Feel free. I have no doubt I've accumulated many, what with all the Cup Noodle I've been forced to consume.
Do not dye your hair purple. People will assume the only reason we're friends is because I'm blind, or that we aren't friends at all. Friends don't allow friends to dye their hair the colour of grape juice and children's popsicles.
It's such an offensively tacky colour.
[The oft reserved Ignis has MANY opinions in regards to appearance, and always has. It took years for him to even contemplate the act of spiking his hair, and another year to actually do it.]
I would be heartbroken. After everything I've sacrificed to ensure you're all fed, look your best, and are well-rested, that any of you would wound me in such a way, least of all you, my partner in ensuring the King's reign, whom I trust with my very life... I may never recover.
Iggy. I dunno if you've forgotten, but you wear purple. Coeurl-print purple. If me dying my hair purple'd be tacky, what's that say about your fashion sense? B-Besides, I could do parts of it... Law's got pink-ish streaks in his and I haven't seen anyone give him grief for it.
[ Where'd he get dye in this world to do that??? Is it natural? That'd be weird, wouldn't it? ]
Everyone knows grape popsicles are the best ones anyway. Grape and Randell's root beer. My hair is already brown anyway, so a little color couldn't hurt it!
[ Gladio. Gladio, think of Ignis. Think of Ignis. ]
Considering he came from a harsh world without the very basic of necessities made available to him, I think we can safely assume it's natural.
You clearly don't care for my preferences, and it's not as if I'll be able to see any changes you make, so it truly doesn't matter.
[And maybe that's half his resistance. Worrying about the boys changing from what he knows into different people while he's entirely unaware. The picture he has in his mind made more and more inaccurate.
For a man who was once obsessed with total clarity, to only have a fuzzy image of what Gladio looks like goes beyond a conservative nature.]
M'downstairs on the bed. Er... Noct's? Prompto's? I dunno. I quit trying to tell who's got which spot since we always wind up all over the place by morning. I didn't feel like sittin' up at the table, so...
I'll believe your choice to cover up when chocobo can actually fly.
[Ignis makes his way from their rooftop patio, where they hang clothes on a line to dry, back inside and towards their bedroom. Stopping to remove his shoes at the door, because he would rather lose a toe than track mud onto their bedding.
Their one upgrade upon 'moving' to Kiichpan and into a house is their sleeping area. While small, they actually have proper bedrolls and blankets. A far cry from the hard ground beneath the tent floor.
Ignis reaches out to find the doorway and follows it down into a kneel, so he can safely crouch and crawl onto their combined bed/beds. Simply leaning over and dropping down is somewhat beyond his realm of comfort.
He remains still for a moment, listening for Gladio's breathing.]
You're in Noct's spot. Enjoy it while you can, birthday-man. He wouldn't allow it any other day.
[ Gladio only laughs, his voice carrying up towards the roof. He's always been loud and it's never been any different whenever Ignis says something ridiculous like that. Chocobos? Flying? Perish the thought.
Once he picks up on the familiar footfalls belonging to Ignis, he shoves his medallion off to the side and sprawls out across the myriad blankets (and bear fur) that cover up the combined mattresses. He doesn't have to open his eyes to know Ignis is here, and as soon as he feels the beds shift under his weight... ]
As if he doesn't wind up in mine half the time.
[ One arm reaches to snake around Ignis's waist, and without missing a beat Gladio rolls himself over so he can bury his face into a thigh with a content sound in the back of his throat. Hair, please. ]
[What's Noct's is Noct's, and what's theirs is also Noct's. So maybe he's a little spoiled. Whose fault could that be? Certainly not Ignis, chief advisor and enabler to the King.
A startled noise as the Shield yanks him down onto the bed and mauls him affectionately. A somewhat ticklish man (especially in regards to the backs of his knees and thighs), he immediately flails in a less than graceful manner.
Gladio is lucky he's buried against Ignis's softer side, or he might have caught a sharp knee or pointy elbow.]
Gladio! Is your birthday wish to give me a heart-attack?
[ There's a snort that he β to his credit β tries to stifle in the fabric of his pants, and after he lets Ignis squirm around for a few moments Gladio slowly relinquishes his hold so he can roll over properly and pillow his head onto his thighs. ...And you know what? Just for good measure, he's throwing an arm over his knees. Just to keep him there. That's all.
