[ noctis blinks and lets his gaze wander to their hands as ignis's thumb brushes over his wrist. he imagines his pulse jumps at the contact, heart doing all it can to make itself known, to ensure ignis knows how much it wants his attention. noctis is almost sure he already does. maybe that's why he takes noct's hand and presses mouth to wrist; an attempt to reassure noctis's heart that ignis knows it, feels it, wants to protect it. or maybe that's a gross exaggeration on noctis's part, one that he should be embarrassed by as he watches with intense focus the meeting of lips and skin. with his hand now so close to ignis's face, he lets his fingertips touch his cheek, idle and curious. ]
Still, not your weakest. [ this a soft, skeptical mumble, not a comment on whatever ignis's weakest suit is—noctis has no idea what that would be and doesn't care to consider—but rather an appreciation for the poetics ignis puts into action. noct isn't in need of calligraphy confessions when ignis does this just as well, perhaps better. words have been in short supply lately but ignis has made do. ]
Oh yeah? [ his smile goes lopsided in his amusement, taken by the terrible joke and, more importantly, the suggestion. he doesn't tend to expect mischief from ignis, even if it's in small doses. that isn't to say he doesn't believe ignis would and could invent an important prince and advisor errand for them to attend to. in fact, he'd do so like an expert. he's who noct turns to when he needs a false name to offer or if they find themselves having to spin a story about why they're seeking a night's rest in each new town they happen on.
noctis's eyes seem to brighten a little as he considers. ]
Where are you planning on taking me? [ there's something in his voice that dares to be a little wistful. he has spent some amount of time daydreaming on four or five of their longer car drives, tentatively entertaining the thought of what they might do if they were given the time and the space alone that they're both in such desperate need of, but never with the hope that it would actually happen. everything else has always come first. ]
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Still, not your weakest. [ this a soft, skeptical mumble, not a comment on whatever ignis's weakest suit is—noctis has no idea what that would be and doesn't care to consider—but rather an appreciation for the poetics ignis puts into action. noct isn't in need of calligraphy confessions when ignis does this just as well, perhaps better. words have been in short supply lately but ignis has made do. ]
Oh yeah? [ his smile goes lopsided in his amusement, taken by the terrible joke and, more importantly, the suggestion. he doesn't tend to expect mischief from ignis, even if it's in small doses. that isn't to say he doesn't believe ignis would and could invent an important prince and advisor errand for them to attend to. in fact, he'd do so like an expert. he's who noct turns to when he needs a false name to offer or if they find themselves having to spin a story about why they're seeking a night's rest in each new town they happen on.
noctis's eyes seem to brighten a little as he considers. ]
Where are you planning on taking me? [ there's something in his voice that dares to be a little wistful. he has spent some amount of time daydreaming on four or five of their longer car drives, tentatively entertaining the thought of what they might do if they were given the time and the space alone that they're both in such desperate need of, but never with the hope that it would actually happen. everything else has always come first. ]