[ Carrots are crops borne from the ninth circle of hell, and he will have nothing to do with it, thank you. Noctis is more convinced of this than ever, especially after almost dying and coming back again, and he's thankful that Ignis is often too busy to really push the matter -- not that he usually does, anyway.
Life goes on in Lucis; relief and rebuilding efforts are in full swing, but the nature of human nature is one of resilience, and even in the midst of recovery work, people still find time for light-hearted frivolity, for thanksgiving. Of late, Noctis has been devoting his time to alleviating conditions for his people, starting on projects for the ones who are rendered homeless and developing plans to reclaim their annexed territories. It's just as well that he has a good few competent teams to take on their respective tasks, and Noctis manages to find time to source for jewelers, the precious stone he had picked up in one of the mines and surreptitiously kept had a use for it now.
Black diamond, the color for royalty and the stone that would signify an everlasting love -- he had spared plenty of thought for just how he could eventually pop the question to Ignis; and in the beginning had sought Dino and a few other craftsmen as well, commissioning them to create and craft a very specific ring, and Dino had met him under the cover of night to pass the box to him, a knowing gleam in his eye.
That had been nearly a month ago, and he likes to think that Ignis is still none the wiser the same way he is of his lover's trips to the jeweler's. As things are now, they're as close to perfect as they can be: they've fallen into each other's rhythm, a seamless, formidable team on the battlefield as well as out of it, and Noctis has learned to anticipate Ignis' plans and schedules, all the while admiring his efficiency and profound intelligence.
The Citadel has no better asset than Ignis and his myriad talents, and even now Noctis wakes next to him and is grateful that Ignis had chosen to stay by his side -- what a loss it would be to them if he had left for greener pastures; how much slower the relief effort will be if he did not stand by their side.
This morning, the daily news dossier that the public relations director sends reaches him earlier than usual, and he'd picked it up sleepily before Ignis returns with the breakfast, settling in bed and stealing his daily kiss from him with a lazy smile. He's been given a chance to leaf through the articles, not paying much mind to them when most of them are matters best handled by the professionals. What does catch his eye, however, is that one headline about Ignis evidently looking for love, having been spotted at a jeweler's.
Noctis doesn't bat an eyelid, his faith in his lover absolute and unwavering -- they've been through too much, and over and over again Ignis has proved the depth and intensity of his devotion, and Noctis has done the same. He had most likely been caught on camera during one of his visits to the merchants and store owners of the area. Ignis does tend to make his rounds from time to time. ]
Could do with some jam. I hear you're looking for love. [ He teases gently, because very obviously the thought that Ignis might be doing what Noctis had done hasn't crossed his mind. Plucking a particularly fluffy croissant from the tray, peeling off a pinch and feeding it to Ignis absently, he continues with a smile. ] So who's the lucky woman this time?
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Life goes on in Lucis; relief and rebuilding efforts are in full swing, but the nature of human nature is one of resilience, and even in the midst of recovery work, people still find time for light-hearted frivolity, for thanksgiving. Of late, Noctis has been devoting his time to alleviating conditions for his people, starting on projects for the ones who are rendered homeless and developing plans to reclaim their annexed territories. It's just as well that he has a good few competent teams to take on their respective tasks, and Noctis manages to find time to source for jewelers, the precious stone he had picked up in one of the mines and surreptitiously kept had a use for it now.
Black diamond, the color for royalty and the stone that would signify an everlasting love -- he had spared plenty of thought for just how he could eventually pop the question to Ignis; and in the beginning had sought Dino and a few other craftsmen as well, commissioning them to create and craft a very specific ring, and Dino had met him under the cover of night to pass the box to him, a knowing gleam in his eye.
That had been nearly a month ago, and he likes to think that Ignis is still none the wiser the same way he is of his lover's trips to the jeweler's. As things are now, they're as close to perfect as they can be: they've fallen into each other's rhythm, a seamless, formidable team on the battlefield as well as out of it, and Noctis has learned to anticipate Ignis' plans and schedules, all the while admiring his efficiency and profound intelligence.
The Citadel has no better asset than Ignis and his myriad talents, and even now Noctis wakes next to him and is grateful that Ignis had chosen to stay by his side -- what a loss it would be to them if he had left for greener pastures; how much slower the relief effort will be if he did not stand by their side.
This morning, the daily news dossier that the public relations director sends reaches him earlier than usual, and he'd picked it up sleepily before Ignis returns with the breakfast, settling in bed and stealing his daily kiss from him with a lazy smile. He's been given a chance to leaf through the articles, not paying much mind to them when most of them are matters best handled by the professionals. What does catch his eye, however, is that one headline about Ignis evidently looking for love, having been spotted at a jeweler's.
Noctis doesn't bat an eyelid, his faith in his lover absolute and unwavering -- they've been through too much, and over and over again Ignis has proved the depth and intensity of his devotion, and Noctis has done the same. He had most likely been caught on camera during one of his visits to the merchants and store owners of the area. Ignis does tend to make his rounds from time to time. ]
Could do with some jam. I hear you're looking for love. [ He teases gently, because very obviously the thought that Ignis might be doing what Noctis had done hasn't crossed his mind. Plucking a particularly fluffy croissant from the tray, peeling off a pinch and feeding it to Ignis absently, he continues with a smile. ] So who's the lucky woman this time?