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Ignis ([personal profile] reigniter) wrote2019-06-27 10:14 pm
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In The Night IC Inbox

6:36 pm
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[personal profile] broplaints 2019-08-02 02:58 pm (UTC)(link)
Not this time.

[Of course he wanted the reward. Noctis always wanted whatever Ignis was willing to give him, even if it were nothing more than bread crumbs. But that hadn't been why he had done this. Why he had asked Rastus to get this for him. This wasn't a gift given with the expectation that he would get something nice in return.

Ignis was his nice thing.]


Just... seeing you happy is reward enough.
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[personal profile] broplaints 2019-08-02 04:54 pm (UTC)(link)
[Gods above, what in the fuck did he just talk himself out of?

Have you ever seen a deer trapped in the headlights? Or a cat who's just realized what a giant mistake they've made. Because that's how Noctis looks right now.]


You didn't say the reward was kisses.
Edited (Typoooooooos ) 2019-08-02 18:29 (UTC)
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[personal profile] broplaints 2019-08-03 10:13 pm (UTC)(link)
[You can't do this to him, Ignis. It's cruel.]

Iggy.

[And then he does it. The one thing that always works without face. The eyes. Big and round and so blue they look like they belong in the ocean.]

I changed my mind. I want them. Please.
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[personal profile] broplaints 2019-08-08 08:25 pm (UTC)(link)
[Far be it from Noctis to ever miss a chance to exploit that weakness. Especially when it gets him what he wants.

And right now what he wants is right there in front of him, so close he can almost taste it. Wants to be wrapped in Ignis' arms and to have those lips pressing against his until he's weak and breathless. Until he's melting into the embrace, sighing softly as he finally pulls away, just long enough to take in a desperately needed gasp of air before diving right back in.]
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[personal profile] broplaints 2019-08-09 12:59 am (UTC)(link)
[Ignis takes grasps onto him like he's nothing more than a ghost that may disappear at any moment. Plunders his mouth and tangles his fingers into soft black strands. And Noctis gives, parts his lips and allows himself to be taken. Gives himself over to it like a puppet on a string.

Hands search for something to hold onto, finding purchase on strong shoulders, fingers flexing before one slides up, wrapping around and cupping the side of Ignis' neck. Back arches, bringing himself closer, offering up everything that he has.

There's an emotional disconnect happening within his mind. Because he knows they shouldn't be doing this. Not right now. But he can't bring himself to actually stop.]