[ That particular comment is really something on the heels of his flushed cheeks and that lovely, adorable little jerk. Ignis has meetings and so does Noctis and what he so fiercely wants to do right now is make the hell out with him. But he can't, and so he grudgingly puts some pants on, finely tailored black slacks and a belt, getting dressed when the only thing he wants to do is undress his new fiance. The ring is snug on his finger, and he looks down at it before glancing up at him.
They've never actually talked about this one before -- Noctis never saw the point, and Ignis has never had the inclination to reminisce. ]
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[ That particular comment is really something on the heels of his flushed cheeks and that lovely, adorable little jerk. Ignis has meetings and so does Noctis and what he so fiercely wants to do right now is make the hell out with him. But he can't, and so he grudgingly puts some pants on, finely tailored black slacks and a belt, getting dressed when the only thing he wants to do is undress his new fiance. The ring is snug on his finger, and he looks down at it before glancing up at him.
They've never actually talked about this one before -- Noctis never saw the point, and Ignis has never had the inclination to reminisce. ]
Years when you realized I was it?