[ It's enough. It's more than enough -- this is Ignis' heart bared for him to see, offered to him so completely, so wholly. The sheer intensity of this revelation has him reeling, overwhelmed by the sentiment of it. Ignis has judged the world and found it lacking, and Noctis can never find it in himself to ever doubt his devotion again -- he cannot, not for this. How Ignis must be carrying something this terrifying inside of him, nearly naked and worrying at his ring. There is an awareness of all this that is almost painful, and in that instant Noctis understands him, too. Knows him for who he is when he reveals this private, forbidden little thing to him, spells it out and lets it hang between them. Ignis could have lied to him, smudged words so it's more palatable, but he has always held Noctis as an exception to so much-- and he knows all of this.
He accepts it. Noctis takes it for what it is, this heavy, terrible and wonderful gift Ignis has given over to him with faith and dread in equal measure. He crosses over to him, cupping his face in his hands and kisses him deeply, passionately, pressing him up against the edge of the counter. Noctis isn't eloquent, he's no wordsmith, and he's aware that there's nothing he can say to this that would be remotely adequate. ]
Then be with me to the end. [ He breathes against his mouth, cursed and hungry, and he knows he should urge Ignis to live, prompt him to walk on for everyone's sake. But what if it was Ignis that was ripped away from him, what light can he find in this world? It is punishment to walk on without the one you love more than life itself, a terrible burden Noctis would not place on him. His arm wraps tight around him, keeping Ignis captive in his embrace. ] And never go where I cannot follow.
[ Dangerous, and yet. Noctis' eyes has never blazed with such purpose, intent and immovable. ]
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He accepts it. Noctis takes it for what it is, this heavy, terrible and wonderful gift Ignis has given over to him with faith and dread in equal measure. He crosses over to him, cupping his face in his hands and kisses him deeply, passionately, pressing him up against the edge of the counter. Noctis isn't eloquent, he's no wordsmith, and he's aware that there's nothing he can say to this that would be remotely adequate. ]
Then be with me to the end. [ He breathes against his mouth, cursed and hungry, and he knows he should urge Ignis to live, prompt him to walk on for everyone's sake. But what if it was Ignis that was ripped away from him, what light can he find in this world? It is punishment to walk on without the one you love more than life itself, a terrible burden Noctis would not place on him. His arm wraps tight around him, keeping Ignis captive in his embrace. ] And never go where I cannot follow.
[ Dangerous, and yet. Noctis' eyes has never blazed with such purpose, intent and immovable. ]