Ignis Scientia loved Noctis Lucis Caelum so much that he didn't want to live in a world without him. That he was willing to sacrifice his life so that Noctis might live.
It hit him then. All at once. Like a train barrelling through the endless night. Like a shockwave aimed directly at his heart. Ignis loved him. And that love was so vast and so deep, so incredible and powerful that he had died for him. With him. Had forfeited his life to be with Noctis.
He can't breathe. He can't breathe and it feels like he's drowning. Like he's being dragged under the waves and he can't find his way back out. There's a spark somewhere deep that has his pulse thrumming. That has him remembering how every single of beat of his heart and every single part of him belonged to this man.
Suddenly he understands. That Ignis had made a choice. That Ignis hadn't wanted to go on living in a world that didn't have Noctis. Could he have ever gone on in one that didn't have Ignis? Could he have picked up the pieces of his shattered heart and kept going?
Those kisses are beautiful. Those lips spill passion as easily as they do wit and sarcasm. As perfectly as they had spilled those words. And Noctis wants to reply. Wants to say them back. Because he does. He loves Ignis with every part of himself. More than he had ever thought it was possible for one person to love another.
But he's not ready. Not quite yet. So he shows him instead. Surges forward and fuses their lips together. Arches into that touch, into the warmth of his body. Sighs out his name as he nips into the tender flesh of Ignis' bottom lip.
I love you. Those words are silent, but the emotion is there, clear as day in the way he moves, in the way he kisses. In the way he whispers 'show me' with all of the desperation of a dying man.]
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Ignis Scientia loved Noctis Lucis Caelum so much that he didn't want to live in a world without him. That he was willing to sacrifice his life so that Noctis might live.
It hit him then. All at once. Like a train barrelling through the endless night. Like a shockwave aimed directly at his heart. Ignis loved him. And that love was so vast and so deep, so incredible and powerful that he had died for him. With him. Had forfeited his life to be with Noctis.
He can't breathe. He can't breathe and it feels like he's drowning. Like he's being dragged under the waves and he can't find his way back out. There's a spark somewhere deep that has his pulse thrumming. That has him remembering how every single of beat of his heart and every single part of him belonged to this man.
Suddenly he understands. That Ignis had made a choice. That Ignis hadn't wanted to go on living in a world that didn't have Noctis. Could he have ever gone on in one that didn't have Ignis? Could he have picked up the pieces of his shattered heart and kept going?
Those kisses are beautiful. Those lips spill passion as easily as they do wit and sarcasm. As perfectly as they had spilled those words. And Noctis wants to reply. Wants to say them back. Because he does. He loves Ignis with every part of himself. More than he had ever thought it was possible for one person to love another.
But he's not ready. Not quite yet. So he shows him instead. Surges forward and fuses their lips together. Arches into that touch, into the warmth of his body. Sighs out his name as he nips into the tender flesh of Ignis' bottom lip.
I love you. Those words are silent, but the emotion is there, clear as day in the way he moves, in the way he kisses. In the way he whispers 'show me' with all of the desperation of a dying man.]