Stare at the plate of the tarts so carefully arranged - and he knows they won't taste the same, but it doesn't matter. Because it stopped being about finding the perfect combination a long time ago. Ignis had spent years trying to perfect something for nothing more than Noct's happiness. It was a thought that hit him now, standing there in the fire light. Yet another sign if how right Ignis was for him.
It takes another moment for his eyes to fall into the bed and the rod and tackle set. It's beautiful, and despite having absolutely no idea where he might even be able to use it, Noctis moves forward. Trails his fingers over the rod and the spools of line. Picks up the various lures and inspects a few of them. He's tempted to ask where he got it, but he already knows (and makes a mental note to take more bread and seeds to Rastus later as a thank you for doing these things for them.)
Finally at Ignis, watching the way the flickering light plays over his features. The way it lights up his eyes and catches the darker specks of green. And his heart skips another beat as he moves in, arms lifting to wrap around strong shoulders and lift himself up until their lips can touch. This kiss isn't soft, isn't gentle. It's deep and intense and pours out how grateful he is for everything.]
Thank you, Iggy. [His voice is barely above a whisper now, lips moving against lips. Like he can't stand to be too far away for too long. You're so good to me.
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Stare at the plate of the tarts so carefully arranged - and he knows they won't taste the same, but it doesn't matter. Because it stopped being about finding the perfect combination a long time ago. Ignis had spent years trying to perfect something for nothing more than Noct's happiness. It was a thought that hit him now, standing there in the fire light. Yet another sign if how right Ignis was for him.
It takes another moment for his eyes to fall into the bed and the rod and tackle set. It's beautiful, and despite having absolutely no idea where he might even be able to use it, Noctis moves forward. Trails his fingers over the rod and the spools of line. Picks up the various lures and inspects a few of them. He's tempted to ask where he got it, but he already knows (and makes a mental note to take more bread and seeds to Rastus later as a thank you for doing these things for them.)
Finally at Ignis, watching the way the flickering light plays over his features. The way it lights up his eyes and catches the darker specks of green. And his heart skips another beat as he moves in, arms lifting to wrap around strong shoulders and lift himself up until their lips can touch. This kiss isn't soft, isn't gentle. It's deep and intense and pours out how grateful he is for everything.]
Thank you, Iggy. [His voice is barely above a whisper now, lips moving against lips. Like he can't stand to be too far away for too long. You're so good to me.