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in girum imus nocte et consumimur igni. We enter the circle at night and are consumed by fire. Independent, semi-selective Ignis Scientia rp blog.

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astralxking:

   Noctis finds it hilarious –– he can’t help it. He’s laughing and kind of happy that nobody is there to see it, because he can just feel Ignis’ distaste and suffering through the phone. It’s so apparent and he can only imagine what expression his advisor is making right now. Ignis was kind of inviting it too though, with texts like that.

[txt;] a donut? nah, i think the donut is fine on its own. [txt;] if you were to send it like this though?: 🍩🍌–– whole different meaning right there.

  He idly wondered if Ignis would be able to get that one. He believed it was a running joke on the internet –– some magazine giving weird sex tips about putting a donut around a man’s private parts and then have someone eat it off of it, but well, it could mean plenty of other things besides that as well. 

No, Ignis didn’t know that was the internet meaning behind the donut and banana-- who would put a donut around their genitals?! Astrals!-- but the intention behind it was... probably easy to guess. An orifice and something to put in it, Ignis thought dryly. The whole conversation was too crass to be having.

[TXT] I’m not certain I want the actual story behind that.

He was quite certain, actually. 

[TXT] But thank you for the information, Noct. I’ll be sure to ... avoid such situations again. Rest assure that Prompto will pay for this.

Execution was imminent, truly.

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ravusnightblossom:

⋞⁘♔⁘⋟  Ravus was a touch out of breath by the time they finally made it back to the campsite. Once Ignis was back on his feet, the ex-Commander eyed him warily. Yes, he seemed stable enough. Satisfied, he took it upon himself to immediately set to work on reigniting the flames in the small fire pit. Whether or not Ignis was capable of that ability was entirely irreverent since he only wanted to have the blazes burning to ward off any daemons, as soon as possible. 

“You seemed as though you did require it,” he muttered, arching a brow and glancing up at Ignis. He took a few seconds to admire the constructed cane in his hands- he needn’t even investigate it to see that it was of remarkable craftsmanship. “With the daemon, I refer to. What were you doing crossing such a beast, anyhow?” 

Of course, being so out of the loop on the happenings among the royal retainers, Ravus had been blissfully unaware of how Ignis had taken it upon himself to actively hunt the night spawn. “You should be more wary of them.” 

Speaking of, where were those others? Surely they would not have left Ignis out here in his…current state…unprotected. They must not be far from here. Though, if that were the case, then why had they not come to his aid when he was fighting the daemon? None of this made any sense to him. 

For the moment, he tactfully averted the final question. He would answer it in time, no doubt…after he figured out exactly how was best to go about doing so. He needed to properly weigh the situation in front of him, first.

Fair enough, Ignis thought; he had required help with the daemon. It was something he figured he would have been able to handle-- he had learned to fight very well-- but at the same time, he had also learned when to run. Not every battle was a battle he could win on his own, these days. He had never minded bowing out... although it had stung more immediately following his injury. Nowadays, it didn’t faze him once again.

He did appreciate Ravus’s help, however. And he had a feeling Ravus’s reactions to Ignis’s growth over the past handful of years was going to be very amusing. He didn’t even seem to be aware of the fact that Ignis was a hunter, and had been for some time.

“It’s a mite difficult to dispose of them while avoiding them,” he said lightly. The same little smile was still on his lips as he collected a thermos sat near his bag. Felt for the metal mugs sat atop the small tabletop and twisted the lid off the canister. “Although if you have a suggestion on how to hunt without actively facing them, the hunters and Kingsglaive would love to hear it, I’m certain.”

After pouring two cups of what was coffee, Ignis wound expertly in between his camp supplies and offered one to Ravus. “Coffee? I’m afraid I don’t keep much else with me, given the usual lack of company.”

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astralxking:

  “I have plenty of experience with dancing,” he offered then, rolling his body to the music; hips swaying and pressing against the other’s, grinding against him with clear intention. He didn’t go out as much as he used to now, he was usually too busy, but he had danced before and knew how to move his body. The alcohol was definitely helping him though, making him more bold and allowing him to lose some of the restriction he usually puts on himself.

  “I could say the same for you –– who knew you’d be able to let yourself go like this?” he replied, chuckling a little as he tried to pull the other closer. “You look really good like this, you know? Not that you don’t always look unfairly attractive, but this just adds to it,” he drawled out then, words falling freely from his lips because of the alcohol.

