[Ignis gasps for air as Noctis jokes. He wants to laugh, but his eyes water instead. Noctis is alright, Noctis is fine, he finally- finally realizes that. This isn't a dream, this is real. Noctis is alive and real and Ignis has never loved him more than in that moment. It could be relief over the fact that they have a bit more time together. That they could spend it by each other's side.
Things may not go back to the way they were. Even if Ignis gets his sight back, it will be different. Because they both are different from when they set off on this journey. But some things remained and will remain: Ignis will love Noctis until the end of times. And he will take care of him, forever. He never has to ask, it goes without saying. Noctis will never ask him not to, it will be Ignis's decision when he will have to stop. It will be the hardest he'll even have to make and he's not feeling himself strong enough just yet.]
I wish all burden would be as sweet to bear as you.
[He whispers, because he can't get his voice working. He feels too weak and too overwhelmed; too choked up. He then cups the back of Noctis's head, to kiss him, and to gently push at his chest. Ignis slowly rolls them over, so he can cover the other's body with his, now that they have no clothes to separate them anymore. His breath is still shaking as he starts kissing down on Noctis' neck. Taking care of Noctis means he has to see if he's fine, and without his eyes, he can only check it with his lips and fingers.]
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Date: 2019-08-03 07:37 pm (UTC)Things may not go back to the way they were. Even if Ignis gets his sight back, it will be different. Because they both are different from when they set off on this journey. But some things remained and will remain: Ignis will love Noctis until the end of times. And he will take care of him, forever. He never has to ask, it goes without saying. Noctis will never ask him not to, it will be Ignis's decision when he will have to stop. It will be the hardest he'll even have to make and he's not feeling himself strong enough just yet.]
I wish all burden would be as sweet to bear as you.
[He whispers, because he can't get his voice working. He feels too weak and too overwhelmed; too choked up. He then cups the back of Noctis's head, to kiss him, and to gently push at his chest. Ignis slowly rolls them over, so he can cover the other's body with his, now that they have no clothes to separate them anymore. His breath is still shaking as he starts kissing down on Noctis' neck. Taking care of Noctis means he has to see if he's fine, and without his eyes, he can only check it with his lips and fingers.]