[Ignis feels both wary of the thought of exploring further than the sign, but he also knows that just sitting around isn't going to be of any use to anyone.]
We'll have to be extremely careful and perhaps borrow a torch from Rastus. [Their lanterns are not going to be enough for this. Also, they shouldn't use them for those purposes either.
A warm tingle goes through him when Noctis links their hands. The words that leave his mouth leave Ignis short of breath and the grip on Noct's hand tightens lightly.]
[They could leave it to someone else. Just sit back and try to enjoy their after life here in the darkness. But that wasn't who any of them were.]
Sounds like a plan. [He really didn't like the thought of leaving their lanterns somewhere unattended either. But considering Prompto apparently still couldn't stay on his feet and he was, well, himself, it was probably for the best.
His fingers flex once, twice, before giving them a soft tug.]
[They will have to think of something how to keep their lanterns safe. Ignis is sure that most of "others" disappearances are because their lanterns got extinguished not because they were incapable.]
Once I figure out how to keep our lanterns safe, we go.
[The flexing fingers catch his attention and Ignis sighs. He's 23- why hasn't he still learned how to say 'no' to Noctis?]
Ah, very well. I will come back to these some other time, [he says and slips off the table, but not letting go of Noct's hand.]
[Because he looks up at you with those big, blue eyes and somehow makes it appear as though he's the most innocent thing on earth.
Also because he's your favorite. Don't tell Prompto. He has him convinced it's the eye thing.
Ignis stands and suddenly it's like Noctis forgets how to do everything. Even breathe. Because he hadn't realized just how close he had been, and now that space between them is completely gone.]
Come on, Specs - [Was he speaking? He's pretty sure he's speaking.] - I'm way more interesting than any of these books.
[The eyes definitively make things a lot harder (Ignis will never completely admit that he's utterly weak to that stare).
Ignis notes the pause in Noct's movements and suddenly the air is not heavy from the dust and mold and lingering darkness, but of something unspoken. Buried, perhaps, a long time ago. Never spoken about.]
That you are, [Ignis easily agrees, not even thinking about what he said. The scary thought, however, is that he's not lying.] Especially when you're up to something... [Ignis says slowly. He can't see Noct properly, just the shimmer of his skin and shadow of his figure. But he knows he's very close.
And neither is stepping away, for some "unknown" reason.]
[He's doing it right now. Looking up at you with those pure blue eyes, sparking with mischief and the knowledge that he's probably about to get everything he wants.
That's how this worked. Noctis would want something he shouldn't have, and all he'd ever had to do was bat his eyes a few times at Ignis and he would move heaven and earth to make it happen.
But more and more he was beginning to realize that he didn't want something from Ignis. No, he what he wanted was Ignis. Someone who had sacrificed his very life for him. What more could he ever honestly ask for?
So he didn't move away. And he knew exactly why he didn't.]
You caught me. Now what are you going to do with me?
[That's how it worked. That's how Ignis always ended up being reprimanded for indulging Noct way too much. And yet, he couldn't say no to him no matter what anyone said. Is he his weakness? Most likely. He tries to convince himself that he isn't but the facts prove it differently.
Ignis "caught" him... and yet it was Noctis who entwined their fingers, holding tightly. Not letting go, not stepping away. Ignis briefly wonders if his heart is going to burst out of his ribcage. Because he's reading too much into this... right? Noct can't possibly mean-]
Take you... back...
[The answer doesn't match what Ignis is doing. He's literally not moving, except tilting his head down slightly- just to see his face more clearly, Ignis tries to convince himself, but that's just a lie.]
So incredibly close that he can feel each intake of breath, each time the air leaves Ignis' lungs. Is certain the pounding he feels within his chest isn't entirely his own.
All he has to do is shift just right, tilt his head upwards just a little. Flutter his eyes just enough so that the thick lashes brush over Ignis' skin. Bump their noses together gently, like he's preparing for something more. Something deeper. Something that will transform this moment and every one after it into something completely new and different.
Lips brush over lips, the lightest touch before he's falling back, finally shifting away completely. A soft laugh falls from deep within his throat as he reaches for his lantern, fingers flexing again before releasing.]
Come on. It's bed time. [And then he just turns and walks away. Like none of that actually just happened.]
