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nocтιѕ lυcιѕ caelυм ([personal profile] broplaints) wrote 2019-07-12 12:03 pm (UTC)

[That look melts the last of his defenses, reduces them down to nothing, until all they are is a distant memory of what used to stand between them. He had longed for a look like that. Wanted it so badly it ached, a pain that reverberated in every part of him. And here it was, being offered up to him by this man who he could never imagine living a life without.

Ignis had taken a lonely, solitary prince and given him everything he had ever wanted. Even when it had been difficult. Even when it would have been easier to give up then continue to deal with everything Noctis dished out. Had never wavered. Had always been right at his side. Had always had his back.

And now he bore the scars.

Hands slipped from where they rested upon Ignis' shoulders, came up to gently grasp the edges of his glasses, sliding them from his face slowly. Carefully folded them before placing them aside, onto the nearby table that held their lanterns, where they would be safe.

Then they were back, fingertips tracing along the edges of the silvery white scar that rimmed his left eye. Across the one that now marred the bridge of his nose. Leaned in and pressed his lips against it, soft and reverent.]


It's alright, Iggy. I want this.

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