[ Second chances aren't something he wants to squander again. Ignis dares to kiss him, dares to snuggle into the solid, steady weight of him, dares to tuck Noctis' head under his chin and thinks this is what he's been missing for all those years. This finally feels right.
In the morning, things go back to normal. Ignis keeps his hands to himself much better than he did before, but they steal moments in the morning, at Gladiolus', in a thousand other places until it really does feel like they're teenagers in a clandestine relationship that no one can know of. Eventually, though, it gets to a point that they start delivering bits of information and while Ignis coordinates a good deal of it in conjunction with both Noctis and Octavia, there's nothing that can be done to really fix the mess that it'll be. All they can do is wait for a larger potential scandal, or this one to blow over.
It's terribly tiresome to read the ridiculousness people wonder regarding their king. Magazine articles speculating that Noctis was having sex with all of them -- there was only one tent, after all, or newpapers with sensationalized titles on the top. For the most part, it's all ridiculous speculation in the gossip magazines and tantalizing pieces about maybe this, given what we know to drag out the affair. Ignis still attends all the events he did before, still focuses on his duty as much as everyone else and takes to wearing the thicker glasses once more, because they hide the eyerolls better these days. It gets to a point where not even Octavia's masterful wrangling of everyone can prevent it and Ignis knows that it's wearing on all of them.
He ignores it as best as he can; he has a job to do and their tittering doesn't impact anything, but something has to give eventually. Despite the borderline fight they have, Ignis is sent away to work elsewhere, which essentially becomes waiting with Octavia for the press conference while both of them drink a copious amount of wine and Luna bounces happily in one of her chairs, gumming a new toy. His phone is at his side, paperwork in his lap as they watch, waiting for the feed to go live after they finish talking about the price of gas outside the city finally dropping now that trade is flourishing. I think the two times I've sat with you are the only times I've had more than a glass of wine, total, Ignis says, not missing the way her lips twist up into a little smirk. We're almost out, shall I uncork another?
Is he just delivering his piece, or is he answering questions, too? she asks, considering.
Hope for the former, though I'm relatively certain it's the latter.
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In the morning, things go back to normal. Ignis keeps his hands to himself much better than he did before, but they steal moments in the morning, at Gladiolus', in a thousand other places until it really does feel like they're teenagers in a clandestine relationship that no one can know of. Eventually, though, it gets to a point that they start delivering bits of information and while Ignis coordinates a good deal of it in conjunction with both Noctis and Octavia, there's nothing that can be done to really fix the mess that it'll be. All they can do is wait for a larger potential scandal, or this one to blow over.
It's terribly tiresome to read the ridiculousness people wonder regarding their king. Magazine articles speculating that Noctis was having sex with all of them -- there was only one tent, after all, or newpapers with sensationalized titles on the top. For the most part, it's all ridiculous speculation in the gossip magazines and tantalizing pieces about maybe this, given what we know to drag out the affair. Ignis still attends all the events he did before, still focuses on his duty as much as everyone else and takes to wearing the thicker glasses once more, because they hide the eyerolls better these days. It gets to a point where not even Octavia's masterful wrangling of everyone can prevent it and Ignis knows that it's wearing on all of them.
He ignores it as best as he can; he has a job to do and their tittering doesn't impact anything, but something has to give eventually. Despite the borderline fight they have, Ignis is sent away to work elsewhere, which essentially becomes waiting with Octavia for the press conference while both of them drink a copious amount of wine and Luna bounces happily in one of her chairs, gumming a new toy. His phone is at his side, paperwork in his lap as they watch, waiting for the feed to go live after they finish talking about the price of gas outside the city finally dropping now that trade is flourishing. I think the two times I've sat with you are the only times I've had more than a glass of wine, total, Ignis says, not missing the way her lips twist up into a little smirk. We're almost out, shall I uncork another?
Is he just delivering his piece, or is he answering questions, too? she asks, considering.
Hope for the former, though I'm relatively certain it's the latter.
Then yes. I think another bottle it is. ]