[ Now it's Noctis' turn to look, to really look at him, the span of his shoulders, the leanness of his frame. Ignis has always carried himself with an unhurried elegance despite the rigors of his schedule, of expectation heaped on him, all of them met with the kind of dedication that has always been a part of him. He misses him, too -- more than he can ever put into words, and he closes his eyes briefly.
Wreathed against the sun, he is stunningly magnificent, and when he opens his eyes again he doesn't look away. They've fought so long and so hard for this, for whatever it's turning out to be, lost so much time between them. The sunlight catches in his hair, and a part of him wishes Prompto were here to capture this moment. He's seen something similar so many times before, when Ignis occupied these chambers, when he woke with Noctis and they spent so much precious time together before the demands of the day set in.
It feels like a perverse kind of irony that he's back here again. It feels like a kind of mockery that Noctis is too tired to fight. ]
I've missed you. [ He says at last, and is unclear how it'll go. How do they even begin to start learning where each other stood again? ] Every moment of every day. I wish I could have stopped.
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Wreathed against the sun, he is stunningly magnificent, and when he opens his eyes again he doesn't look away. They've fought so long and so hard for this, for whatever it's turning out to be, lost so much time between them. The sunlight catches in his hair, and a part of him wishes Prompto were here to capture this moment. He's seen something similar so many times before, when Ignis occupied these chambers, when he woke with Noctis and they spent so much precious time together before the demands of the day set in.
It feels like a perverse kind of irony that he's back here again. It feels like a kind of mockery that Noctis is too tired to fight. ]
I've missed you. [ He says at last, and is unclear how it'll go. How do they even begin to start learning where each other stood again? ] Every moment of every day. I wish I could have stopped.