[ Noctis is forced to be a morning person by necessity, which is another thing that he's settling into. The breakfast settled at the dining table is meant for Octavia and him both before they started for the day. Fiddling with his cufflinks, he eschews the royal raiment for a fitted suit. Black, sleek, with a skull neatly pinned to his tie. The minutes of meetings had come in early today, and he has half a mind to request for them at the table if Octavia didn't mind, but what makes him stop short when he enters with one of his aides is Ignis himself, sitting there across from him.
Ignis, more handsome than he's ever seen him. More tired, too -- he's pretty sure those are eyebags, and it's a sin for him to look as good as he always does, his hair swept down in a look that sends so many hearts aflutter within the Citadel. Surely he must know the effect he has on anyone with functioning vision. Surely he must know the looks he draws, and how Ignis draws him so helplessly into it.
His heart leaps into his throat, and he swallows. He hasn't been expecting him. He had been planning to figure shit out enough to approach him, to do something about it -- Cor had taken him aside and spoken with him at length about his chamberlain and the state of matters between them, and he knows he can't avoid his own feelings forever. ]
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Ignis, more handsome than he's ever seen him. More tired, too -- he's pretty sure those are eyebags, and it's a sin for him to look as good as he always does, his hair swept down in a look that sends so many hearts aflutter within the Citadel. Surely he must know the effect he has on anyone with functioning vision. Surely he must know the looks he draws, and how Ignis draws him so helplessly into it.
His heart leaps into his throat, and he swallows. He hasn't been expecting him. He had been planning to figure shit out enough to approach him, to do something about it -- Cor had taken him aside and spoken with him at length about his chamberlain and the state of matters between them, and he knows he can't avoid his own feelings forever. ]
Has something happened? Where's Octavia?