nascere | LET'S PLAY {open post}

[ Oh, honestly.

Noctis is dragging him off to the couch, grabbing the box of pizza along the way before pushing Ignis to it, settling in beside him with the box on his lap. No news, no standing around. They're going to relax. On hindsight he'll probably have to grab the wings, too, but maybe he can charm Ignis into getting up to fetch it later. ]

I'm still amazed you can make eating pizza into an art.

[ Oh, oh, they're moving. Ignis takes his lone slice of pizza and follows to the couch, much too tired to argue about the semantics of eating it right now and far more concerned with fetching two drinks from the fridge and then sinking next to him with a few more bites of that slice. Multitasking, thanks. ]

Folding a pizza is now art? Mmmn, good to know if I ever have to entertain you.

[ In the meantime, he's already polishing off his pizza with aplomb. This is what you get when you haven't eaten the entire day. He's sprawling on the couch beside him because he gets to, leaning against Ignis' shoulder.

The pizza box is now resting on his stomach, and he's reaching for another one. ]

I'd prefer to listen to you sing. You're -- what, a baritone? Tenor?

[ Under any other circumstances, with any other man it'd be remarkably disgusting. With Noctis, Ignis is helplessly charmed, winding an arm around his shoulders to tug him in to borderline cuddle while they work on the pizza together. He's already fetched a drink; he can fetch the wings next but right now he's terribly comfortable. ]

A- you know, I'm...not entirely certain. Choir classes stopped after I was ten or so, and we never picked them back up; they weren't specifically necessary for my duties. I think they were implemented them to ensure I was 'well rounded' as an assistant to you.

[ Noctis twists around to stare at him, miffed. ] So they were expecting you to sing to me? How does that come up?

[ Not that they were wrong, because it's coming up now, but whatever. He likes when Ignis is flustered, just a little, and he's biting into his second pizza, relishing the sodium and grease overload. Ugh. They're going to be absolutely disgusting after this. Luna should never be allowed to have pizza. ]

[ Ignis polishes his off and then reaches for a second, folding it neatly in two as well. He eats the same way he does everything - careful, considering, making certain he won't spill. Normally there are suit pants to worry about but this time, of course, it's just pajamas. ]

No, I think they wanted the ability to read music and understand it to be useful to help me develop my mind more than anything else. I can't read much of it these days; much like any language, you lose the ability if you don't use it actively.

[ They are absolutely going to kill this pizza if they're not careful. Ignis resists the urge to kiss him as he stands, heading over to the box of wings, bringing those back to the couch for them both. They're marginally more acceptable than the pizza. ]

If it helps, I think your mind's exceptionally developed.

[ That's the plan, Ignis. They are going to kill this pizza, and there's going to be nothing careful about it. He makes a noise of protest when Ignis pads over to get the box of wings, and then resumes sidling up to him when he settles back in. Pausing halfway, he regards the wings and calculates just how much effort he needs to put into eating them.

Maybe they should've gotten the boneless ones. ]

We're taking a long bath after this.

You say the sweetest things and flattery will get you everywhere.

[ Ignis' tone is gently teasing, full of affection. Once the wings are settled, Ignis lifts his arm to accommodate him, fingers stroking idle lines back and forth over Noctis' shoulder. He has no desire for the wings, but shockingly, the pizza is hitting the exact spot he wanted for greasy, awful to eat food. ]

I can go draw it in a few minutes if you like.

No, stay here awhile.

[ He murmurs, relaxing into those lazy fingers. He licks his fingers absently, before looking over at him. It's been a low key concern in the back of his mind, the whole toll this takes on Ignis. ]

It won't get easier for a while. Are you okay with that?

[ Because if Ignis decides to leave again, Noctis isn't entirely sure what he would do. ]

[ This, comparatively, is nowhere near the stress of saving the world by fighting a borderline-immortal, insane ancestor of Noctis'. This sort of political nonsense is the sort that he's well-equipped to handle, even if generally his studies hadn't ever been about how to handle it when the entirely of the public eye is on him for disrupting a political marriage so completely. ]

Noct--

[ No. He's the one who left. He needs to handle this...delicately, to say the least. Ignis' fingers slide up, tracing his collarbone lightly. ]

Believe me when I say there's no other place in the world that I would rather be than by your side, no matter how difficult the situation may get.

[ Noctis licks his lips, consciously trying to get the grease off them before he gently snags his hand, drawing it up to press a thoughtful kiss to his knuckles. He doesn't comment on it, not really, and he knows this is something they have to work on together. Despite the chaos all around them they still have issues of their own to mend. ]

I love you.

