[ He could burn up if it means he can be close to Ignis again, if it means he can reach out and pull him close. The older man turns and Gods above he takes Noctis' breath away and it shows in the most minute widening of his eyes. He's leaning against the glass and he has to wrench down the mad, mad, mad desire to kiss him, to pin him to the glass and do what he's ached to do for so long. He even manages half a step forward before he stops, remembers himself.
He'll stay, he says, and Noctis cannot help a fierce, selfish surge of pleasure, of something as barbaric as Ignis had spoken of himself. Turns out, it seems, neither of them are all that innocent. He itches to touch him, so close now that he could seal the distance between them and keep him cornered. But there's so much to work out -- this year had been a mess, and there's so much they have to do again, the things to right and correct, hurts to mend.
Now feels like quite a good start. Somewhat. He's still not entirely clear where they stand with each other, where they'll go from here, but this is good, right? ]
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He'll stay, he says, and Noctis cannot help a fierce, selfish surge of pleasure, of something as barbaric as Ignis had spoken of himself. Turns out, it seems, neither of them are all that innocent. He itches to touch him, so close now that he could seal the distance between them and keep him cornered. But there's so much to work out -- this year had been a mess, and there's so much they have to do again, the things to right and correct, hurts to mend.
Now feels like quite a good start. Somewhat. He's still not entirely clear where they stand with each other, where they'll go from here, but this is good, right? ]
What about Aranea?