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   Noctis’ eyes never leave Ignis as he ascends the stair until coming to a halt just in front of him and reverently KNEELS. It’s igniting an odd kind of pleasure within the prince, seeing someone so willingly obey him; and it shows in the faint smile tugging at his lips. Lifting a foot, he pushes the sole of his shoe against the other’s left shoulder, allowing it to rest there.

“ ----- Stay there,” is his next command, uttered not in a quite as loud voice as before since Ignis is right here with him, now. Truly barely anyone else is allowed this proximity to him; Noctis made sure that no one DARED to come too close without his allowance. And he allows only his adviser; and occasionally, he allows Gladiolus, too, but not near as many times. “You’re doing well, Ignis. Like you always do.” So obediently, so religiously -- how can Noctis not be pleased with him?

Noctis nodded- although Ignis couldn’t see him. “Yeah...” He leaned a bit heavier on him, held his hand a little tighter. Although struggling with his blindness, Ignis didn’t ask for much. It was... frustrating. He was stubborn, and too proud, and Noctis wasn’t sure how to help him without hurting his feelings.

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BDSM AFTERCARE SENTENCES 

He stared at him for a moment. It was always a surprise when Ignis asked for something, not because of their positions, but because the other could be so stubborn.

     ANOTHER TENSE NIGHT, TO BE sure, but Ignis is better company than most who are ever assigned to keep an eye on him. If he were anyone else, Ravus might think it foolish that they all guard him so closely - and yet, he’s aware of his reputation. He can’t blame anyone for being on their guard around him.

And yet, Ignis has never seemed ill at ease. Cautious, but that’s not unusual. He’s not... cruel though, not like some of the others. Most, truth be told. Like the wariness though, he doesn’t begrudge anyone their cruelty. He deserves it and more.

He can feel Ignis watching him. What must he look like without his usual shapeless robe to conceal his form? Asking seems pointless, as does dwelling on it. His eyes are covered behind the lupine mask Noct gifted him ; it’s enough for him, or so he tells himself.

“You seem to be assigned to me more and more often,” Ravus says, fingers never once pausing in brushing over the braille letters of his book. “You must have done something quite out of the ordinary, to be given such a harsh reprimand for it.” Why would this be anything other than a punishment for Ignis?

That was an habit Aranea had: when she spent the evening with the four friends at their camp, once they had entered the tent, she always spent a few minutes, staying there, looking at the campfire before going back to her ship. Why ? She couldn’t exactly say. She just knew that, in these moments, she felt PEACEFUL for once. The more she was away from Niflheim Empire, the better she felt.

She wasn’t even sure she had been alone for a minute when she saw Ignis coming back in her direction. A CURIOUS smile formed on her lips when he approached, and that smile quickly turned into a smirk as his hand reached her chin. She was quite surprised at first - Ignis was always so reserved - but gently kiss him back.