"I'd tell you that you're the most important person in my life- because you are, and then I'd stress that I never want to hurt you or lose you or damage your reputation... before asking you for... just one kiss. Just one. And then we can just... forget it ever happened, if you want."
How Would Your Muse Seduce Mine?
“Your Highness…”
Never has anything rendered Ignis at such a loss for words. Of course, the prompt had merely been a soft joke of sorts, if only to lighten the mood, yet he thinks perhaps there is some years-old longing in the prince’s voice, for something more, and Ignis wonders briefly if something in his own expression betrays his own feelings, his own thoughts towards this situation.
It is… complicated, that’s for sure, considering Ignis’ position as advisor to the future King. If he accepts such feelings, the action of one kiss, what exactly would erupt from that? How can they possibly take that one thing back if they were to ever regret it? Or worse, enjoy it? He knows—maybe, perhaps, uncertainly yet so surely—he will. He absolutely will. Feelings long-buried never diminished, only hidden, yet they were cast away for good reason in the first place.
“I’m not– I’m not certain that’s a… good idea.” Quietly, softly— gently, almost. It is a rejection and an apology and a confirmation all at once.
