[Days spent in the warmth of the sun and nights around a glowing camp fire seemed like little more than a distant memory. As if it had all happened years ago instead of months. As if it had all happened to someone else. When it felt like they had all the time in the world to decide what to do next. Putting off the inevitable until it eventually caught up with them.
Here in this place Ignis was his warmth. The fire which light his night sky. And he clung to it, held on desperately, afraid that it might slip through his fingers.
Sighing out his contentment, he shifted in closer, eyes falling closed as he began to give in to the tug and pull and sleep.]
Love you, Iggy. [And then, much quieter, like a thought he had forgotten about until he was mostly asleep.] Can we have pancakes for breakfast?
[The only comfort Ignis has here, in this afterlife, is that he is with Noctis. His biggest fear was to be separated from him; not knowing how he is or if he's cold and hungry. Noct always lingers in Ignis' mind, no matter what he does and where he goes.
His lips press gently against Noct's forehead, and his eyes close tightly at those words. So happy, on the verge of tears, Ignis holds back and sucks in a sharp breath and exhales shakily.]
Of course, Noct. With blueberries and syrup too, [Ignis mutters, feeling his eyes sting. So he closes them, trying to hold the tears of happiness back.]
[In this world of darkness, Ignis was everything. A light that drew Noctis forward, gave him incentive to keep going. To wake each day and actually face it, instead of closing in upon himself with nothing strong enough to pull him through.
Those lips are soft, those kisses gentle, and he soaks up all of that beautiful affection like a sponge. Gives it back sleepily, lips pressing into the hollow of Ignis' throat, right above where the skull of his necklace lay.]
You're the best. Wake me when it's ready. [Because he is definitely slipping off to sleep.]
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Here in this place Ignis was his warmth. The fire which light his night sky. And he clung to it, held on desperately, afraid that it might slip through his fingers.
Sighing out his contentment, he shifted in closer, eyes falling closed as he began to give in to the tug and pull and sleep.]
Love you, Iggy. [And then, much quieter, like a thought he had forgotten about until he was mostly asleep.] Can we have pancakes for breakfast?
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His lips press gently against Noct's forehead, and his eyes close tightly at those words. So happy, on the verge of tears, Ignis holds back and sucks in a sharp breath and exhales shakily.]
Of course, Noct. With blueberries and syrup too, [Ignis mutters, feeling his eyes sting. So he closes them, trying to hold the tears of happiness back.]
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Those lips are soft, those kisses gentle, and he soaks up all of that beautiful affection like a sponge. Gives it back sleepily, lips pressing into the hollow of Ignis' throat, right above where the skull of his necklace lay.]
You're the best. Wake me when it's ready. [Because he is definitely slipping off to sleep.]