For once, he's thankful that Ignis can't see his face. It means Gladio doesn't have to worry about the light flush settling over his ears, nor does he have to worry about the way his brows pinch together in uncertainty. ]
Remember when allergy season knocked me on my ass back home? Not on the road, just... in the city itself. I couldn't sleep 'n I could barely breathe, but you wound up dragging me down into your lap like this on the couch and you...
[ He makes a motion with his hand then as if he realizes that Ignis can't see it, he wordlessly reaches up to bump it against his arm. ]
[A huff, squirming until he's comfortable. Back pressed to the cushion-lined wall with Gladio's head resting heavy in his lap. Ignis can't see his face, but he can feel the weight and warmth of him just fine.
It's been a long time since they've relaxed like this. Quietly, closely, and just the two of them.]
I do remember, and seem to recall you acting like a big baby.
[His hand searches for the thick of Gladio's hair, and upon finding it, strokes his dark locks back from his scarred forehead and temple. Gently and repetitively. The same as he had for Noct when he was a child, Gladio when he was a teen, and Prompto whenever he's sick.
Ignis isn't the most physical of their small party, and what he lacks in rough-housing and games of grab-ass he makes up for with TLC.]
I'd grab your ass if I wasn't so sure I'd lose a hand.
[ But the sensation of gentle fingers brushing his hair back? That's nice. It's something he hasn't let himself take part in for... A long time if he thinks about it. A slow exhale slips past Gladio's lips, and after a few moments he turns his head to rub his cheek against a thigh with a content sound. This was good. Why didn't he ask for this more often, one may ask?
It's simple.
It isn't because he was ashamed to want it - Six, no. It was more... He didn't know how to ask for it without it coming out the wrong way. But today? He's got no excuse to not ask for it. Birthday boy and all that. ]
It seems your sense of self-preservation has improved with age.
[Ignis doesn't have a problem with Gladio touching him, but he isn't the 'rowdy' sort. Never has been. Even as a child, he preferred to stay neat, tidy, and safely out of prodding distance. Very few boys have ever had the guts to pull Ignis's proverbial pig-tails, and Gladio is the only one to have ever gotten away with it.
Their relationship has always gone through phases. Simple. Complicated. Hot. Cold. Ignis doesn't know where they are right now, but in the moment... fingers carding through Shield's hair in near silence, wherever they are now feels alright.
He can't help his voice gentling with his touch, soft actions make him feel soft, and today he'll allow it. Nobody can judge him for pampering a loved one on his birthday.]
Not half as long. I could hardly twist it around my fingers. Now... it's quite long, isn't it? A couple inches since I last-- [He can't think about it.] is this your way of asking for a haircut?
[ Despite his tone there's a hint of playfulness to it, and he shifts so he can grab at... his knee. It's no ass-grab, but it gets the point across. Just a big hand clasping over his leg and giving it a slow squeeze, and then two quick ones after. Honk-honk.
No matter how many times he rolls over for Ignis, he'll always have his teeth and claws out in one form or another. Even so, Ignis is one of the privileged few to have full, unfettered access to Gladio's more subdued and softer side. ]
I dunno if I wanna cut it. I, uh... I was maybe thinking about letting it grow a little more? See what I could do with it. It's still too short on the sides to do anything with, but...
[ Wordlessly, he reaches up for one of his hands and gathers up a good chunk of it into a mock ponytail. ]
If I hadn't heard stories of your father's wild youth, I would wonder where you got it from. Cor said Clarus was crazier than he was, and that's certainly saying something.
[Ignis shakes his head with a sigh. He'd roll his eyes if he could open them without pain yet. Gladio is now twenty-four and Ignis is twenty-two, and in some ways nothing has changed.
After having their worlds shaken with loss, pain, and despair, its a relief that some things remain the same.
His hand moves over Gladio's hand, fingertips brushing over scarred knuckles before wrapping around the same length of hair to 'see' what Gladio is proposing. A moment of quiet consideration, attempting to picture it in his mind's eye.]
Actually, I think that could look quite striking. In a way it would be neater, and more polished than your usual behemoth's mane. So long as you don't dye it purple.
Yeah, but dad didn't set foot anywhere near the Tempering Grounds. Cor did.
[ And he came back alive and with a badass nickname. His head tilts towards Ignis's hand, eyes fluttering shut for a few moments as he takes a moment to soak up that gentle touch. What so few know is that for as flirtatious as Gladio is, he's always been a sucker for one big thing:
Physical touch. ]
So... I'm gonna guess that neon green is out, too?
