Ignis barely resists the urge to laugh slightly hysterically and gently shifts the tray over. He had a feeling that they were in similar boats and this only furthers his suspicions. Breakfast is moved to the end of the bed, his coffee settled on top and then he watches Noctis -- sleep rumpled, his hair an impressive mess of spikes -- circle around the frankly absurdly huge bed to kneel in front of him.
All of the prepared speeches, all of the ways he's thought about how this would go, all of it goes straight out the door, it doesn't matter. What does matter is that Noctis is living and breathing and earnest, holding a box with a ring in it. Ignis' heart clenches and for a moment he's overwhelmed with this, with everything. With the realization that they can have this, that everything they've been through has led them here. ]
Every single moment we've been through -- every hurt we've nursed, every difficult day we've pushed on through, has led us here. [ It's murmured quietly as he slides the ring onto his finger and then takes his and places it where it belongs, on Noctis' finger in turn. ] Everything, to get here. There's nowhere else I would rather be than by your side, Noctis Lucis Caelum. There's no one else I would rather spend every morning waking up to, no one else I would rather fall asleep beside. Yes. Forever, yes.
[ They look good. The rings on their hands, metal warm from skin contact, shining. He does laugh, now, helpless and happy, grabbing at Noctis to drag him into a kiss that he misses at first, landing on his cheek until he finds Noctis' lips and fixes it. ]
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[ Oh, darling.
Ignis barely resists the urge to laugh slightly hysterically and gently shifts the tray over. He had a feeling that they were in similar boats and this only furthers his suspicions. Breakfast is moved to the end of the bed, his coffee settled on top and then he watches Noctis -- sleep rumpled, his hair an impressive mess of spikes -- circle around the frankly absurdly huge bed to kneel in front of him.
All of the prepared speeches, all of the ways he's thought about how this would go, all of it goes straight out the door, it doesn't matter. What does matter is that Noctis is living and breathing and earnest, holding a box with a ring in it. Ignis' heart clenches and for a moment he's overwhelmed with this, with everything. With the realization that they can have this, that everything they've been through has led them here. ]
Every single moment we've been through -- every hurt we've nursed, every difficult day we've pushed on through, has led us here. [ It's murmured quietly as he slides the ring onto his finger and then takes his and places it where it belongs, on Noctis' finger in turn. ] Everything, to get here. There's nowhere else I would rather be than by your side, Noctis Lucis Caelum. There's no one else I would rather spend every morning waking up to, no one else I would rather fall asleep beside. Yes. Forever, yes.
[ They look good. The rings on their hands, metal warm from skin contact, shining. He does laugh, now, helpless and happy, grabbing at Noctis to drag him into a kiss that he misses at first, landing on his cheek until he finds Noctis' lips and fixes it. ]