[ noct does not hear anything on the stove, which should probably tell him something about his level of focus and ability to remain aware of his surroundings even when he's got something to distract him, the kind of things that ignis might feel the need to lecture about in different circumstances. the truth of the matter is ignis has to do very little to capture the prince's attention, even, as has become apparent, during the dreaded mornings when noct's every impulse tells him to lie about uselessly and pretend the world in its entirety doesn't exist. or the world in its entirety besides ignis. and if that makes him vulnerable, well shit, he accepts. he'll be vulnerable in ignis's arms at any opportunity.
long story short, he's caught unawares in the moment when ignis pulls away to contemplate what he's just heard—his name or breakfast burning or both—and so he just stares at the face before his, thoughts a singing parade of you love him. the imaginary pageant of hearts doesn't silence even when ignis sighs like that, only quiets enough to make room in his brain for recognizing the situation here: the eggs turning black at the edges, the spatula missing from the table, ignis obviously torn between breakfast and noctis. the corner of his mouth curves upwards into a smile under ignis's kiss, his hold loosening all over so ignis can maneuver enough to stop the eggs from alerting the others with smoke signals.
he is caught between trying to catch his breath and laughing lightly by the time has ignis sorted out the spare utensils, and he reaches to pluck at ignis's shirt and tug it down again, fingers skimming over his skin in a way that is definitely not distracting, not at all.
his laughter graduates to full-fledged once ignis tries to bury his own utterly charming giggles in noct's shoulder. there is something about the sound that makes noctis warm all over, and he should really stop feeling surprised by the effect these small, gentle things have on him. this is a laugh that only noctis bears witness to, after all. ignis's breath tickles his neck and he feels so goddamn lucky. ]
Wow. You really know how to flatter a guy. [ sarcastic and teasing, an attempt to cover for the flush in his face at the word desire. the electricity that buzzed under his skin while they kissed is settling some, but it'll remain for as long as they stay close or for as long as they continue to touch. it spikes whenever some small movement makes him aware once again of all the places of contact. ] Never thought malnutrition could be so romantic.
[ his hand moves to cover ignis's again wherever it lies. ]
I'LL TAKE IT
long story short, he's caught unawares in the moment when ignis pulls away to contemplate what he's just heard—his name or breakfast burning or both—and so he just stares at the face before his, thoughts a singing parade of you love him. the imaginary pageant of hearts doesn't silence even when ignis sighs like that, only quiets enough to make room in his brain for recognizing the situation here: the eggs turning black at the edges, the spatula missing from the table, ignis obviously torn between breakfast and noctis. the corner of his mouth curves upwards into a smile under ignis's kiss, his hold loosening all over so ignis can maneuver enough to stop the eggs from alerting the others with smoke signals.
he is caught between trying to catch his breath and laughing lightly by the time has ignis sorted out the spare utensils, and he reaches to pluck at ignis's shirt and tug it down again, fingers skimming over his skin in a way that is definitely not distracting, not at all.
his laughter graduates to full-fledged once ignis tries to bury his own utterly charming giggles in noct's shoulder. there is something about the sound that makes noctis warm all over, and he should really stop feeling surprised by the effect these small, gentle things have on him. this is a laugh that only noctis bears witness to, after all. ignis's breath tickles his neck and he feels so goddamn lucky. ]
Wow. You really know how to flatter a guy. [ sarcastic and teasing, an attempt to cover for the flush in his face at the word desire. the electricity that buzzed under his skin while they kissed is settling some, but it'll remain for as long as they stay close or for as long as they continue to touch. it spikes whenever some small movement makes him aware once again of all the places of contact. ] Never thought malnutrition could be so romantic.
[ his hand moves to cover ignis's again wherever it lies. ]