the longer the waiting the sweeter the kiss

[blindsider]

[ Honestly, a six-month anniversary isn't something he'd been thinking about celebrating until Noctis had brought it up (in... however a disastrous fashion). It's always seemed a little morbid to count what time they have together. But once the idea is in his head, he can't quite leave it alone.

He thinks first of taking Noctis out somewhere they can watch the stars. A nice callback, if there'd been something particularly interesting happening, but as it stands the idea doesn't weigh against the tradeoff of camping when he's hoping to... celebrate. Then clothing, perhaps, something tailored especially for him. Ignis likes the idea of a symbol of his affection that Noctis can wear in public, but when almost all of Noct's clothing is tailored especially for him and a full third of it chosen by Ignis anyway, it lacks significance.

It's not until he hears about a fellow student looking for assistance that he knows what it needs to be. He'd hoped for pure royal black, but when he'd arrived to have a look none of them had quite matched that description. In the end, the kitten he chooses is almost entirely black – the toes of her front left paw are white, making her look as if she's dipped it delicately into paint, and he thinks she's all the more charming for it. She's been with her mother long enough that she's past the helpless fluffball stage, bright and inquisitive and affectionate with him until she decides she's had enough and trots away haughtily, her little tail held completely upright, and lays down to take a nap.

She's perfect.

He tells Noctis he's going to come by to prepare a special meal, and he has every intention of doing so. He explains away the everyday nature of it by reasoning that this way they have the privacy to be as affectionate as they like, but when he's at the door he sends Noctis a text asking him to wait on the couch, with his eyes closed. He's almost certain any text he receives in response will have some accusation of kinkiness so he doesn't check, just carries in his first load; ingredients for dinner and the cheesecake he'd prepared ahead of time, craning to see if Noctis is following instructions. ]

Won't be long.

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[blindsider]

They can hardly scold me if we can't fit her in the carrier to get her there.

[ It's all pronounced with a chiding tone, but the look he's giving her is soft enough to betray him utterly. She's perfect, and Noctis is clearly smitten. Ignis is feeling very pleased with himself indeed.

To the food, then; the water is boiling, so he adds new potatoes, tiny things barely bigger than the end of his thumb. The sauce he's making is tomato-based, but full of spices and sweetened just a touch, He's reasonably confident that he can pass it off as practically ketchup, and he sets about finely mincing garlic and shallots with confidence. ]

So, Noct. Are you ready for the responsibilities of fatherhood?

[linkstrike]

[ ... okay, he really did mean to help with the cooking.

but it's way too easy to be utterly enthralled with astra -- she finishes off her dinner and then promptly plops down to wash her face and paws, so prim and fastidious that you never would have known how messily she'd been eating just a moment before.

of course, the question is enough to pull his attention away, blinking and then snorting a laugh. ] As long as you're sticking around, I think I'll be okay. I don't think I'm cut out for the whole single parent thing.

[blindsider]

[ It is only by colossal force of will that Ignis manages to sweep the chopped vegetables into the pan before he moves to lean over Noctis and kiss the top of his head instead of abandoning them altogether. And he certainly doesn't begrudge Astra the attention she's getting in lieu of his help; it'll take a lot more than that to take the sheen off how much he's enjoying seeing them together. ]

My cross to bear. I think I'll manage.