“Generally, I choose not to.”

He didn’t particularly like the loss of inhibitions; Ignis was one of the types who liked to be in control most of the time. So it wasn’t as if he went out drinking often like this. He was more a glass of wine after a long day, but even then he much preferred his coffee over anything else.

“But it’s been a day. I deserve it now and then.”

The comment about him looking good went straight over his head. He wasn’t a stranger to such a comment. He never took it to heart.

“What about you?” he asked, hands settling down along Noctis’s hips. He didn't notice when they settled a little too far back, a little too into 'ass region' instead of the 'hip region.' “You go out drinking and dancing often then?”

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astralxking:

   Noctis raises an eyebrow when he sees the texts Ignis sends back, unable to stop a snort from leaving his lips. Oh, Ignis really is kind of oblivious as well at times, isn’t he? At least when it comes to this stuff. In other cases he would could be a detective with how quickly he picks up on things, but this? Nuh uh. Apparently not.

[txt;] why not? it’s just emojis and i’m just, you know, teaching you how to read emojis.  [txt;] you say that, but i mean, i’m pretty sure ppl would text you these kinds of things if you allowed them. just saying.

  And perhaps he was saying too much, but Ignis was good looking and it wasn’t like other people didn’t notice that. Of course they would notice, because why wouldn’t they? People had eyes. They could see how good looking Ignis was just by looking at him; and sometimes that was enough to warrant these kinds of things. The only problem –– though Noctis was relieved by this –– was that Ignis didn’t really give his number out to strangers. At least as far as Noctis knew. 

[txt;] 🍑🍑🍑 –– this one can be seen as a butt. or a vagina, depending on who you’re texting with. 

That initial comment is... flattering, but Ignis is quite certain no one would. And if they did, it would be another idea of a joke. But he chooses not to respond to that, instead raising an eyebrow at the next text Noct sends.

[TXT] Thank you, Noct. Emoji slang has now ruined my perception of peaches. [TXT] Let me guess, a donut isn’t a donut, either.

Yes, he’s usually naive about this sort of thing, but he’s thinking about it now. Food was sacred. He may have never intended to be the cook out of their group of friends but he still could easily see the importance in food. To use such things as sexual metaphors...

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astralxking:

   Oh, Noctis can only imagine what Ignis is thinking right now. He’s probably far from amused, which well –– knowing Iggy then that’s understandable. Noctis can’t help but be a little amused, because out of all things then it’s a pretty good prank Prompto has played on the advisor. Especially because Ignis always seems to know everything, making it hard to play pranks on him. But this? Oh, this was where Ignis had a weakness it seemed.

[txt;] it’s cool iggy. i mean, i had a feeling you had no clue what you were doing. it’s pretty funny though, not gonna lie.

  He hesitates a moment then and oh, he suddenly gets a bad idea. Might as well educate Ignis further on this, right? So he’s prepared, of course. That’s the only reason. He also just want to see how it is to text Ignis like this; and imagine that they’re perhaps serious about it, even if he knows that that probably won’t be the case. Ever.

[txt;] i’ll help you okay? then prom can’t prank you again. [txt;] 👅🍆💦 –– okay guess what this means? 

He thinks he might know what that means, but he has no desires to say it-- much less to text it to the Crown Prince of Lucis. ( nevermind that part of him figures Noct is doing this on purpose. teasing him in a gentle, innocent way. but Ignis doesn’t like... inappropriate teasing like this, much. )

[TXT] I’m not certain this is a conversation we should be having, Noct. [TXT] Especially given that no one will ever text me such a thing.

Yes, he thinks he knows, and he’s fairly certain that no one is ever, in any realm, going to be prompting him for oral sex. Nor will he be, of course.

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Iggy gonna kill a blonde

Ignis frowned at the first message, and then his eyebrows furrowed in thought at the second. What could an eggplant be called instead of a vegetable?

[TXT] Technically speaking, I suppose it is a fruit, which is why I thought perhaps Prompto was telling the truth in saying you liked it. [TXT] Some people call it a berry, even.

Those were the texts he sent out before reading Noctis’s third message. Oh. Oh. Well, he understood, alright. Now he understood, now, after the fact, he thought, and he was going to verbally eviscerate Prompto the next time he spoke with him. If he could manage to do such a thing without this blush on his cheeks.

