[Ignis's first reaction to his glasses being moved is to freeze on the spot. No, don't take it away. It hides the scars, the pain, the things he would never show to Noctis. Ignis always tried to keep all that away from Noctis, he already had so much to bear, and Ignis never wanted to put more on his shoulders. But before he could mutter a 'no' Noctis speaks again, making him lose all his words.
'Don't ask me' he would say. 'It's shameful' he would answer. It's a disgrace, his reason. It was because he was a coward. And idiot. A cripple. He still is. And yet, after all that, he still wants to cling to Noctis. Still wants to demand to be with him.
He feels relief when Noctis demands him like this. When he questions him like this. When he scolds him like this. Because it means Noctis truly wants him there. And it may be because he's scared and hurting too, but Ignis takes it. His whole existence is to soothe Noctis' troubles, or at least try, after all.]
I'm sorry, I'm- I'm sorry.
[Ignis apologizes between kisses, holding onto Noctis' neck, feeling his pulse, which is fast and steady. Alive. He repeats the words again, but they are jumbled from need and from the effort he makes to try and get them through his tight throat. His eyes burn, his throat's tight and his chest is heavy. He feels weak and this is exactly why he was avoiding Noctis; he already looks so weak, and he doesn't want to act like that too. Yet as Noctis still touches him, it renders him useless.]
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'Don't ask me' he would say. 'It's shameful' he would answer. It's a disgrace, his reason. It was because he was a coward. And idiot. A cripple. He still is. And yet, after all that, he still wants to cling to Noctis. Still wants to demand to be with him.
He feels relief when Noctis demands him like this. When he questions him like this. When he scolds him like this. Because it means Noctis truly wants him there. And it may be because he's scared and hurting too, but Ignis takes it. His whole existence is to soothe Noctis' troubles, or at least try, after all.]
I'm sorry, I'm- I'm sorry.
[Ignis apologizes between kisses, holding onto Noctis' neck, feeling his pulse, which is fast and steady. Alive. He repeats the words again, but they are jumbled from need and from the effort he makes to try and get them through his tight throat. His eyes burn, his throat's tight and his chest is heavy. He feels weak and this is exactly why he was avoiding Noctis; he already looks so weak, and he doesn't want to act like that too. Yet as Noctis still touches him, it renders him useless.]