It's your country too, Ignis. [ Ours. Ignis had fought harder than anyone else, sacrificed more than anyone else -- Noctis will never forget the day he'd seen him wield the ring of the Lucii, how he had almost burned up for Noctis' sake. But he doesn't push more than that, tangling his limbs with his and pulling him close. He's starved of him, he's missed him so sorely, and it doesn't help that Ignis fits so perfectly in his arms, warm and solid and willing.
He holds him tight, because like calls to like and Ignis has always been the other half of his soul, the missing piece in his heart. But then he speaks, and Noctis tenses.
Aranea, offering him a job. Is he going to leave him? ] Yeah?
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He holds him tight, because like calls to like and Ignis has always been the other half of his soul, the missing piece in his heart. But then he speaks, and Noctis tenses.
Aranea, offering him a job. Is he going to leave him? ] Yeah?