[TXT] I apologize, Noct, it seems Prompto was playing a prank on me. Forgive my unintentional indiscretion. [TXT] ... please don’t mention this again.

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💏💏💏

17. … to distract.

It’s not often that Ignis willfully wants to distract Noctis from work. As king, attention to detail is now more important than ever and Ignis sometimes thinks, if only Noct had had this laser focus when he was younger. But he doesn’t begrudge him his teenage years. He had seen how difficult it was for Noctis to bear the weight of the Crystal, his Father’s death, and the fact that the fact that the kingdom had been thrust upon him before he was ready. Not to mention all of the other hardship.

But Ignis had always known Noctis would be a great king. No mater how long it took him to get there, Ignis knew. And he wasn’t wrong. He isn’t wrong.

But sometimes Noct is just so... involved, involved to a point where he’s certain it’s bad for his health. ( Ignis is one to talk, he realizes. ) So it’s because of the fact that Noct hasn’t slowed down for what seems like days that Ignis catches ahold of his hand when they pass in the hallways of the Citadel and pulls him to a stop, efficiently distracting him from the paperwork he’s reading while walking, leaning down to capture his mouth in a gentle but insistent kiss.

“Remember to take a break, Majesty,” he murmurs, squeezing his fingers softly.

50 ways to kiss someone { accepting }

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The hesitation nearly stalls him, but not for long. There’s certain things he can’t allow himself the luxury of not doing-- this is one of them. Besides, the phone calls are never bad. It’s just the process of... picking up the phone, he supposes.

It’s been a long time, after all.

But Ignis excuses himself from the diner table, not uncommon because he’s never been fond of staying out in this heat, and goes back to their hotel room first. There, he taps into the contacts on his phone and lets the call ring out, leaning his elbows on the balcony railing as he waits.

“... hello, mother,” he says, and quietly delights in the way she sounds so excited to hear from him. “Happy Mother’s Day.”

He’s not unaware of the fact that he’s the only one who has parents, now; it’s not a fact he intends to take for granted even if the staff at the Citadel had been the ones who had raised him for most of his life. But it’s easy to fall back into old routines and Ignis is grateful for it as he eventually settles down comfortably in one of the chairs as the conversation continues.

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cause the only hell I know is without you.

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fifty ways to kiss someone.   send me a 💏 and i will randomise a number in order for my muse to kiss yours…

…good morning.

…goodnight.

…goodbye.

…where it hurts.

…where it doesn’t hurt.

…on a falling tear.

…to shut them up.

…in secrecy.

…in public.

…desperately.

…in joy.

…in grief.

…discreetly.

…casually.

…passionately.

…lazily.

…to distract.

…as encouragement.

…for luck.

…on a scar.

…on a place of insecurity.

…in a rush of adrenaline.

…in relief.

…in danger.

…as a ‘yes’.

…as an apology.

…as a suggestion.

…as a lie.

…as a promise.

…as comfort.

…after a small rejection.

…to wake yours up.

…forcefully.

…to pretend.

…to gain something.

…to give up control.

…without a motive.

…because yours is running out of time.

…because mine is.

…because the world is ending.

…because the world is saved.

…out of pride.

…out of greed.

…out of lust.

…out of anger.

…out of envy or jealousy.

…out of spite.

…out of habit.

…out of necessity.

…out of love.

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khresme:

“It’s quite alright. Please, I don’t mind in the least,” Lunafreya insisted, a puckish smile alighting to her lips. If there was something amusing in breaking the walls and expectations her reputation and station had built, and being nothing more than an ordinary woman. If anything, here she saw opportunity. Camaraderie, maybe. In that Ignis was the second closest person to Noctis after his father, and she supposed she was somewhere in the top five after Gladio and Prompto. For of circumstances to blame for such a breach. 

But, that was then, this was now. If there was anything she was adamant on, it was that she would prove her worth as something more than a burden to be polite to. “It shouldn’t take much, really.” Some Leidan Sweet Potatoes, Cleigne wheat, and Ulwaat berries. Practically shoveling the spent flour into a waiting paper towel cupped in her hand, it seemed to be an easy clean up. 

