004. noctis/ignis; i find shelter in this way

[heavyweighsthe]

under cover hide away

( The sound of the wind rattles across the roof of what was not much more than a glorified shack, rain pounding against the walls and windows. And Noct eyes, as much as he can, through the darkness. He supposes it could have been worse — they’d found somewhere relatively safe to duck into, similar runes lining the walls that line the havens and he hopes that’s enough to keep any daemons from coming too close. Now all there was to do was wait. Wait and beat himself up some more for insisting on Ignis taking him out to fish that afternoon. Which in and of itself wasn’t that awful of a request probably, how could he have known they’d get swarmed by some nasties on the way back, stranded with weather and poor Ignis burning up with something that the legion of potions he’d forced on him had barely touched. Yeah… it had been a good day. He pulls his phone out as it buzzes in his pocket and quickly replies to Gladio’s text, checking in. It had taken a lot to force the other to stay still at the motel — no sense him and Prompto getting lost in the weather too. He tears himself away from the window and moves to the lone bed in the room, sinking gently to the edge of it as he looks over Ignis. His lips press together, worry clear in his face. ) Can I get you anything? ( Not that he’s exactly sure what that would be. Water maybe, there was a sink. )

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[heavyweighsthe]

( He’s not expecting the little whimper, and he’s sure as hell not expecting the way it hits him. Or the way his thoughts go from a sort of innocent Ignis feels like crap this might make him feel better to something entirely else at such a rapid speed it honestly leaves him dizzy. And it takes a lot to reign his thoughts back in, to come back to the moment and not get lost to thoughts he knows he maybe shouldn’t be having in the first place.

He swallows a little and repeats the move before Ignis can get the rest of his words out.

And Noct has to smile a little at the compromise. At all of it really. How even now Ignis is still being well… so Ignis about everything. Entirely frustrating but endearing it its own little way. And in all honesty it keeps his own worry down, that he still at least had the strength to only meet him halfway. )

I wouldn’t dream of thinking as such. ( He assures Ignis, a small tone of amusement to the words as he slips under the blanket and shuffles in closer.

He tucks his face into the back of Ignis’ neck, and it’s kind of awkward because he’s not entirely sure what to do with his arm, this close it’s kind of hard to put it anywhere but around Ignis. So he does, lightly resting it over him and there’s a small pause before he asks quietly: ) Is this okay? ( It was one thing to do nearly the same thing in the dead of his sleep, another entirely to do it actively. )

[mumistheword]

Mm.

[ Ignis is, honestly, completely exhausted right now. But making his mind work about himself is extremely difficult under the best of circumstances, and with Noctis right there, it is nearly impossible.

But he also knows just how difficult this must be for his ... prince, and so he tries.

He can also feel the arm hovering over him, and sighs lightly to himself, but at least Noct is going to get warm faster.

He makes sure that his hands are dry, wiping them carefully of any trace of sweat, before reaching up, just so, until he's tugged Noct's chilly hand between both of his palms, sighing a little with relief. (He does not think this is... suggestive. He just knows that it feels better, and it will be warmer for Noct. Good enough reason, no?)

He swallows, realizing again how tangled the cursed things makes his thoughts, and takes a deep breath. ]

It will ease up soon, I am sure. But taking advantage of it until it does just has to be better than not. You should feel warmer soon enough.

[ ... oddly, the regular-ish huff of Noct's breath against his neck both makes him want to drift and energizes him, like electricity tingling in his veins, urgently wanting to know what next. ]

[heavyweighsthe]

( He doesn't really mean to, but there's a soft — content — sigh as Ignis’ hands envelope his own. Warmth spreading through him for reasons more than just the heat of Ignis’ hands. And once he feels his hand start to warm, fingers unthaw he moves the digits. A shift in the hold to lace his fingers through Ignis’ as his thumb brushes lightly against skin.

Which was — fine right? Hand holding was well within the parameters of friend behaviour. Or at least he's trying to tell himself. Even if it feels wholly intimate, laying in that small bed with the sound of rain… the warmth of their bodies pressing close together.

And Noctis, even as his mind clouds more and more, tries to justify. Ignis is sick, it's been a trying few weeks since they'd left. There was comfort in the touch, nothing more. Comfort like the way Noct can smell Ignis, as close as they were. Under the small hint of sweat and dirt it was there. A fragrance he's known all his life and he can't help but nuzzle his face in closer to Ignis’ neck.

Maybe though… maybe it's a little less seeking comfort though that has his leg sliding between Ignis’. And it's definitely something else than comfort behind his next move. Lost to how good — how right it feels to be curled into Ignis like this, his own nature that is too demanding and impulsive at times as he lets his lips drag along the skin of Ignis’ neck. And then he promptly stiffens as he realizes what he's just done, the line he's just crossed. )