The question made Ignis' chest ache. How many answers could he give? A day. A week. A year. A decade. A lifetime, however small that may be. A shaky sigh rolled free between them as Noct's hands warmed Ignis' skin and down into his bones. It was a chill he hadn't noticed before, a chill a decade old and now that there was some shred of hope, of light, he was loathe to let it go.
"I'll take it and give you my tomorrows if you'll have them. For now... another kiss and a chance to forget what tomorrow might bring. Please."
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Date: 2018-01-07 02:10 am (UTC)The question made Ignis' chest ache. How many answers could he give? A day. A week. A year. A decade. A lifetime, however small that may be. A shaky sigh rolled free between them as Noct's hands warmed Ignis' skin and down into his bones. It was a chill he hadn't noticed before, a chill a decade old and now that there was some shred of hope, of light, he was loathe to let it go.
"I'll take it and give you my tomorrows if you'll have them. For now... another kiss and a chance to forget what tomorrow might bring. Please."