[ You're the only worth worth marrying, Noctis wants to tell him, but his words are swallowed up and swept away by the heat of Ignis' intent and his own answering passion. That morning, Noctis surges up against him, willing and eager and melting into him, crying out his name as he locks Ignis in his embrace, his love for Ignis anchored and whole. Noctis breaks and is remade in his lover's hands, and he leaves marks of his own on him as he unravels Ignis on his own terms, reaches in and wraps around him, swallowing him whole and making him his.
Noctis searches for ways tirelessly, and it takes months and months -- Ignis is shrewd and dangerously clever, his tactical machinations with the other territories and Nifleheim cementing his reputation as a man who is not to be crossed. The man is terrifying in his own right, Noctis has always known this, and woe to all that he has applied himself to. He receives reports and updates, holds up on his end of the effort to ensure that they have a clear path forward; his lover working in the shadows so that Noctis can move forward in the light, the both of them as much a team as they ever were, and there is not one day that passes that Noctis does not admire his incredible skill.
Even Cor Leonis had to take his hat off to all that Ignis has pulled together and achieved, setting up a viable blueprint for the future. Noctis sees little flaw in Ignis' plans, enacting them swiftly and adding his own touch to these initiatives -- after all, Ignis is not the only one in a hurry to wipe out these obstructions. He hears of a rebellion, crushed effortlessly under Ignis' heel, and he hears that the Ignis hadn't even paused to do it. To have such a man given over to Noctis is a privilege for both himself and Lucis, because slowly but surely Lucis gains the upper hand in negotiations, their self-sufficiency a deterrent towards others who were looking for an easy meal.
Cor Leonis tells Noctis that Ignis will make a terrifying enemy when crossed, and Noctis smiles when the man notes that he would dread facing off against him if the day ever comes, and Noctis has never been more savagely proud of Ignis and all that he has achieved for the sake of his king and their people. There is no one more worthy to be his partner, no one more suited to stand beside him for the good of Lucis, and surely the Council will see. Noctis remains steadfast in his support of his royal adviser's movements and initiatives, finds hope in what he does -- and before long Ignis is second only to the king, his word might as well be Noctis', and it is through the great respect he's earned from everyone present in the court that his word is obeyed and given weight.
On a fine morning like this one, Noctis is given over to sleep, soundly snuggled within the pillows and blankets, comfortable and tired out from the night before -- which is particularly terrible when his lover slips back under the covers with him, cold fingers and even colder feet pressed against the warmth of his belly and his feet respectively. Noctis whines, squirming against him in a cranky bid to slip away from where Ignis is snuggled. But there's a problem, he likes the kisses, the warmth of Ignis' lips against his skin. So what does he do? ]
You brought me popsicle hands and feet too. [ He grumbles and tugs at him so that he gets more of Ignis' arm and less of his fingers. ] Terrible.
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Noctis searches for ways tirelessly, and it takes months and months -- Ignis is shrewd and dangerously clever, his tactical machinations with the other territories and Nifleheim cementing his reputation as a man who is not to be crossed. The man is terrifying in his own right, Noctis has always known this, and woe to all that he has applied himself to. He receives reports and updates, holds up on his end of the effort to ensure that they have a clear path forward; his lover working in the shadows so that Noctis can move forward in the light, the both of them as much a team as they ever were, and there is not one day that passes that Noctis does not admire his incredible skill.
Even Cor Leonis had to take his hat off to all that Ignis has pulled together and achieved, setting up a viable blueprint for the future. Noctis sees little flaw in Ignis' plans, enacting them swiftly and adding his own touch to these initiatives -- after all, Ignis is not the only one in a hurry to wipe out these obstructions. He hears of a rebellion, crushed effortlessly under Ignis' heel, and he hears that the Ignis hadn't even paused to do it. To have such a man given over to Noctis is a privilege for both himself and Lucis, because slowly but surely Lucis gains the upper hand in negotiations, their self-sufficiency a deterrent towards others who were looking for an easy meal.
Cor Leonis tells Noctis that Ignis will make a terrifying enemy when crossed, and Noctis smiles when the man notes that he would dread facing off against him if the day ever comes, and Noctis has never been more savagely proud of Ignis and all that he has achieved for the sake of his king and their people. There is no one more worthy to be his partner, no one more suited to stand beside him for the good of Lucis, and surely the Council will see. Noctis remains steadfast in his support of his royal adviser's movements and initiatives, finds hope in what he does -- and before long Ignis is second only to the king, his word might as well be Noctis', and it is through the great respect he's earned from everyone present in the court that his word is obeyed and given weight.
On a fine morning like this one, Noctis is given over to sleep, soundly snuggled within the pillows and blankets, comfortable and tired out from the night before -- which is particularly terrible when his lover slips back under the covers with him, cold fingers and even colder feet pressed against the warmth of his belly and his feet respectively. Noctis whines, squirming against him in a cranky bid to slip away from where Ignis is snuggled. But there's a problem, he likes the kisses, the warmth of Ignis' lips against his skin. So what does he do? ]
You brought me popsicle hands and feet too. [ He grumbles and tugs at him so that he gets more of Ignis' arm and less of his fingers. ] Terrible.