[ He says instead, because it's more true than anything else, and it will never change. It'll just take longer before Noctis can trust that he will stay for this. ] Think we should just wrap up the wings for tomorrow?

[ It's a sweet but unnecessary gesture. He's been covered in all kinds of bodily fluids thanks to Noctis, some concerning, some just what happens in private. Either way, grease is the least of his worries. ]

Darling.

[ Ignis presses a kiss to Noctis' hair, squeezing him to his side in a tight hug and then releases. He's content with two slices of pizza, though he knows if pressed he could pack in at least another two, unnecessary as it is. ]

I can pack them away, yes. You'll have to let me go, though.

I'll help.

[ He gives him a crooked grin. Somehow it feels weird to make Ignis do all the cleaning up when they're just starting out this relationship again. He's not his housekeeper or minder, not anymore, and it occurs to him that they've never actually had a discussion on this before.

Reluctantly extricating himself from him with a groan, Noctis offers him another slice. ] You know, we are going to have to talk about -- I don't know. Roles, this time.

[ He's never been worried about being the one to clean up after Noctis; he's never minded it, not when it's for him. Still, at the mention of a talk regarding roles, he cocks an eyebrow and declines the extra slice. ]

Roles? I assume you don't mean in the bedroom.

[ Ignis changes his mind a moment later and steals a bite of Noctis' pizza and then settles in next to him, shamelessly sliding a leg over Noctis' to tangle their feet together letting his cheek rest on a shoulder. ]

How do you mean?

What? No.

[ Roles in the bedroom? Noctis generally likes going with the flow, and do people usually have things like roles? Despite the fact that he and Ignis used to have a very, very healthy sex life, his experience has, in all areas, only involved Ignis. ] Unless you want to.

[ Do people talk about that? Because Noctis is very comfortable switching either way. But anyway. Yes. He snuggles up against him readily, sliding an arm around him to pull him close. Their legs tangled together, he can't help a surge of warmth. ]

No, but I mean. You don't have to clean up after me. Or everything you were doing before as retainer. If you want.

Ah. Well, we can always explore that later.

[ Oh. Well, that’s not quite what he expected but he isn’t bothered by the idea of discussing it. It isn’t as if he minds doing these kinds of things. They have a whole slew of house keepers and maids of course and Ignis doesn’t hesitate to use them where and when applicable but so much of the time it’s just simpler and easier to do it himself than to wait for someone else to do it. ]

You do realize that any possible irritation I may have felt over cleaning up after you stemmed from the fact that I wanted you to care enough about yourself to care about your surroundings? I’ve never minded and I would never ask someone to do something I’m unwilling to do.

[ Noctis is quite fond of exploring things, doing things, and saying it reminds him that they've never actually done anything more than heavy makeouts -- the whirlwind of the divorce and all it entails had nipped the whole sex thing in the bud, and even then, it hadn't seemed really appropriate. Which means it has been one hell of a long, long while.

Still. There's something a little more important to focus on. And that is the fact that Ignis' love for cleaning up and his nagging actually -- is a part of him, and not of his job. And the look of realization on his face gives that away so remarkably easily. ]

Huh. [ He says at length, wry amusement seeping in. ] So you mothering me has very little to do with your job, and everything to do with you being wholly you.

[ Oh, he can definitely live with that. He's chewing on his pizza, then offering the last of it to Ignis before eyeing the next one. Can he finish them all with Ignis this evening? Maybe. They could be full and content and worry about the grease content later. ]

[ The same occurs to him; if he hasn't actively been sharing Octavia's bed, then was he seeing other people, or has it been a long dry spell, save for the fling with the man who markedly resembled him? That's a ... strange thing to consider. He's not what he'd consider possessive but the idea of Noctis seeking out someone who looked like him is- well. He's not certain what it is. In any other circumstance it might be flattering. Mostly, it's worrying. Did that person treat him well? He's not sure if it's too much to ask, if that's too much detail. ]

It has everything to do with me caring about your mental and physical well-being and being concerned for you when certain indications seem to imply that maybe, something is ... off.

[ He takes the crust and steals one of the little packets of parmesan cheese, tearing it open and puts the crust in there. When it comes out, it's positively covered, and that's what he eats. ]

[ Noctis stares at the parmesan-covered crust, relatively aghast because this is Ignis, and the man has always had a healthy regime going on. ]

Are you going wild on me, Iggy?

