[ no, there's nothing to be done. they've used up their too small allotment of time for the morning, and noct will have to live with it. not without vast leagues of exasperation and gloom, mind, perhaps for the better part of the day ahead of them, but he'll do it. it doesn't seem fair to ignis to burden him with this too, noct's unhappiness at being forced apart, but he has to know it's for good reasons. there is nothing comparable to the calm and the quiet that the simple action of being alone with ignis can create in the staggering noise of noctis's waking mind. ]
Yeah. I would. [ perhaps ignis will see that it is not entirely genuine, but his mouth tugs upward into a smile that borders on smug as ignis attempts to neaten his hair, a gesture that is far from unfamiliar but still new to these particular circumstances. ignis has been fussing about the unkempt appearance of the prince for as long as they have known each other, and it's this thought that turns noct's smile into something recognizably real. he reaches to brush his fingers through his own bangs, adjusting their sweep across his forehead to his liking before his hand drops unceremoniously to his thigh again, mildly defeated in the same way ignis's sigh is mildly defeated. ]
Hope it's worth the wait. [ he says lightly, hoping to keep up the trend of teasing. that seems to make things slightly easier, falling into the natural rhythm of things. though that isn't to say that kissing ignis feels any less natural than pestering him, and perhaps that's one of the reasons keeping this secret is so hard. at least there is no doubt that this will absolutely be worth the wait.
he watches ignis lean against the stove, the image of his usual grace until he realizes the lack of glasses on his face. noct manages not to snort at the wave of his hand, hopping off of the table before collecting up specs' specs. rather than place them in open palm, he unfolds the glasses and leans to slide them into place on ignis's face, slow enough to really take in the fading red of his cheeks.
it's a good look on him. ]
There.
[ noctis steps back again, putting regrettable distance between them so finally, it's safe for gladio and prompto to return. he reminds himself the distance can only last so long. ]
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Yeah. I would. [ perhaps ignis will see that it is not entirely genuine, but his mouth tugs upward into a smile that borders on smug as ignis attempts to neaten his hair, a gesture that is far from unfamiliar but still new to these particular circumstances. ignis has been fussing about the unkempt appearance of the prince for as long as they have known each other, and it's this thought that turns noct's smile into something recognizably real. he reaches to brush his fingers through his own bangs, adjusting their sweep across his forehead to his liking before his hand drops unceremoniously to his thigh again, mildly defeated in the same way ignis's sigh is mildly defeated. ]
Hope it's worth the wait. [ he says lightly, hoping to keep up the trend of teasing. that seems to make things slightly easier, falling into the natural rhythm of things. though that isn't to say that kissing ignis feels any less natural than pestering him, and perhaps that's one of the reasons keeping this secret is so hard. at least there is no doubt that this will absolutely be worth the wait.
he watches ignis lean against the stove, the image of his usual grace until he realizes the lack of glasses on his face. noct manages not to snort at the wave of his hand, hopping off of the table before collecting up specs' specs. rather than place them in open palm, he unfolds the glasses and leans to slide them into place on ignis's face, slow enough to really take in the fading red of his cheeks.
it's a good look on him. ]
There.
[ noctis steps back again, putting regrettable distance between them so finally, it's safe for gladio and prompto to return. he reminds himself the distance can only last so long. ]