[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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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.]