“Scones? Oh, I see. Might we finish those first? Then I can show you how to make the pastries.” Baking was something Maria had taught her how to do in those darker days, for even then they lived fairly moderately compared to most royalty. Being self sufficient wasn’t a requirement, but surely not a crime. Alighting towards a mixing bowl, she perused the cookbook page Ignis had tabbed off. 

Ignis opened his mouth to continue speaking, and then gave up to blow out a short puff of dry laughter as Lunafreya turned towards the cookbook, like it or not. He understood, he thought; she was the newest addition to their group. Not only was she assimilating into something she hadn’t had the pleasure to be a part of before this, she was likely trying to prove her place as something more than... Lady Lunafreya, Oracle, former princess of Tenebrae, and betrothed to the Chosen.

... it was difficult, though. Ignis in particular was having trouble finding the line between new friendship and his duty towards the royal family. He didn’t intend to come off as unfriendly, although he supposed he had always been told he had been... stiff in the beginning of his relationship with Regis and Noctis as well.

He and Noct had fourteen years, though. He and Lunafreya had had barely a month together.

Time to remedy that, then. Pushing through had been the only way he had gotten as close to Noct as he had now. He wanted to be close to Lunafreya as well. She was so very important to Noct. “That sounds lovely,” he said, brushing his hands off over the sink. Then he stepped up next to her, pressing his glasses up the bridge of his nose. “Noct will be thrilled, I think. He’s probably grown tired of my repeated failed attempts at the pastries.”

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astralxking:

    When Noctis saw Ignis enter the tent, he felt a little relieved, especially when he noticed the bottle of water. “Oh, thank gods,” he muttered as he took the bottler, fumbling a little as he opened it up and then began to drink, finishing all of it quite quickly. Once he had, he flopped back down on the mattress, though soon groaning since it made his vision blur and his head throb a little. 

  “Yeah. Feeling more… coherent, at least,” he admits, his face flushing at that –– he blamed it on the fever though. “I still feel like shit though,” that much he couldn’t deny. He still felt too hot and somehow too cold all at once; he knew he was sweating and his head was throbbing. Just sitting up and drinking the water had made him feel exhausted too, which probably wasn’t a good sign. He just wanted to close his eyes and keep sleeping. “Ugh…” at the mention of medication, he sighed heavily. “Fineeeee…” the medicine tasted horrible, but he supposed it was better than having to suffer from this fever –– or sickness or whatever for too long.

   He rolled over on his side then and frowned. “Also… Iggy?” he hesitated a little, but he had a feeling that if he didn’t say it now that he would never… have the chance to do so again; and honestly, then getting rejected in his slight fever-induced state would probably make it easier. Maybe. Gods, he hoped so. “I… I remember everything I said earlier and… I meant it, too. Just… so you aren’t confused about it, or anything…”

It was much easier to focus on the fact that Noct admitted to feeling poorly rather than the fact that Noct admitted he still remembered everything he had said under the height of his fever. It was much easier to tend to the fever than to try and tend to... these sudden... realizations.

Had Noctis been in love with him this entire time? Since... since when? Since now? Since the beginning of their journey to Altissia? Since their teenage years? Since high school? Surely he’s reaching. There’s absolutely no way.

“I think you made it quite clear,” he decided on eventually, voice quiet but not chastising. He couldn’t scold the prince for his feelings; that would be hypocritical, anyway. But he couldn’t allow him to act on them. “I’m flattered, Noct, but you should focus your attention on getting better for now.” Yes, it was best to just focus on the fever.

After dipping the compress back into the bowl of ice water-- melted now, but still cold-- Ignis carefully smoothed it back onto Noctis’s forehead. “Just rest, Noct.”

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astralxking:

    For a moment Noctis was worried that Ignis wouldn’t move out of the way or defend himself, because it was Ignis and Ignis had always told him that he’d protect him and give his life for him, something Noctis had protested against again and again. Ignis does move though and Noctis is glad that he isn’t as coordinated as a normal vampire would be, if only because he was just turned.

  The silver does slow him down and the pain makes him whine, prolonged teeth catching on his lips, but he’s not sure if he even bleeds or not. He snarls and turns around, glowing hues focusing on Ignis immediately. He tries his best to fight it even as he takes a step towards the other, but he moves his nails and digs them into his own flesh, trying to distract himself from his urge for blood. 

