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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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.]