[ Noctis notices. He sees him fiddle with the ring underneath his shirt, aware of what it means. He doesn't know if it's boon or bane, the way Noctis is fixated only on him, his love for him a kind of obsession he doesn't hold back on. Ignis is the only constant in his life, the only thing that belongs to him, the one person in his love that he treasures above all else.
There's a relief that sets in his shoulders when Ignis tells him what he does, but he does wish Ignis looks less burdened and worried by it all. He's stepping forward and takes his hand, drawing him towards him to press his lips against his forehead. Light and gentle. ]
I'm yours, too. All the way. [ For better or worse, and Noctis loves him so much it should be terrifying, too -- the lengths he would go for his love. It's Ignis, he can't do any less than that, and he's long accepted the inevitability of it, the consequences of his passion, fierce as a wildfire. It pleases him, thrills him, Ignis belongs to him, and no one else. ] The things I would do for you.
[ He means it, all of it, and he's leading him towards the bathroom. ]
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There's a relief that sets in his shoulders when Ignis tells him what he does, but he does wish Ignis looks less burdened and worried by it all. He's stepping forward and takes his hand, drawing him towards him to press his lips against his forehead. Light and gentle. ]
I'm yours, too. All the way. [ For better or worse, and Noctis loves him so much it should be terrifying, too -- the lengths he would go for his love. It's Ignis, he can't do any less than that, and he's long accepted the inevitability of it, the consequences of his passion, fierce as a wildfire. It pleases him, thrills him, Ignis belongs to him, and no one else. ] The things I would do for you.
[ He means it, all of it, and he's leading him towards the bathroom. ]