[ But he has to admit that he's impressed. All the same, Noctis doesn't talk about all that's happened before because it's not worth remembering; he thinks back on it with a profound sense of guilt. He had been nice, that young man -- but he's not Ignis. Nobody can ever take his place, really. That Ignis has cared for him like this just about all his life makes him feel warm, draws out an incredible tenderness in him.

He's quiet for a moment, then: ] Let me care for you, too. It's high time, right?

[ Ignis gives him a look in return and polishes off the rest of that piece with a deliberate little bite. ]

Perhaps. It remains to be seen.

[ That said, it's all he can probably eat right now - or all he should probably eat, so he'll leave the attempt at killing the rest of that pizza for Noctis and instead settles for curling back in against him, wiping his hands off on a napkin. He wants to get up and wash his hands, but that'd require moving and he's not exactly keen on leaving when he's comfortable, and Noctis is relaxed. ]

Noctis.

[ His full name, but Ignis' tone is gentle. ]

Trust me when I say that there has never been a time where I thought you did not care for me.

Oh, kinky.

[ Noctis is smirking -- he does like when Ignis loosens the reins a little, even if it's just for pizza. Just wipe your hands off on your pants, Iggy. They're going to go get a shower, anyway. Noctis is entirely comfortable, draping his arm around him and pressing a kiss to the side of his head.

But his smirk softens at his gentleness, and he's curling a finger under Ignis' chin to guide him towards his mouth. He leans in to kiss him, soft and gentle and lingering. Eyes lidding, he doesn't pull far away. ]

Even when you were away?

Mmn, perhaps later, if you ask particularly nicely.

[ He is not going to wipe his hands on his pants you uncultured heathen. Napkins will do well enough until he gets up to wash his hands, but from the way Noctis is reaching out to him, warm fingers dipping under his chin, that's going to be later.

Right now, he's tilting his head down a touch, shifting to accept the kiss and press a lingering one in return when Noctis asks that. Part of him wonders if it's just to hear it - surely, Noctis doesn't think that there was ever a point in time where Ignis didn't care? The problem wasn't ever a lack of caring. ]

I will tell you as many times as you need to hear it, but I never, ever stopped caring for you, Noct. The problem was I cared too much.

[ Ah, well, that's really nice to hear -- but Noctis hasn't been thinking about himself; it's passed, it's done. He just wants to know about Ignis, if he'd ever stopped believing that Noctis truly, and so very deeply loves him. What happened before had been heartbreaking, and Noctis still wakes and for a few moments had been terrified that Ignis has slipped from him again (Noctis doesn't have that long a list of loved ones that the absence of one isn't a personal blow), but he can never admit that to anyone else. ]

That's really sweet. [ Really, it is. But Noctis definitely doesn't want him to think that he ought to make up for anything -- he's only curious. ] But I meant you. If you thought I stopped caring about you.

[ Guess what this uncultured heathen is doing? Yes, he's wiping his hands off on his very expensive bespoke pants. ]

[ Of course they're having a deep heart to heart moment on the couch and Noctis would ruin it by wiping his greasy hands all over his pants. He has to wash them anyway, but it's the principle of the matter, thank you. Then, Noctis clarifies what he means and Ignis' expression goes that careful, political blank as he tries to consider his words. Gently, he removes those hands and presses kisses to his knuckles instead. ]

I never doubted that you loved me. My...fear, I suppose, was that we both loved to excess. What was the point of everything we sacrificed to get here, if we were going to risk throwing it all away for ourselves? Everything we've done, we've done for the betterment of the country, her people.

[ It was only a matter of time before something gave; Ignis figured it was best that it was him, rather than Noctis or worse, Octavia. ]

[ Iggy, the principle of the matter is: it's going to get washed, therefore it's okay to be gross.

Noctis is studying him, observing how that expression turns into something so carefully neutral, revealing nothing. It's a talent he has, Noctis thinks. If Noctis is the more emotional one out of the both of them, then Ignis is the one more suited for the endless political came. How he can shut himself off like this is a trait Noctis never truly understands. Letting his hands be moved, he's careful not to get it on Ignis, instead keeping an arm around his waist as he listens carefully.

They both love to excess, this much is true, and Ignis, as always, has never failed to keep an eye on the future of the crown. Ignis' lips across his knuckles is a charming thing, and his fingers curl over Ignis' own. ]

You've given up so much, too. [ He pauses. ] But I want you to promise me something.

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