  “I-Iggy…” he whimpers, obviously straining himself quite a lot, but he doesn’t take anymore steps forward. “H-hungry… so hungry…” he urges then, knowing he won’t be able to hold out long like this. He needs blood and he needs it quick. It doesn’t even matter from where as long as it’s blood. He tries to make himself backwards, away from Ignis so he doesn’t accidentally attack again, but fuck it’s hard. The blood he can hear… smell… seems so delicious and he wants nothing more than to sink his fangs into that delicious neck and –– fuck. He had moved forward again without even realizing.

  “Q-quick Iggy. Go. A-anything… anything –– n-need blood…”

Astrals.

He didn’t know what to do. He hadn’t had the time to do anything yet, just to barely get the blood off of Noctis and get him into his bed. He didn’t even know what to do, anyway. He didn’t keep blood on hand. He was a hunter, they were all hunters. But Noct needed...

Fuck. He was about to do something very, very stupid. “A moment longer, Noct,” he said, holding up his hand. Slowly, as not to startle Noct into thinking he was going to attack, or run, or anything that would rile up his vampire senses, he pulled his phone from his pocket. Very carefully, keeping his eyes on the prince, he sent a quick text to Gladio.

Nocts been turned, @ my apartment, assist

Gladiolus would be here soon, just in case something went wrong. Ignis smiled reassuringly, tossing his phone onto the mattress. “Okay, Noct.” His dagger was used not to fend off Noct, but to press the point into the flesh on the back of his wrist. “Everything is going to be fine.”

It was better him than anyone else. Better Crownsguard than a civilian, and it was his job to have protected Noct. He’d failed; he would pay the price. He dismissed his blades and held out his wrist. “You’re going to be fine.”

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mtunit05953234:

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He’d heard it while he was working. People were going into the free clinics and body bags replaced them. Prompto had been certain it was a rumor until he’d noticed something at one of the small rest stops like Longwythe. Outsiders weren’t being treated as nicely as before and it had him wondering just what was going on - Lestallum was turning out to be no different but they had a hunt to turn in.

“I don’t think Gladio should be away from Noct right now,” he muttered. “Shield, you know? I can only do so much and he’s more trained than I am. If I can just get in good with one of the workers at the free clinic here, I can find out more about this illness and what symptoms there are. You know, all the deets.”

It wasn’t that Prompto wasn’t worried about Noctis, it was the fact that this thing was spreading so quickly. So far, he’d been in contact with two of the people who’d been killed and nothing was happening to him that he could detect. Prompto shuffled from one foot to the other, frowning.

“There’s a few places I can get into easier than you can Iggy and not look like I’m out of place. So… Just let me do this. I’ll find something, I know it. Besides, there’s been Imperials around Lestallum anyway right? What’s to say it’s not some kind of biochemical warfare tactic? I mean, this isn’t some crap like Resident Evil… Right?”

Truth be told, Ignis wasn’t fond of the idea of Gladio, Prompto, or himself leaving Noct in this state, but someone had to stay behind. Of course it wasn’t a surprise when Prompto went on to suggest that he stay behind himself, but it wasn’t something that Ignis was going to allow the blonde to do without resistance.

“We can’t allow you to stay behind, Prompto.” While it was true that Prompto could get into places much easier than Ignis could-- the man had the ability to blend in, as did Gladio, a talent Ignis had never seemed to adjust to very well-- it wasn’t safe. It wasn’t that he wasn’t capable, but... “And you certainly cannot go anywhere near those clinics. Especially if it is like Resident Evil.” He only knew of those games through Noctis and Prompto’s playing of them back in Noctis’s old apartment, and he really wouldn’t put the Empire below capable of anything anymore. 

“We should try to find out our information on the tomb first, leave, and then go looking for information on this epidemic. Perhaps someone at Burbost will know something...”

A long shot, perhaps, but it was the safest. They couldn’t risk Noct’s safety, not any of them. “Either way, it’s something we should alert the hunters to, if they’re not aware of it already. They may be able to...” He paused, turning his head to yawn into his hand. Gods. While it was true that none of them had been sleeping well, that was almost a bit much. He needed to focus here. Perhaps a can of Ebony was due. “Excuse me. They may be able to tell us more themselves,” he continued.

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ravus & ignis + stealth kill [2/2]