[Ignis sighs as he listens to Noctis' voice through his chest, right next to his heartbeat. It's a sign that he's alive. Another sign. Amongst many.
It's questionable who is the lucky one, Ignis wonders. Because he could save Noctis, and he's alive to speak to him, to let Ignis listen to his heartbeat. If anyone's lucky here, it's Ignis to have this. His hands strokes the sides of Noctis, affectionate and slow. He can feel the bruises under his fingertips. The scratches. The other injuries. It worries him, but the fact that he can feel them hot under his touch just shows that Noctis is still fighting. And will fight till the end.
Ignis slowly lays against Noctis, presses against him with his body, feeling him all over. He lets out a sigh, his lips pressed against his chest, over his heart. This is good. He wanted this. He wanted to hold Noctis, listen to his heartbeat, and he wanted to be held by those arms too.
He's trying to think about the here and the now, and not of the future. Where he will struggle to stay with the others and may fall out too. He doesn't want to think about the vision he saw of Noctis. Older. And dying. Alone. Maybe that's why Ignis was so reluctant to leave him, despite all logic. Because if there's at least a small chance to prevent that, he will try it.]
Shall we stay like this for a while?
[He wants to. It soothing. It's like a break from all that awfulness outside. Ignis really isn't someone who would be in denial, or run away. But this time, he feels a little tired and he wouldn't want to be anywhere else right now, but laying against Noctis, just enjoying his warmth.]
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Date: 2019-08-06 05:12 pm (UTC)It's questionable who is the lucky one, Ignis wonders. Because he could save Noctis, and he's alive to speak to him, to let Ignis listen to his heartbeat. If anyone's lucky here, it's Ignis to have this. His hands strokes the sides of Noctis, affectionate and slow. He can feel the bruises under his fingertips. The scratches. The other injuries. It worries him, but the fact that he can feel them hot under his touch just shows that Noctis is still fighting. And will fight till the end.
Ignis slowly lays against Noctis, presses against him with his body, feeling him all over. He lets out a sigh, his lips pressed against his chest, over his heart. This is good. He wanted this. He wanted to hold Noctis, listen to his heartbeat, and he wanted to be held by those arms too.
He's trying to think about the here and the now, and not of the future. Where he will struggle to stay with the others and may fall out too. He doesn't want to think about the vision he saw of Noctis. Older. And dying. Alone. Maybe that's why Ignis was so reluctant to leave him, despite all logic. Because if there's at least a small chance to prevent that, he will try it.]
Shall we stay like this for a while?
[He wants to. It soothing. It's like a break from all that awfulness outside. Ignis really isn't someone who would be in denial, or run away. But this time, he feels a little tired and he wouldn't want to be anywhere else right now, but laying against Noctis, just enjoying his warmth.]