[ He can't lie. He can't -- he's tried, but he knows that sooner or later, the truth will come to light. And honestly? He's sick and tired of hiding. He's tired of treating Ignis like a secret, like he's something shameful, and even though the world won't work the way it should, even though he knows that his public relations team will have a hell of a time during this, and that for the next week this will be everything that they're talking about, getting it off his chest feels better.
The barrage of questions don't stop coming, and Noctis knows, with no small amount of dread, that there will be an entire sea of headlines tomorrow all over the damn world, even. Ignis won't have an easier time of it, and for that he is sorry. But at least they won't fault Octavia for this marriage's failure, as they are wont to do. They won't come after her. She has, after all, done more than her fair share of her job, and if there's anyone that should be taken to task it should be the king himself.
Already there is talk to spin this off-script moment into something else, something more of a long time romance in the making; he hears snippets of it when the conference finally concludes, and it's what his team latches onto. Turn it into something romantic, something the public will lap up, but Noctis is too exhausted to really offer anything of substance.
Heron looks red in the face and is evidently on the phone with someone, and Noctis doesn't even need to be a mind-reader to hazard a guess. Ignis, and while Heron will never take his frustration out on the king, the royal adviser is another thing entirely. Eventually, however, Noctis gets to go off on his own, and he sinks tiredly into his couch. It's an hour later that the text is answered -- just when the madness dies down. At least, for now. He smiles at his text, aware that his lover had been watching intently, because it's obvious he isn't going to do entirely as Noctis asks and ignore the thing wholly. But the important thing, he supposes, is that he heard everything-- and that he knows Noctis is no longer content to sweep things under the carpet and creep around like what they're doing is some kind of cardinal sin. Noctis loved Ignis first -- he always had. ]
I thought I told you that you're not to pay any heed to this broadcast at all. Should I get a fruit basket for Heron? I don't think he'll sleep a wink tonight till tomorrow.
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The barrage of questions don't stop coming, and Noctis knows, with no small amount of dread, that there will be an entire sea of headlines tomorrow all over the damn world, even. Ignis won't have an easier time of it, and for that he is sorry. But at least they won't fault Octavia for this marriage's failure, as they are wont to do. They won't come after her. She has, after all, done more than her fair share of her job, and if there's anyone that should be taken to task it should be the king himself.
Already there is talk to spin this off-script moment into something else, something more of a long time romance in the making; he hears snippets of it when the conference finally concludes, and it's what his team latches onto. Turn it into something romantic, something the public will lap up, but Noctis is too exhausted to really offer anything of substance.
Heron looks red in the face and is evidently on the phone with someone, and Noctis doesn't even need to be a mind-reader to hazard a guess. Ignis, and while Heron will never take his frustration out on the king, the royal adviser is another thing entirely. Eventually, however, Noctis gets to go off on his own, and he sinks tiredly into his couch. It's an hour later that the text is answered -- just when the madness dies down. At least, for now. He smiles at his text, aware that his lover had been watching intently, because it's obvious he isn't going to do entirely as Noctis asks and ignore the thing wholly. But the important thing, he supposes, is that he heard everything-- and that he knows Noctis is no longer content to sweep things under the carpet and creep around like what they're doing is some kind of cardinal sin. Noctis loved Ignis first -- he always had. ]
I thought I told you that you're not to pay any heed to this broadcast at all. Should I get a fruit basket for Heron? I don't think he'll sleep a wink tonight till tomorrow.