nascere: (52)
𝔑𝔬𝔠𝔱𝔦𝔰 𝔏𝔲𝔠𝔦𝔰 𝓒𝔞𝔢𝔩𝔲𝔪 ([personal profile] nascere) wrote 2018-01-04 02:44 am (UTC)

Me, too.

[ He murmurs, watching him fiddle with his drink. It's a habit of Ignis', he realizes, in the rare, rare moments when he's at a loss for what to do. This isn't easy for Ignis either, and there are so many things Noctis wants to say but cannot quite articulate, from a reminder of his love for him to a bid for an assurance that they'll work on this and make it right. But it doesn't seem like it'll help. Octavia might have opened a door for them, but there is still so much left to fix, things that were cracked in the months that had led up to Ignis' departure and the year during it. Noctis would never be objective where Ignis is concerned, not when he's his greatest weakness. Before this, he would have asked him to bed, taken his hand and curled up into him and breathed all of him, kissing everything better until their problems are a lifetime away. Now, he doesn't know what to do in place of that.

He sighs, and reaches for his soda. He wishes he's better at this. ]
Thanks for dinner. [ He tries. They have to start somewhere. ] Is old Cheung still running things? I thought he was grooming his kid to take over.

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