[ I like it, gets murmured into the curve of Noctis' throat, a quiet admission. He loves - genuinely loves taking care of Noctis and will never get tired of it. Despite the fact that it was Noctis' father who asked it of him, he'd never regret the years spent together, or the work put in. Especially not when Noctis has grown into a man that his father would certainly be proud of - that Ignis himself is terribly proud of.
Of course, the soft feeling starts to fade when Noctis registers what exactly Ignis had dreamt about; it's not that he's ashamed to love him so much that he has nightmares about losing him, it's that it's done and over with and yet the potential for failure still haunts him.
Gingerly, he shifts and gropes for the blankets, chilled suddenly. He tugs it up to their chest and fits himself in against Noctis' side, smoothing his hand up and down the line of his chest in idle affection. The ring, the Crystal, all of it nearly stole Noctis from them and despite the fact that it would have saved the world, he hates the idea of Noctis having to endure so much and suffer more afterward. No one deserved it, but especially not him. ]
Noct-- [ He doesn't flinch from the words, but oh, he wants to. It's easier when he's not looking at Noct right now, staring at the dimly lit walls around them instead, frowning. ] It's my job to protect you. That doesn't stop, simply because we are together.
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Of course, the soft feeling starts to fade when Noctis registers what exactly Ignis had dreamt about; it's not that he's ashamed to love him so much that he has nightmares about losing him, it's that it's done and over with and yet the potential for failure still haunts him.
Gingerly, he shifts and gropes for the blankets, chilled suddenly. He tugs it up to their chest and fits himself in against Noctis' side, smoothing his hand up and down the line of his chest in idle affection. The ring, the Crystal, all of it nearly stole Noctis from them and despite the fact that it would have saved the world, he hates the idea of Noctis having to endure so much and suffer more afterward. No one deserved it, but especially not him. ]
Noct-- [ He doesn't flinch from the words, but oh, he wants to. It's easier when he's not looking at Noct right now, staring at the dimly lit walls around them instead, frowning. ] It's my job to protect you. That doesn't stop, simply because we are together.