[It looked- felt- so perfect. Right there. He's not sure whether his hesitation for the final move was the reason for it, or maybe Noct's just a little jackass- but he's gone. The warmth is gone, his smell is gone, his presence. Ignis has to catch himself there for a moment, as his brain tries to process what just happened.
Noctis is out of his reach now and yet it's so hard to breathe. Stunned a bit, Ignis looks after him for a few silent moments and then releases a shaky breath. Was he really reading too much into this? He can't tell... but he'll have plenty of opportunities to check.
With a shuffle, Ignis picks up his own lantern and follows after him, still silent, but with a small smile on his face.]
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We'll have to be extremely careful and perhaps borrow a torch from Rastus. [Their lanterns are not going to be enough for this. Also, they shouldn't use them for those purposes either.
A warm tingle goes through him when Noctis links their hands. The words that leave his mouth leave Ignis short of breath and the grip on Noct's hand tightens lightly.]
Neither will I...
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Sounds like a plan. [He really didn't like the thought of leaving their lanterns somewhere unattended either. But considering Prompto apparently still couldn't stay on his feet and he was, well, himself, it was probably for the best.
His fingers flex once, twice, before giving them a soft tug.]
Come back with me?
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Once I figure out how to keep our lanterns safe, we go.
[The flexing fingers catch his attention and Ignis sighs. He's 23- why hasn't he still learned how to say 'no' to Noctis?]
Ah, very well. I will come back to these some other time, [he says and slips off the table, but not letting go of Noct's hand.]
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Also because he's your favorite. Don't tell Prompto. He has him convinced it's the eye thing.
Ignis stands and suddenly it's like Noctis forgets how to do everything. Even breathe. Because he hadn't realized just how close he had been, and now that space between them is completely gone.]
Come on, Specs - [Was he speaking? He's pretty sure he's speaking.] - I'm way more interesting than any of these books.
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Ignis notes the pause in Noct's movements and suddenly the air is not heavy from the dust and mold and lingering darkness, but of something unspoken. Buried, perhaps, a long time ago. Never spoken about.]
That you are, [Ignis easily agrees, not even thinking about what he said. The scary thought, however, is that he's not lying.] Especially when you're up to something... [Ignis says slowly. He can't see Noct properly, just the shimmer of his skin and shadow of his figure. But he knows he's very close.
And neither is stepping away, for some "unknown" reason.]
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That's how this worked. Noctis would want something he shouldn't have, and all he'd ever had to do was bat his eyes a few times at Ignis and he would move heaven and earth to make it happen.
But more and more he was beginning to realize that he didn't want something from Ignis. No, he what he wanted was Ignis. Someone who had sacrificed his very life for him. What more could he ever honestly ask for?
So he didn't move away. And he knew exactly why he didn't.]
You caught me. Now what are you going to do with me?
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Ignis "caught" him... and yet it was Noctis who entwined their fingers, holding tightly. Not letting go, not stepping away. Ignis briefly wonders if his heart is going to burst out of his ribcage. Because he's reading too much into this... right? Noct can't possibly mean-]
Take you... back...
[The answer doesn't match what Ignis is doing. He's literally not moving, except tilting his head down slightly- just to see his face more clearly, Ignis tries to convince himself, but that's just a lie.]
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So incredibly close that he can feel each intake of breath, each time the air leaves Ignis' lungs. Is certain the pounding he feels within his chest isn't entirely his own.
All he has to do is shift just right, tilt his head upwards just a little. Flutter his eyes just enough so that the thick lashes brush over Ignis' skin. Bump their noses together gently, like he's preparing for something more. Something deeper. Something that will transform this moment and every one after it into something completely new and different.
Lips brush over lips, the lightest touch before he's falling back, finally shifting away completely. A soft laugh falls from deep within his throat as he reaches for his lantern, fingers flexing again before releasing.]
Come on. It's bed time. [And then he just turns and walks away. Like none of that actually just happened.]
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Noctis is out of his reach now and yet it's so hard to breathe. Stunned a bit, Ignis looks after him for a few silent moments and then releases a shaky breath. Was he really reading too much into this? He can't tell... but he'll have plenty of opportunities to check.
With a shuffle, Ignis picks up his own lantern and follows after him, still silent, but with a small smile on his face.]