[ Closed ] OU - Ignis and Noctis

[kittycaterer]

[ It’s not that Noctis has never seen Ignis without his glasses, it’s just that it’s so rare that he takes them off. What with his obsession with clarity and all. He never really considered it until Ignis had managed to get them stolen by a wild chocobo the previous day.

It’s still funny to him. Noctis shouldn’t laugh, but the situation was a riot.

But Noctis finds himself oddly interested in the result. In how Ignis looks without them. It’s like a totally different person, yet the voice and personality are much the same. Noctis isn’t so much a liar about the attraction he has towards Ignis so much as he doesn’t know that’s what is going on. He’s about as oblivious to his own feelings as ever. All he knows is that he oddly wants to see it again.

That’s a bit embarrassing though. Maybe he should keep it to himself. Noctis mulls over the thought while staring at the fire at camp. They’ve nestled at Spelcray Haven, where the view of the night sky is honestly Noct’s favorite. They’ve stayed here before, taking another pit stop on the way back towards their destination.

Noctis sighs as he leans back in his foldable chair, Prompto and Gladio off doing a jog for some odd reason while Ignis prepares dinner. He’s not much for starting conversation, and so his head lulls to the side, eyes shifting upward to watch his retainer at work. Something Noctis often does without realizing: staring. ]

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[amities]

[Okay, he really needs to settle and stop, otherwise he's just going to upset Noctis to the point that he's going to throw a tantrum and simply warp himself into the tent. Ignis allows his hand to fall, fingers still tucked carefully against his mouth to attempt to hide the humored expression he still can't seem to squash down.

But there is clear, irrevocable warmth in his eyes as he speaks, as he refuses to move away from Noct's space as he gazes down at him with utter fondness.]

I should allow you to explain then. It'd make things much clearer to me. You understand how much I favor clarity.

[His voice hushes, the hand at his mouth finally dropping. The setting sun has his hair glistening an almost golden shade, tufted bangs swaying in the breeze, pink awash over his face from his laughter and the strange inkling of embarrassment he suddenly is starting to feel because Noctis was in fact hitting on him. And he hadn't noticed.

He wishes he had.]

Would you, please? Noct.