[ The grin is palpable in his voice, and after a few moments he shifts so he can reach for his free hand and bring the backs of his fingers to the scruff along his jaw. ]
Though I could probably do with a shave one of these days, huh?
Yes, Cor did, but you're the one who defeated Gilgamesh. Perhaps that makes you the craziest of all.
[Ignis cards through Gladio's 'pony', allowing it to slip through his fingers before returning to stroking. He may not be able to see Gladio's hair, but he can tell by the slip and texture that it's as shiny and healthy as it's ever been.
The brush of beard startles him slightly, because that's thicker and more prominent than he's ever seen or felt before. Gladio has always kept a goatee. Ignis doesn't keep any facial hair at all, because his grows in at a snails pace, and looks awkward to say the least.]
A trim should suffice. Although... you'll have to ask one of the others to do it. I wouldn't feel comfortable taking a blade anywhere near your face or throat.
[ There's no way Ignis can't feel it when he swallows, or when he tilts his head back to offer the scruffy underside of his jaw. He'd always kept it short and while he's been trying to keep on top of it here in Kiichpan, things were a little trickier with a straight razor as opposed to a good electric shaver. The amount of times he's caught his fingertips alone on it? Too damn high. ]
I would.
[ It's so quiet that he may as well have kept his mouth shut, but with how he's got his head in the other man's lap it's impossible to hide it. Regardless, it's the truth. Spoken so softly and earnest that it couldn't be anything but the truth. ]
[Thankfully, Ignis doesn't have to shave very often. He would hate to bother anyone else with the task, especially since he is quite particular about shaving with the grain. His skin has always been a little sensitive. Easily bruised and prone to redness.
He strokes over Gladio's jaw and throat, fingertips tracing over the sharp jut of his adam's apple. Considering. He knows the Shield's face even better than his own. Maybe he would do a better job, but the thought of hurting him, even accidentally, is difficult to swallow.]
I never thought I would say this, but I believe I like the length. The feel of it, anyway. Clean up the neck and around edges, even everything out, and you would have the beginnings of a very solid beard.
[More touching, enjoying the soft of it. Different from stubble. Maybe its because Ignis views the world in a more textural way now, but there's something inarguably attractive about a strong jaw covered in something soft.]
It's different when it's your own face. Pretty hard to get a feel for everything with both hands while you've got a razor in one, and you're at a different angle.
[ He swallows again, eyes fluttering shut for a time. Perhaps he ought to feel bad about being selfish and taking what physical touch he can get, but it's always been different with Ignis. With all three of the boys, really. Each bond manifested itself in a different way with each one, but they were equally strong.
No matter how frayed they felt at times with recent events.
He exhales softly and with some small amount of trepedation, Gladio opens his eyes to look up at Ignis. He'd known him just as long as Noct, but there was something else under the surface that he couldn't quite pinpoint. How many years has he known the man...? Since he'd started going with his father to the Citadel at a young age, for sure. A lifetime. ]
Mn... You know, that actually feels pretty nice.
[ When was the last time he let anyone scratch his beard? ]
[ He trails off into a half groan that dissolves into a snort, followed by a short stint of laughter the instant his fingertips hit a particular spot along his jawline. ]
[Of course Ignis does it again with a devilish smile, because there isn't enough laughter in this house. They used to have so much fun together. All of them.
What Ignis wouldn't give to return to the first few hours of their round-trip, when the world seemed so bright and full of adventure. Then he would be able to enjoy the look on his face, instead of being forced to imagine it.]
Hm, I think I like this beard. A highly efficient way to tame the beast.
[ Another half-choked noise, and Gladio "swats" at the offending hand. He really isn't serious about batting him away, not when it's been so long since he's seen that particular smile. He doesn't even try to roll out of the way or sit up which is even more of a tell that he really, really doesn't mind.
So what if they're both a little older? They're still in their twenties. They're still young. They can afford to have a little fun once in awhile, can't they? ]
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Date: 2022-04-07 04:05 am (UTC)[ Cue Gladio visibly aging thirty years in the span of five seconds. ]
What if I went blond? Or red? Or... Purple. Man, I bet I'd be able to rock it.
[ Purple like a behemoth huehuehue- DON'T JINX IT, STUPID. ]
Though that'd probably shatter any dreams of seeing me as the perfect gentleman, huh?
