[ There's more than enough disappointment to go around, Ignis -- and Noctis is no stranger to it himself. He wakes to wonder about it, too; the things he's done, dishonorable in the eyes of so many for Ignis' sake, but love is love and for his sake Noctis would rake himself through the coals and come out of it bleeding.
For Ignis' sake, Noctis can be the villain of this story.
They share the shower, and Noctis gently eases his hands away, taking some soap for himself, wet palms coming to smooth over Ignis' shoulders, his chest, stomach, lower. He steps so impossibly close, looking back at him with eyes the color of the bluest sky, unclouded and impossibly clear. He knows exactly what he's doing, what he wants, and Ignis is at the heart of it all. ]
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For Ignis' sake, Noctis can be the villain of this story.
They share the shower, and Noctis gently eases his hands away, taking some soap for himself, wet palms coming to smooth over Ignis' shoulders, his chest, stomach, lower. He steps so impossibly close, looking back at him with eyes the color of the bluest sky, unclouded and impossibly clear. He knows exactly what he's doing, what he wants, and Ignis is at the heart of it all. ]