[ If the shoe fits, wear it. Also because Ignis helped make him this way by indulging him, so -- really, he's a product of Ignis' love and pampering. But then again, Noctis is beginning to find that he really likes taking care of him, too, and while a part of him wants a proper kiss, he knows the sweetness of Ignis' considerations and doesn't complain. Of course he doesn't want him to get sick again, although it doesn't stop Noctis from sneaking a little closed-mouth one from his lips.
Mm.
He sobers up when he hears Ignis speak, when he clings to him like this and realizes just why Ignis sounded so terrified, how shaken he had been -- Noctis had never seen him like that before, and he doesn't hesitate, his palm resting on his back as he gathers him close. It bothers him more than he can say, this shadow that lingers on the horizon, when Ignis gives voice to his fears and how Noctis had narrowly missed giving his life because of the three of them. They saved him, Ignis most of all, and Noctis will never forget the day he found him in front of the crystal, burned through and dying, and how his heart broke then.
Ignis, who was willing to lay down his life for him. ] You're enough.
[ When the day comes when Noctis has to lay down his life for them again, he wants Ignis to remember this. ] You're more than enough, I want you to understand that.
[ He takes his hand, kisses where he knows the ring had gone. He had found favor with the kings for just a little while, and Noctis had been moved and heartbroken all at once. He can't make promises now, can he? Ignis will know he's lying, and he shakes his head. ] If the day comes -- if ever -- I want you to live. For me. You've done so very much.
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[ If the shoe fits, wear it. Also because Ignis helped make him this way by indulging him, so -- really, he's a product of Ignis' love and pampering. But then again, Noctis is beginning to find that he really likes taking care of him, too, and while a part of him wants a proper kiss, he knows the sweetness of Ignis' considerations and doesn't complain. Of course he doesn't want him to get sick again, although it doesn't stop Noctis from sneaking a little closed-mouth one from his lips.
Mm.
He sobers up when he hears Ignis speak, when he clings to him like this and realizes just why Ignis sounded so terrified, how shaken he had been -- Noctis had never seen him like that before, and he doesn't hesitate, his palm resting on his back as he gathers him close. It bothers him more than he can say, this shadow that lingers on the horizon, when Ignis gives voice to his fears and how Noctis had narrowly missed giving his life because of the three of them. They saved him, Ignis most of all, and Noctis will never forget the day he found him in front of the crystal, burned through and dying, and how his heart broke then.
Ignis, who was willing to lay down his life for him. ] You're enough.
[ When the day comes when Noctis has to lay down his life for them again, he wants Ignis to remember this. ] You're more than enough, I want you to understand that.
[ He takes his hand, kisses where he knows the ring had gone. He had found favor with the kings for just a little while, and Noctis had been moved and heartbroken all at once. He can't make promises now, can he? Ignis will know he's lying, and he shakes his head. ] If the day comes -- if ever -- I want you to live. For me. You've done so very much.