[It was one thing next to the bonfire when Noctis hugged him tightly and cried, placed safely in his lap and embrace, wishing he could change what happened. Making Ignis wish he could change what happened.
But this is completely different. Heart stuck in his throat, hands resting on Noct's waist, as if afraid that he'll just evaporate. That the warmth of his hands is just a dream. And it goes against all logic to allow this, any of this, but... Noct's kiss untied the dusty box with feelings he hid away a long time ago. That he never expected to poke into at all.
And Gods, he's afraid to do it. It's why he's hesitating himself. Yes, they are dead, and they could do whatever they want but... it still feels like he's doing something forbidden. Something that's not meant to be for him. And he's not sure what will become of him if he ever has to give it up. That's why the box is dangerous and hidden.
With a shaky sigh, he leans his forehead against Noct's their noses brushing as his hands tremble.]
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But this is completely different. Heart stuck in his throat, hands resting on Noct's waist, as if afraid that he'll just evaporate. That the warmth of his hands is just a dream. And it goes against all logic to allow this, any of this, but... Noct's kiss untied the dusty box with feelings he hid away a long time ago. That he never expected to poke into at all.
And Gods, he's afraid to do it. It's why he's hesitating himself. Yes, they are dead, and they could do whatever they want but... it still feels like he's doing something forbidden. Something that's not meant to be for him. And he's not sure what will become of him if he ever has to give it up. That's why the box is dangerous and hidden.
With a shaky sigh, he leans his forehead against Noct's their noses brushing as his hands tremble.]
...Noct...