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storypaint) wrote2010-08-30 11:52 pm
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[Glamorous City] flee temptation but leave a forwarding address (Ignis/Eclat)
Title: flee temptation but leave a forwarding address
Fandom: Glamorous City
Length: 443 words
Prompt: but I got my hands on you for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
chibidl's birthdayfic
Pairing: Ignis/Eclat
Other: n/a
Excerpt: Ignis had no sense of personal space, which had earned him, to Eclat's current count, one date, eighteen threats, three come-ons (two female, one male), one knee in the groin, and one really infatuated best friend.
Ignis had no sense of personal space, which had earned him, to Eclat's current count, one date, eighteen threats, three come-ons (two female, one male), one knee in the groin, and one really infatuated best friend. It wasn't that Ignis liked to actually touch people, but more that he operated like a near-sighted man without glasses, substituting nearness for correctional lenses. He didn't seem to notice how uncomfortable that made other feel. One of the threateners, a woman from Eclat's Intro to Feminism class, gave Ignis a lecture about how his male privilege made that possible; Eclat had considered the idea and secretly thought that Ignis would still tend to do it as a woman, but it would probably be received in a very different way. Which was probably his classmate's point, but Ignis wore a confused and wounded look for the rest of the day.
It would be so easy to lean up and kiss him: in a stolen moment on the train, when Eclat is leaning against the standing pole and Ignis's hand is on his shoulder instead of on the metal; in line at McDonald's, when Ignis is using his shoulder as an armrest and ignoring Eclat's protests; at their favorite coffee shop, when they're reaching the newspaper, crammed into a booth together with their knees touching. Eclat resisted valiantly, endured all the teases and not-very-gentle pokes, and did his best not to give any hint of his true feelings. When it came down to it, he'd rather have his best friend than a possible date.
He thought maybe it would change when he came out. He knew that was a pretty reasonable assumption; most heterosexual men didn't like to be mistaken for gay ones, but Ignis just shrugged and grinned and said, "Told you so," without moving. He was steady, he was sturdy, and Eclat could almost have cried with relief.
And then they went off to save the world, and there were times that Ignis's hand in his was everything; it filled Eclat's entire world when he couldn't see a thing. Eclat was glad that Ignis had no sense of personal space because he didn't need any, not when they were down to the wire like this.
When he finally realized everything would be okay, when he blinked his eyes and could focus on Ignis's blurry face, that was when he gave in and kissed him. He shouldn't, perhaps, have been so surprised when Ignis laughed and said, "It took you long enough."
His hand was firm on Eclat's back as they made their way to the car, and even if Eclat didn't need it for guidance anymore, he wasn't going to complain.
Fandom: Glamorous City
Length: 443 words
Prompt: but I got my hands on you for
chibidl's birthdayficPairing: Ignis/Eclat
Other: n/a
Excerpt: Ignis had no sense of personal space, which had earned him, to Eclat's current count, one date, eighteen threats, three come-ons (two female, one male), one knee in the groin, and one really infatuated best friend.
Ignis had no sense of personal space, which had earned him, to Eclat's current count, one date, eighteen threats, three come-ons (two female, one male), one knee in the groin, and one really infatuated best friend. It wasn't that Ignis liked to actually touch people, but more that he operated like a near-sighted man without glasses, substituting nearness for correctional lenses. He didn't seem to notice how uncomfortable that made other feel. One of the threateners, a woman from Eclat's Intro to Feminism class, gave Ignis a lecture about how his male privilege made that possible; Eclat had considered the idea and secretly thought that Ignis would still tend to do it as a woman, but it would probably be received in a very different way. Which was probably his classmate's point, but Ignis wore a confused and wounded look for the rest of the day.
It would be so easy to lean up and kiss him: in a stolen moment on the train, when Eclat is leaning against the standing pole and Ignis's hand is on his shoulder instead of on the metal; in line at McDonald's, when Ignis is using his shoulder as an armrest and ignoring Eclat's protests; at their favorite coffee shop, when they're reaching the newspaper, crammed into a booth together with their knees touching. Eclat resisted valiantly, endured all the teases and not-very-gentle pokes, and did his best not to give any hint of his true feelings. When it came down to it, he'd rather have his best friend than a possible date.
He thought maybe it would change when he came out. He knew that was a pretty reasonable assumption; most heterosexual men didn't like to be mistaken for gay ones, but Ignis just shrugged and grinned and said, "Told you so," without moving. He was steady, he was sturdy, and Eclat could almost have cried with relief.
And then they went off to save the world, and there were times that Ignis's hand in his was everything; it filled Eclat's entire world when he couldn't see a thing. Eclat was glad that Ignis had no sense of personal space because he didn't need any, not when they were down to the wire like this.
When he finally realized everything would be okay, when he blinked his eyes and could focus on Ignis's blurry face, that was when he gave in and kissed him. He shouldn't, perhaps, have been so surprised when Ignis laughed and said, "It took you long enough."
His hand was firm on Eclat's back as they made their way to the car, and even if Eclat didn't need it for guidance anymore, he wasn't going to complain.