[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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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.]