"Well," Ignis reasoned lightly in the face of this stern dressing-down of his evaluation, "and if there's one thing we all know Liliana Vess won't suffer, it's effort for the sake of anything she doesn't expressly want."
And what had started as just a playful jibe back had, of course, wound up striking on something much deeper and more resonate, and Ignis immediately felt his heart growing a bit more soft and tender and aching again. Things like that aforementioned chiffon cake, for his birthday, or all those ornaments with the photographs for Christmas. Learning how to drive just to bring him a perfect day, and dragging everyone off to a different plane for a concert because Prompto helped her to learn and Prompto liked music and was important to him...
Ignis kissed her. He slid his hand along her cheek and into her hair and kissed her again, as if that ache in his chest had spread all through him and that kiss was the only thing that could possibly begin to soothe it. He had been planning to mention the paella, to divert their attention back to it, to check and see if the mussels had opened yet, to continue deftly dancing around her prompt to tell her something, to see how long it took her to call him out on his seamless avoidance. But now all he wanted to do was kiss her and finally answer her, even if the only things that came to mind were either just inane and trivial, or simply repeating over and over until his voice was hoarse that he loved her.
(Though he didn't imagine she'd take much issue with that, either).
"You know I used to wear glasses," he informed her, smiling softly once he pulled back for a deep breath of air, thumb returning to brush against her cheek as he spoke. "But I didn't actually need them. I could see perfectly fine without them. But I didn't want just perfectly fine, I wanted to perfection, period. And so, with the most miniscule prescription, I made sure my world became that much more clear and precise and sharp."
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And what had started as just a playful jibe back had, of course, wound up striking on something much deeper and more resonate, and Ignis immediately felt his heart growing a bit more soft and tender and aching again. Things like that aforementioned chiffon cake, for his birthday, or all those ornaments with the photographs for Christmas. Learning how to drive just to bring him a perfect day, and dragging everyone off to a different plane for a concert because Prompto helped her to learn and Prompto liked music and was important to him...
Ignis kissed her. He slid his hand along her cheek and into her hair and kissed her again, as if that ache in his chest had spread all through him and that kiss was the only thing that could possibly begin to soothe it. He had been planning to mention the paella, to divert their attention back to it, to check and see if the mussels had opened yet, to continue deftly dancing around her prompt to tell her something, to see how long it took her to call him out on his seamless avoidance. But now all he wanted to do was kiss her and finally answer her, even if the only things that came to mind were either just inane and trivial, or simply repeating over and over until his voice was hoarse that he loved her.
(Though he didn't imagine she'd take much issue with that, either).
"You know I used to wear glasses," he informed her, smiling softly once he pulled back for a deep breath of air, thumb returning to brush against her cheek as he spoke. "But I didn't actually need them. I could see perfectly fine without them. But I didn't want just perfectly fine, I wanted to perfection, period. And so, with the most miniscule prescription, I made sure my world became that much more clear and precise and sharp."