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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[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. ]