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Date: 2022-04-07 05:29 am (UTC)Do not dye your hair purple. People will assume the only reason we're friends is because I'm blind, or that we aren't friends at all. Friends don't allow friends to dye their hair the colour of grape juice and children's popsicles.
It's such an offensively tacky colour.
[The oft reserved Ignis has MANY opinions in regards to appearance, and always has. It took years for him to even contemplate the act of spiking his hair, and another year to actually do it.]
I would be heartbroken. After everything I've sacrificed to ensure you're all fed, look your best, and are well-rested, that any of you would wound me in such a way, least of all you, my partner in ensuring the King's reign, whom I trust with my very life... I may never recover.
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Date: 2022-04-07 09:25 am (UTC)[ Where'd he get dye in this world to do that??? Is it natural? That'd be weird, wouldn't it? ]
Everyone knows grape popsicles are the best ones anyway. Grape and Randell's root beer. My hair is already brown anyway, so a little color couldn't hurt it!
[ Gladio. Gladio, think of Ignis. Think of Ignis. ]
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Date: 2022-04-07 04:11 pm (UTC)[A pause, followed by a muffled exasperated noise.]
Do what you wish. It's not as if my opinion matters anymore.
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Date: 2022-04-07 07:33 pm (UTC)[ Now it's his turn to snort, and Ignis'll be able to see the stretch Gladio sags into with the quiet groan in his voice. ]
It's always mattered, Iggy. Now, get down here so the birthday boy can take what he wants for it.
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Date: 2022-04-07 07:47 pm (UTC)You clearly don't care for my preferences, and it's not as if I'll be able to see any changes you make, so it truly doesn't matter.
[And maybe that's half his resistance. Worrying about the boys changing from what he knows into different people while he's entirely unaware. The picture he has in his mind made more and more inaccurate.
For a man who was once obsessed with total clarity, to only have a fuzzy image of what Gladio looks like goes beyond a conservative nature.]
Where are you?
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Date: 2022-04-07 08:03 pm (UTC)Mn. Maybe I'll start wearing shirts with sleeves.
[ Now that's one hell of a joke. ]
M'downstairs on the bed. Er... Noct's? Prompto's? I dunno. I quit trying to tell who's got which spot since we always wind up all over the place by morning. I didn't feel like sittin' up at the table, so...
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Date: 2022-04-07 08:21 pm (UTC)[Ignis makes his way from their rooftop patio, where they hang clothes on a line to dry, back inside and towards their bedroom. Stopping to remove his shoes at the door, because he would rather lose a toe than track mud onto their bedding.
Their one upgrade upon 'moving' to Kiichpan and into a house is their sleeping area. While small, they actually have proper bedrolls and blankets. A far cry from the hard ground beneath the tent floor.
Ignis reaches out to find the doorway and follows it down into a kneel, so he can safely crouch and crawl onto their combined bed/beds. Simply leaning over and dropping down is somewhat beyond his realm of comfort.
He remains still for a moment, listening for Gladio's breathing.]
You're in Noct's spot. Enjoy it while you can, birthday-man. He wouldn't allow it any other day.
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Date: 2022-04-07 08:27 pm (UTC)Once he picks up on the familiar footfalls belonging to Ignis, he shoves his medallion off to the side and sprawls out across the myriad blankets (and bear fur) that cover up the combined mattresses. He doesn't have to open his eyes to know Ignis is here, and as soon as he feels the beds shift under his weight... ]
As if he doesn't wind up in mine half the time.
[ One arm reaches to snake around Ignis's waist, and without missing a beat Gladio rolls himself over so he can bury his face into a thigh with a content sound in the back of his throat. Hair, please. ]
C'mere.
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Date: 2022-04-07 08:38 pm (UTC)[What's Noct's is Noct's, and what's theirs is also Noct's. So maybe he's a little spoiled. Whose fault could that be? Certainly not Ignis, chief advisor and enabler to the King.
A startled noise as the Shield yanks him down onto the bed and mauls him affectionately. A somewhat ticklish man (especially in regards to the backs of his knees and thighs), he immediately flails in a less than graceful manner.
Gladio is lucky he's buried against Ignis's softer side, or he might have caught a sharp knee or pointy elbow.]
Gladio! Is your birthday wish to give me a heart-attack?
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Date: 2022-04-07 08:47 pm (UTC)[ There's a snort that he β to his credit β tries to stifle in the fabric of his pants, and after he lets Ignis squirm around for a few moments Gladio slowly relinquishes his hold so he can roll over properly and pillow his head onto his thighs. ...And you know what? Just for good measure, he's throwing an arm over his knees. Just to keep him there. That's all.
