[ She, is it? Ignis has always been fastidious about who he allows into the Citadel, regardless of whether she has business here or not. That he sent her off without escorts meant a measure of trust -- and there's a short list of women who would have business nearby, and who Ignis trusts enough to grant access. A hotel means she's not local to Insomnia, and from then on it's a much, much shorter list. ]
Aranea?
[ He could be wrong, but at this point she seems the most likely candidate. His heart, whatever is left of it in the months that have passed, is in his throat. How had they become like this, from a fierce, consuming love to this, awkward tension too thick in this room, the smell of sex that threatens to make him sick. For all of Noctis' noble intentions to let him go, to encourage him to find his own happiness, he always comes back to this, the desire to keep him close, the fierce need to have him, still.
It's jealousy that still churns in the pit of his stomach, and it's jealousy that drives him to ignore Ignis' last words -- what he needs, Ignis no longer wishes to give him. At least, not right now. ]
Is it serious?
[ Does he even have the right to ask him that anymore? ]
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Aranea?
[ He could be wrong, but at this point she seems the most likely candidate. His heart, whatever is left of it in the months that have passed, is in his throat. How had they become like this, from a fierce, consuming love to this, awkward tension too thick in this room, the smell of sex that threatens to make him sick. For all of Noctis' noble intentions to let him go, to encourage him to find his own happiness, he always comes back to this, the desire to keep him close, the fierce need to have him, still.
It's jealousy that still churns in the pit of his stomach, and it's jealousy that drives him to ignore Ignis' last words -- what he needs, Ignis no longer wishes to give him. At least, not right now. ]
Is it serious?
[ Does he even have the right to ask him that anymore? ]