[ He loves it when Ignis laughs, and he doesn't hide it. When was the last time he did it? He cannot help but feel his heart race in that moment, and his fingers come to brush over the defined line of his jaw, unable to keep the open affection from shining in his eyes. It's stupid, he knows. They're adults and here Noctis is sitting in his lap like a sixteen year old with his first love. But he is, in all the ways that count -- Ignis is his first love, his greatest love, and he leans against him with a quiet sigh, unable to help himself. ]
Haven't heard that in awhile.
[ It's ridiculously, painfully sappy, but he doesn't care about that either. It's been almost two years since he'd last been allowed to touch Ignis, to love him at a closer distance and not afar, and he shakes his head. ]
If you were a demon, I wouldn't blame them all for being that stupid.
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Haven't heard that in awhile.
[ It's ridiculously, painfully sappy, but he doesn't care about that either. It's been almost two years since he'd last been allowed to touch Ignis, to love him at a closer distance and not afar, and he shakes his head. ]
If you were a demon, I wouldn't blame them all for being that stupid.