[ Look at him, still so beautiful when sick and looking like death warmed over -- and Noctis knows this is love, full and unrelenting and joyous, and when Ignis tilts his head up to him, when he accepts his kiss and his touch like it's the only thing in the world he wants, Noctis' heart sings. He never thought he'd have this again, he thinks, he never thought this kind of contentment would sit in his chest, so close to bursting. ]
In here, I'm your lover, not your king. [ He kisses the side of his mouth now, then his lips. If he gets sick again, he gets sick again, he doesn't care. ] Now get some sleep, and I'll give you a bath when you wake.
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[ Look at him, still so beautiful when sick and looking like death warmed over -- and Noctis knows this is love, full and unrelenting and joyous, and when Ignis tilts his head up to him, when he accepts his kiss and his touch like it's the only thing in the world he wants, Noctis' heart sings. He never thought he'd have this again, he thinks, he never thought this kind of contentment would sit in his chest, so close to bursting. ]
In here, I'm your lover, not your king. [ He kisses the side of his mouth now, then his lips. If he gets sick again, he gets sick again, he doesn't care. ] Now get some sleep, and I'll give you a bath when you wake.