For once, he's thankful that Ignis can't see his face. It means Gladio doesn't have to worry about the light flush settling over his ears, nor does he have to worry about the way his brows pinch together in uncertainty. ]
Remember when allergy season knocked me on my ass back home? Not on the road, just... in the city itself. I couldn't sleep 'n I could barely breathe, but you wound up dragging me down into your lap like this on the couch and you...
[ He makes a motion with his hand then as if he realizes that Ignis can't see it, he wordlessly reaches up to bump it against his arm. ]
You did that thing with my hair.
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Date: 2022-04-07 10:51 pm (UTC)[A huff, squirming until he's comfortable. Back pressed to the cushion-lined wall with Gladio's head resting heavy in his lap. Ignis can't see his face, but he can feel the weight and warmth of him just fine.
It's been a long time since they've relaxed like this. Quietly, closely, and just the two of them.]
I do remember, and seem to recall you acting like a big baby.
[His hand searches for the thick of Gladio's hair, and upon finding it, strokes his dark locks back from his scarred forehead and temple. Gently and repetitively. The same as he had for Noct when he was a child, Gladio when he was a teen, and Prompto whenever he's sick.
Ignis isn't the most physical of their small party, and what he lacks in rough-housing and games of grab-ass he makes up for with TLC.]
This thing?
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Date: 2022-04-08 03:28 am (UTC)[ But the sensation of gentle fingers brushing his hair back? That's nice. It's something he hasn't let himself take part in for... A long time if he thinks about it. A slow exhale slips past Gladio's lips, and after a few moments he turns his head to rub his cheek against a thigh with a content sound. This was good. Why didn't he ask for this more often, one may ask?
It's simple.
It isn't because he was ashamed to want it - Six, no. It was more... He didn't know how to ask for it without it coming out the wrong way. But today? He's got no excuse to not ask for it. Birthday boy and all that. ]
Mm... My hair wasn't as long back then, was it?
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Date: 2022-04-08 03:49 am (UTC)[Ignis doesn't have a problem with Gladio touching him, but he isn't the 'rowdy' sort. Never has been. Even as a child, he preferred to stay neat, tidy, and safely out of prodding distance. Very few boys have ever had the guts to pull Ignis's proverbial pig-tails, and Gladio is the only one to have ever gotten away with it.
Their relationship has always gone through phases. Simple. Complicated. Hot. Cold. Ignis doesn't know where they are right now, but in the moment... fingers carding through Shield's hair in near silence, wherever they are now feels alright.
He can't help his voice gentling with his touch, soft actions make him feel soft, and today he'll allow it. Nobody can judge him for pampering a loved one on his birthday.]
Not half as long. I could hardly twist it around my fingers. Now... it's quite long, isn't it? A couple inches since I last-- [He can't think about it.] is this your way of asking for a haircut?
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Date: 2022-04-08 03:58 am (UTC)[ Despite his tone there's a hint of playfulness to it, and he shifts so he can grab at... his knee. It's no ass-grab, but it gets the point across. Just a big hand clasping over his leg and giving it a slow squeeze, and then two quick ones after. Honk-honk.
No matter how many times he rolls over for Ignis, he'll always have his teeth and claws out in one form or another. Even so, Ignis is one of the privileged few to have full, unfettered access to Gladio's more subdued and softer side. ]
I dunno if I wanna cut it. I, uh... I was maybe thinking about letting it grow a little more? See what I could do with it. It's still too short on the sides to do anything with, but...
[ Wordlessly, he reaches up for one of his hands and gathers up a good chunk of it into a mock ponytail. ]
Yea? Nay?
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Date: 2022-04-08 04:45 am (UTC)[Ignis shakes his head with a sigh. He'd roll his eyes if he could open them without pain yet. Gladio is now twenty-four and Ignis is twenty-two, and in some ways nothing has changed.
After having their worlds shaken with loss, pain, and despair, its a relief that some things remain the same.
His hand moves over Gladio's hand, fingertips brushing over scarred knuckles before wrapping around the same length of hair to 'see' what Gladio is proposing. A moment of quiet consideration, attempting to picture it in his mind's eye.]
Actually, I think that could look quite striking. In a way it would be neater, and more polished than your usual behemoth's mane. So long as you don't dye it purple.
