A little girl after my own heart. [ Noctis hums. But he's proud of it -- that Luna has a fondness for putting just about everything in her mouth is amusing, and he's ridiculously fond of her habits. Noctis notices just how he's reacting to those words, the comment catching him off guard, and he aches to touch him, to run his fingers through his hair and pull him close, but he resists. This is going to be difficult, but in the mood Noctis is in, the warmth between the both of them, Noctis thinks he can take anything on.
The days that come after turn to weeks, but despite the promise and the intention to keep things casual, the tiniest gestures keep slipping through; whether it's lingering touches, the closeness between them during photoshoots, or willingly sitting close together whenever he and Ignis are out with Gladio and Prompto and somehow it always turns out that they have to sit far too closely together during cozy breakfasts at private restaurants. Noctis notices, but says nothing -- the little things help to stave off the longing and yet still somehow stir them up further; but he tries to ignore that.
Prompto and Gladio know, however, that they've decided to shelve things and resume just being friends, as king and adviser -- and while the latter is openly dubious at that assertion, he doesn't push. At least, not really. Noctis, on his end, is far too wrapped up in his increasingly lessening proximity to Ignis and the increasingly frequent little touches, tiny gestures to really notice just what is going on between their other two friends.
Tonight is a rare night for all of them. Prompto and Noctis had planned a movie marathon the day before Noctis' birthday, featuring perennial favorites like the Conjuring and its sequel, and Noctis is all for rewatching it for old times' sake (it doesn't hurt that they're his personal favorites as well). And so it is that they're all gathered in one of the rooms Prompto had insisted on, colder and draftier than Noctis would like but far enough away from the central areas of the citadel that nobody would come by and bother them. The large screen's set up, so is the sound system and the movies, and before them are mountains of snacks and sodas and the blessed absence of anything related to vegetables. Somehow, loveseats are the only ones Gladio can find, and before Noctis can offer to sit with Prompto, his best friend's already settling in with Gladio.
Which, of course, leaves Noctis with Ignis, but it's been a long day and he's too tired to keep up a front that he even gives a shit about boundaries that he just settles in with him for the movies, pressing close and leaning against him. Ignis is familiar, he's warm and so good and it's getting so chilly that he's nudging even closer. Prompto makes a soft complaint about the cold halfway, and Gladio grunts -- Noctis isn't sure what's happening there but at least Prompto doesn't bring it up again. Noctis, however -- yeah, still feeling the chill. Softly to Ignis, he asks. ]
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The days that come after turn to weeks, but despite the promise and the intention to keep things casual, the tiniest gestures keep slipping through; whether it's lingering touches, the closeness between them during photoshoots, or willingly sitting close together whenever he and Ignis are out with Gladio and Prompto and somehow it always turns out that they have to sit far too closely together during cozy breakfasts at private restaurants. Noctis notices, but says nothing -- the little things help to stave off the longing and yet still somehow stir them up further; but he tries to ignore that.
Prompto and Gladio know, however, that they've decided to shelve things and resume just being friends, as king and adviser -- and while the latter is openly dubious at that assertion, he doesn't push. At least, not really. Noctis, on his end, is far too wrapped up in his increasingly lessening proximity to Ignis and the increasingly frequent little touches, tiny gestures to really notice just what is going on between their other two friends.
Tonight is a rare night for all of them. Prompto and Noctis had planned a movie marathon the day before Noctis' birthday, featuring perennial favorites like the Conjuring and its sequel, and Noctis is all for rewatching it for old times' sake (it doesn't hurt that they're his personal favorites as well). And so it is that they're all gathered in one of the rooms Prompto had insisted on, colder and draftier than Noctis would like but far enough away from the central areas of the citadel that nobody would come by and bother them. The large screen's set up, so is the sound system and the movies, and before them are mountains of snacks and sodas and the blessed absence of anything related to vegetables. Somehow, loveseats are the only ones Gladio can find, and before Noctis can offer to sit with Prompto, his best friend's already settling in with Gladio.
Which, of course, leaves Noctis with Ignis, but it's been a long day and he's too tired to keep up a front that he even gives a shit about boundaries that he just settles in with him for the movies, pressing close and leaning against him. Ignis is familiar, he's warm and so good and it's getting so chilly that he's nudging even closer. Prompto makes a soft complaint about the cold halfway, and Gladio grunts -- Noctis isn't sure what's happening there but at least Prompto doesn't bring it up again. Noctis, however -- yeah, still feeling the chill. Softly to Ignis, he asks. ]
Are there blankets?