[ Ignis has had time to retroactively pour over all the things he fell in love with before he knew what to call that warm swoop in the pit of his stomach; game playing is close to the top of the list. He's so serious and determined and focused all the time probably only the kingsguard and their prince even know he's capable of playfulness, but games of strategy have long been valued by those who are trained to see the whole field of combat and how best to move on it, so maybe it ought not to be such a surprise. What was surprising was to learn, slowly and with great awkwardness, that he didn't always have to be such a peerless example for the prince; they'd grown up together and it was all right to be imperfect. After that he let himself unfurl more of what eventually blossomed into a spectacularly corny sense of humor; the fact that Noctis not only appreciated, but enjoyed, a volley of terrible puns-- he remembers the clutch of a fist around his heart, not quite as sharp and vivid as the first time Ignis cooked for him, but close. It will always be important to him that whatever else they are they're friends.
Friends who are, in this case, perhaps a little ...overly friendly. Ignis has had long enough to learn how Noct telegraphs intention to gauge what he wants, often (not that he'd ever expected to apply it to this), so backing him up against the edge of the table and looping one arm around his waist to do exactly that, make a seat out of it, is this brilliant collusion of instinct and desire, percolating light up his spine like firecrackers. ]
About here, if I'm any judge.
[ Since their faces are more like level now he leans in to rest his forehead against Noct's; he can, it has been noted, still see passably without his glasses, but at this distance the prince is more or less a blur of everything that makes him himself, messy haired and sleepy eyed, more demanding than anyone else Ignis knows. Something uncontainable has been happening in his chest since this started, keeps happening, enough that alongside their comfortable banter he has to close his eyes just to hold it in. ]
But perhaps his majesty has his own opinions?
[ This at more like reasonable speaking distance, Ignis bracing both hands on the edge of the table to either side of Noct's hips, so reasonable roughly translates to extremely close quarters. Which is fine, since it's a 'distance' Ignis eradicates when it becomes imperative to nuzzle underneath Noct's ear. There is, in the back of his head, a long and winding list of all the little things he's ever wanted to do, with Noct; now that he can do them they seem to be trying to happen all at once. ]
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Friends who are, in this case, perhaps a little ...overly friendly. Ignis has had long enough to learn how Noct telegraphs intention to gauge what he wants, often (not that he'd ever expected to apply it to this), so backing him up against the edge of the table and looping one arm around his waist to do exactly that, make a seat out of it, is this brilliant collusion of instinct and desire, percolating light up his spine like firecrackers. ]
About here, if I'm any judge.
[ Since their faces are more like level now he leans in to rest his forehead against Noct's; he can, it has been noted, still see passably without his glasses, but at this distance the prince is more or less a blur of everything that makes him himself, messy haired and sleepy eyed, more demanding than anyone else Ignis knows. Something uncontainable has been happening in his chest since this started, keeps happening, enough that alongside their comfortable banter he has to close his eyes just to hold it in. ]
But perhaps his majesty has his own opinions?
[ This at more like reasonable speaking distance, Ignis bracing both hands on the edge of the table to either side of Noct's hips, so reasonable roughly translates to extremely close quarters. Which is fine, since it's a 'distance' Ignis eradicates when it becomes imperative to nuzzle underneath Noct's ear. There is, in the back of his head, a long and winding list of all the little things he's ever wanted to do, with Noct; now that he can do them they seem to be trying to happen all at once. ]