[ by the time ignis draws the song to a close, noctis is half-dozing, curled up against him like a drowsy housecat. and the hand in his hair only helps to lull him that much further into a pleasantly warm haze. ]
Mm. [ and he butts his head against ignis' thigh, making a low noise of contentment. ] You gonna tell me what you were singing about?
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Date: 2017-10-09 07:17 pm (UTC)Mm. [ and he butts his head against ignis' thigh, making a low noise of contentment. ] You gonna tell me what you were singing about?