[ The room smells like sex, and in that moment Noctis knows that he's made a terrible mistake. In his willfulness he has chosen the hard way out, chosen to pierce himself with knowledge that Ignis has found himself buried in someone else, taken his pleasure with someone that isn't him. The weight of it is a punch to the stomach, but Noctis knew, of course -- what had he been expecting?
There he is, nearly naked and mussed and everything that Noctis had thought belonged only to him, and he bites his tongue. He ought to be better than this, but the marriage only brings out all the ugly things he's hated about himself, the things he thought himself above. Noctis had seen him naked before, to be sure -- but to know that someone else had been privy to this just minutes before feels like a stone pressed deep in his chest.
Someone's pressed him close and kissed him, left their mark on him, and jealousy burns sickly down his spine, a vicious, writhing thing that leaves Noctis with the desire to hurt, to claw, anything to dispel all that's gathering inside him. He shouldn't be here, not here with the man that he loves with the worst of himself, but the ring sits warm against his chest like it's its own kind of mockery, and for a moment he's at a loss as to what to say.
What can he say? Ignis is fully within his right to do as he pleases, it's not as if Noctis has an official claim on him anymore, and the knowledge of it burns, scorches inside of him. Finally, cycling from anger, from the desire to snap, he settles on something more genuine, something underlying all of the other feelings. It's late, he's tired, and Ignis doesn't deserve getting snapped at. ]
HATES YOU
There he is, nearly naked and mussed and everything that Noctis had thought belonged only to him, and he bites his tongue. He ought to be better than this, but the marriage only brings out all the ugly things he's hated about himself, the things he thought himself above. Noctis had seen him naked before, to be sure -- but to know that someone else had been privy to this just minutes before feels like a stone pressed deep in his chest.
Someone's pressed him close and kissed him, left their mark on him, and jealousy burns sickly down his spine, a vicious, writhing thing that leaves Noctis with the desire to hurt, to claw, anything to dispel all that's gathering inside him. He shouldn't be here, not here with the man that he loves with the worst of himself, but the ring sits warm against his chest like it's its own kind of mockery, and for a moment he's at a loss as to what to say.
What can he say? Ignis is fully within his right to do as he pleases, it's not as if Noctis has an official claim on him anymore, and the knowledge of it burns, scorches inside of him. Finally, cycling from anger, from the desire to snap, he settles on something more genuine, something underlying all of the other feelings. It's late, he's tired, and Ignis doesn't deserve getting snapped at. ]
Must it be here?