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Date: 2022-04-08 05:37 am (UTC)[ And he came back alive and with a badass nickname. His head tilts towards Ignis's hand, eyes fluttering shut for a few moments as he takes a moment to soak up that gentle touch. What so few know is that for as flirtatious as Gladio is, he's always been a sucker for one big thing:
Physical touch. ]
So... I'm gonna guess that neon green is out, too?
[ The grin is palpable in his voice, and after a few moments he shifts so he can reach for his free hand and bring the backs of his fingers to the scruff along his jaw. ]
Though I could probably do with a shave one of these days, huh?
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Date: 2022-04-08 06:14 pm (UTC)[Ignis cards through Gladio's 'pony', allowing it to slip through his fingers before returning to stroking. He may not be able to see Gladio's hair, but he can tell by the slip and texture that it's as shiny and healthy as it's ever been.
The brush of beard startles him slightly, because that's thicker and more prominent than he's ever seen or felt before. Gladio has always kept a goatee. Ignis doesn't keep any facial hair at all, because his grows in at a snails pace, and looks awkward to say the least.]
A trim should suffice. Although... you'll have to ask one of the others to do it. I wouldn't feel comfortable taking a blade anywhere near your face or throat.
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Date: 2022-04-08 06:39 pm (UTC)I would.
[ It's so quiet that he may as well have kept his mouth shut, but with how he's got his head in the other man's lap it's impossible to hide it. Regardless, it's the truth. Spoken so softly and earnest that it couldn't be anything but the truth. ]
How short should I go?
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Date: 2022-04-08 07:25 pm (UTC)[Thankfully, Ignis doesn't have to shave very often. He would hate to bother anyone else with the task, especially since he is quite particular about shaving with the grain. His skin has always been a little sensitive. Easily bruised and prone to redness.
He strokes over Gladio's jaw and throat, fingertips tracing over the sharp jut of his adam's apple. Considering. He knows the Shield's face even better than his own. Maybe he would do a better job, but the thought of hurting him, even accidentally, is difficult to swallow.]
I never thought I would say this, but I believe I like the length. The feel of it, anyway. Clean up the neck and around edges, even everything out, and you would have the beginnings of a very solid beard.
[More touching, enjoying the soft of it. Different from stubble. Maybe its because Ignis views the world in a more textural way now, but there's something inarguably attractive about a strong jaw covered in something soft.]
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Date: 2022-04-08 08:03 pm (UTC)[ He swallows again, eyes fluttering shut for a time. Perhaps he ought to feel bad about being selfish and taking what physical touch he can get, but it's always been different with Ignis. With all three of the boys, really. Each bond manifested itself in a different way with each one, but they were equally strong.
No matter how frayed they felt at times with recent events.
He exhales softly and with some small amount of trepedation, Gladio opens his eyes to look up at Ignis. He'd known him just as long as Noct, but there was something else under the surface that he couldn't quite pinpoint. How many years has he known the man...? Since he'd started going with his father to the Citadel at a young age, for sure. A lifetime. ]
Mn... You know, that actually feels pretty nice.
[ When was the last time he let anyone scratch his beard? ]
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Date: 2022-04-09 12:00 am (UTC)[Ignis gives him an extra scritch beneath the jaw, right under his chin. As if he were attempting to please a very large dog.
Not SO off the mark, is it?]
What, this?
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Date: 2022-04-09 12:07 am (UTC)[ He trails off into a half groan that dissolves into a snort, followed by a short stint of laughter the instant his fingertips hit a particular spot along his jawline. ]
H-Hey, not there β that tickles.
[ But that wasn't a stop. ]
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Date: 2022-04-09 12:12 am (UTC)[Of course Ignis does it again with a devilish smile, because there isn't enough laughter in this house. They used to have so much fun together. All of them.
What Ignis wouldn't give to return to the first few hours of their round-trip, when the world seemed so bright and full of adventure. Then he would be able to enjoy the look on his face, instead of being forced to imagine it.]
Hm, I think I like this beard. A highly efficient way to tame the beast.
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Date: 2022-04-09 12:40 am (UTC)[ Another half-choked noise, and Gladio "swats" at the offending hand. He really isn't serious about batting him away, not when it's been so long since he's seen that particular smile. He doesn't even try to roll out of the way or sit up which is even more of a tell that he really, really doesn't mind.
So what if they're both a little older? They're still in their twenties. They're still young. They can afford to have a little fun once in awhile, can't they? ]
W-Who're you calling a beast, a-anyway?
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