[Ignis' lips twitch in a gentle smile and his hand comes up to brush away bangs from Noct's face. The fingers linger over the cheekbone and jaw until the hand settles between them, finding Noct's again and bringing it briefly to his lips.]
I will sleep more, love, don't worry.
[He promised. And Ignis always holds his promises. But he does watch Noct's face for a while longer, until Noct's even breathing lulls him into sleep again.]
Such a simple request, drifting through the foggy haze of sleep. But even in his dreams that tension is there, pulling at him. Threatening to send waves of anxiety crashing up and over, until the force is too much and he's dragged under.
It was far more difficult to somehow slip from the arms of his love, sliding from the warmth of their bed and into the bathroom, only his lantern to light the way. But the heat of the water was heavenly, a welcome respite from the chill he was certain had settled into his bones. Despite how quiet he tried to be, there was no masking the rush of falling water.]
[It's hard not to worry around here, Ignis knows that. And he doesn't blame Noct for not being able to subside it. He wishes he could somewhat lift the fear that's clinging onto him and take it as his own. Because they match- the fear of losing one another to this dark world.
So, even when Ignis hears the water running in the bathroom, he stays put. Because he promised. He's not sleeping by a long shot, but he's keeping his eyes closed, fingers curling into still slightly warm sheets where Noctis had laid minutes ago. This place worries them all and Ignis refuses to add to it.]
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I will sleep more, love, don't worry.
[He promised. And Ignis always holds his promises. But he does watch Noct's face for a while longer, until Noct's even breathing lulls him into sleep again.]
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Such a simple request, drifting through the foggy haze of sleep. But even in his dreams that tension is there, pulling at him. Threatening to send waves of anxiety crashing up and over, until the force is too much and he's dragged under.
It was far more difficult to somehow slip from the arms of his love, sliding from the warmth of their bed and into the bathroom, only his lantern to light the way. But the heat of the water was heavenly, a welcome respite from the chill he was certain had settled into his bones. Despite how quiet he tried to be, there was no masking the rush of falling water.]
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So, even when Ignis hears the water running in the bathroom, he stays put. Because he promised. He's not sleeping by a long shot, but he's keeping his eyes closed, fingers curling into still slightly warm sheets where Noctis had laid minutes ago. This place worries them all and Ignis refuses to add to it.]