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[If Ignis knew that Noct was doing deadly errands without anyone knowing about it, some people would be scolded. Other people would be yelled at and threatened for giving a prince errands that endanger his life. Both parties are lucky Ignis is oblivious to this.

For now.

Ignis can feel Noct's eyes on him but he decidedly keeps his gaze on the fireworks. It is ridiculous, this spur of a moment thing but Ignis can't help but love every second of it.]

I don't know. [Ignis says slowly.] I can't decide which one I like more- the fireworks or the company.

[...maybe he shouldn't run his mouth like this.]

[ It's just as well that he's keeping his eyes on the fireworks, blithely unaware of just how often Noctis cheated death to get this for them. He doesn't move his hand off his, appreciating the warmth of him; and like this it's easier to pretend that he doesn't notice that he's doing it.

His heart skips a beat -- and Noctis blinks. Does he even know what he's saying? What effect that inexplicably has on the prince, who has never allowed himself the luxury of what he feels for Ignis? ]

Why not both?

[While he's completely aware of what he's saying, Ignis was definitively talking too much. He can't tell himself how to feel about Noctis, but it's undeniable that he's breaching some kind of law here. Written or no.

Still, he can't help but turn his face away from the fireworks because he can feel those eyes on him. Eyes he always wanted to watch him just a tad bit different from prince and advisor. Is he... hoping for too much?]

Well, since Noct went through the trouble to set them off then yes. Both.

Edited 2018-01-20 09:19 (UTC)

Noct appreciates the gratitude.

[ He drawls, and gives him a crooked, playful little smile, because levity is important even when his heart is racing. They're breaking plenty of laws here, he's sure -- the punishment will fall mainly on Ignis, which is awfully unfair as far as feelings go, and which is why Noctis has always kept them away from him, terrified of putting his oldest, closest friend in a difficult position. He's been in love with him even before he understood what love was, and here, with his hand on his, it still feels impossible to breach the distance.

But Noctis has also always been reckless to a fault, grounded in the moment in a bid to escape the future, the ball and chain tethered to his feet. ]

Only because I went through the trouble to set them off?

Hmm.

[They were in a situation Ignis didn't allow himself to even daydream about. The best way to make yourself to ignore feelings- just bury yourself with work and you won't notice a thing. And pray to every deity out there that in the evening, when you're dead tired because you took on more than you should or need, those same feelings don't come around and crash down on because there are no Citadel walls to keep them bottled in.

The more Noctis gets reckless, the more Ignis becomes careful. It felt natural that those traits of theirs went hand in hand, complementing each other perfectly. And yet...]

...no. It's because you set them off. [A small smile.] And you set off plenty of fireworks tonight.

[Not only those in the night sky...]

[ Set off plenty of fireworks, huh?

Not too far away, a fresh wave of fireworks flare in the sky, yellow and red and flaring in the night sky. There are fiery pinwheels in the air, rolling through the darkness and lighting it up, and on the tail end of Ignis' words, he decides to toss everything else to the wind. The tension between them has been palpable, and Noctis has run out of patience -- once and for all, he needs to know.

And so he leans forward, heart thudding heavy in his chest to press his lips gently to his, fleeting and brief, tentative despite the initial surge of boldness. Ignis is careful enough for the both of them, and here he is, taking a hammer to that fragile, unspoken, uncertain understanding.

And when he pulls away, his gaze is steady but apprehensive. There goes that care, tossed right out the window. ]

[The exploding sounds of fireworks got drowned out when Noctis pressed lips against his. It was ringing in his head from happiness but also fear that Ignis briefly forgot even his own name. He shouldn't want this, he shouldn't accept this.

But, he longed for this for years now. Is it actually alright to be selfish and have this moment with him? Even if it's only one, only tonight and only here?

Ignis' eyes meet his, and he hesitates, for a very brief moment, and then leans in, pressing their lips together again, for a more bold, longer kiss. If they are going to toss the rules and titles through the window tonight, they will toss out everything.]

[ They shouldn't be doing this -- Noctis shouldn't kiss him, shouldn't further smudged all the blurred lines between them, but he does anyway because that's who he is, and at the heart of him he only ever wants Ignis. The simplest things, it seems, are always the most hard-won.

Ignis pauses, and the hesitation very nearly incites a full-blown panic before Noctis realizes that he's kissing him, this time bolder, longer, and it doesn't escape the prince that Ignis is very good at this, the heat of his mouth sending a powerful thrill down his spine, spawning a hundred thousand feelings he can no longer deny to himself.

They'll toss out everything, all the rules that have long kept them from each other and safe in their own designated spaces, and his hand moves from Ignis' to tentatively cup his face, parting his mouth and opening up to him. ]

[Ignis doesn't know whether he's good at this or no. In the end, it doesn't matter to him at all. What was important was that is Noctis' lips pressed against his and that the feeling is heavenly and that he might as well drop dead and die after this, he wouldn't give a damn. It would be worth it and he'd die happy.

Noct's fingers feel as if they are leaving fiery traces along his skin, sending a shiver down his back, and for a moment he's embarrassed that he's reacting like this to just a small touch like this. His own hand rests against Noct's neck, fingers gently tracing the skin and slipping in the hair.]

Iggy.

[ He breathes against his mouth, low and quiet and yearning, wanting things he can't yet put into words. He's squirming to get closer, his hand sliding back down to splay over chest, other arm sliding over Ignis' shoulders. It's everything he's dreamed of and then some, the intensity and taste of him on his tongue making him ache, pressing for more. ]

This -- is it okay?

[Ignis has tons of answers to this question- the ones he likes and the ones he despises. And he's not sure which one he should say. The one that his heart craves from way too long or the one that will be harsh truth tomorrow? He can imagine hundreds, millions of people not being 'okay' with this but this burning yearning he feels in his chest is something he can't ignore anymore.

Not when Noctis kissed him like this, giving him a small hope that there was something there that belonged only to Ignis...]

...it feels okay. More than okay.

[His fingers slide from Noctis' hair to his neck, wanting to kiss him again but patiently waiting to see Nocts' thoughts on this.]

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