch of his lips on his forehead, and his hand comes to curl in the front of his shirt, soft but firm. ]
Yeah?
[ Not a prince, not the future king, but of himself -- does Ignis love him for him, and not any other? Noctis thinks he does. and he's nuzzling against him, safe and happier than he ever remembers being. ]
How is it that you're always so good with things like these?
[ On the contrary, Noctis isn't so good at them, and he can't help but be charmed by the fact that Ignis has had a long time to articulate it when Noctis is fumbling for the words to describe his overwhelming emotions, how easy it is to fall in love with him, to want more.
And so Noctis is settling in to nestle against his shoulder now, looking up at the glittering stars in the cloudless night sky. ]
You'd spoil me, Iggy. I'd want to hear them all the time.
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Night sky night sky, or night sky me?
[ Yeah, he knows what his name means, you nerd, and he always appreciates Ignis' love for puns and double entendres. Leaning against him contentedly, he settles in, musing privately at just how comfortable and right this feels, how much he feels for the man settling beside him. The candles flicker softly in their jars, and he raises his head to him expectantly, waiting for a kiss. ]
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[And he'll get his kiss, indeed, but he starts with the forehead because sometimes Noctis is just too cute. And also he has a mouthful of tuna sandwich, or did in recent enough memory that the forehead is the better bet.]
...You're "one hell of a catch" yourself, Noct. You mean so much, not because of anything anyone has told you that you have to be, but just from who you are, in and of yourself.
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He's feeling the soft touch of his lips on his forehead, and his hand comes to curl in the front of his shirt, soft but firm. ]
Yeah?
[ Not a prince, not the future king, but of himself -- does Ignis love him for him, and not any other? Noctis thinks he does. and he's nuzzling against him, safe and happier than he ever remembers being. ]
How is it that you're always so good with things like these?
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[He shifts them slightly, arranging it so that Noct can bring his head to rest on his shoulder if he likes.]
Most of it is just that I've had a long time to think about my feelings for you, so it's not altogether difficult to find words to express them with.
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And so Noctis is settling in to nestle against his shoulder now, looking up at the glittering stars in the cloudless night sky. ]
You'd spoil me, Iggy. I'd want to hear them all the time.