[Something within him - something that's realistic, that holds the truth and tries desperately to hide it from the rest of him - wants to say that no one can be happy all the time. No one can constantly be smiling. Not even Prompto, who shone so bright it was as if someone had captured the sun and placed the entirety of it into one person.
And if the sun himself wasn't capable of it, then Noctis definitely wasn't.
But he doesn't. Because Ignis doesn't need the truth if realism right now.
His head tilts, just enough to press his lips softly into the mess formed by dirty blond hair. To nuzzle down into it and breathe in deeply. Ignis was better than any healing spell or pain killers he'd ever experienced. Chases away the ache and the sadness. Fought away the nightmares and gave everything he had just to get Noctis through one more day.]
I know, Iggy. It's why seeing you hurt so much when we first got here. [Because he knew those burns ached. And hw couldn't even do anything about it.]
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And if the sun himself wasn't capable of it, then Noctis definitely wasn't.
But he doesn't. Because Ignis doesn't need the truth if realism right now.
His head tilts, just enough to press his lips softly into the mess formed by dirty blond hair. To nuzzle down into it and breathe in deeply. Ignis was better than any healing spell or pain killers he'd ever experienced. Chases away the ache and the sadness. Fought away the nightmares and gave everything he had just to get Noctis through one more day.]
I know, Iggy. It's why seeing you hurt so much when we first got here. [Because he knew those burns ached. And hw couldn't even do anything about it.]