[ Oh, there he is. Noctis is reaching for the framed wedding photo, nearly knocking the other off his chest as he squints. It's an elegant affair, understated; or at least it would have been if Noctis hadn't grabbed Ignis by the lapels, kissed him at the very last second the camera went off, and he decided this is one of the few photos they're keeping.
Drugged-out Noctis doesn't think all that deeply about the photo, only that there is him, and there is Ignis, and he makes a loud, incredulous noise when the ring fits nicely on his hand, and he's still looking at him, unable to have enough of him. Shit, he's so beautiful, it's almost blinding, He's reaching out to touch his face, just a little, as if he's afraid Ignis would disappear if he presses too hard. ]
Have we kissed yet? [ Dazed, he continues. ] You are so perfect.
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Drugged-out Noctis doesn't think all that deeply about the photo, only that there is him, and there is Ignis, and he makes a loud, incredulous noise when the ring fits nicely on his hand, and he's still looking at him, unable to have enough of him. Shit, he's so beautiful, it's almost blinding, He's reaching out to touch his face, just a little, as if he's afraid Ignis would disappear if he presses too hard. ]
Have we kissed yet? [ Dazed, he continues. ] You are so perfect.