[Was it really? Was anything about this actually alright? They were dead and apparently this wasn't going to be some idyllic afterlife. But it was the only chance they were ever going to have. They could never have had this in life. Could never have had each other.
Because Noctis was a prince. A king. And there were rules that had to be followed. A laundry list of things that were forbidden. Noctis was untouchable. It didn't matter what feelings had grown between them, how intense and real and wanted they were. Because the path that had been chosen for him didn't include some fling with his adviser. It was linear, a one way trip with no deviations.
This wasn't just breaking from that intended path, it was leaving it behind as if it had never existed at all.]
I'm not a king anymore. [And that was the most important distinction. That which took this and transformed it from something forbidden into something which was possible.
Hands slipped downwards, cupped each cheek with that same gentleness, wide pad of his thumb tracing along the scar that now split Ignis' lower lip.] And you're not my adviser. We're Ignis and Noctis.
[It's so easy to lean in, to press another kiss against those lips. It comes so naturally, like he had been doing it for years. And he had, inside of his imagination, where the thoughts were safe, locked away from anyone who might try to take them.] And this is what I want.
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Because Noctis was a prince. A king. And there were rules that had to be followed. A laundry list of things that were forbidden. Noctis was untouchable. It didn't matter what feelings had grown between them, how intense and real and wanted they were. Because the path that had been chosen for him didn't include some fling with his adviser. It was linear, a one way trip with no deviations.
This wasn't just breaking from that intended path, it was leaving it behind as if it had never existed at all.]
I'm not a king anymore. [And that was the most important distinction. That which took this and transformed it from something forbidden into something which was possible.
Hands slipped downwards, cupped each cheek with that same gentleness, wide pad of his thumb tracing along the scar that now split Ignis' lower lip.] And you're not my adviser. We're Ignis and Noctis.
[It's so easy to lean in, to press another kiss against those lips. It comes so naturally, like he had been doing it for years. And he had, inside of his imagination, where the thoughts were safe, locked away from anyone who might try to take them.] And this is what I want.