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battleshot

-ˏˋ [◉"] ‣ IGNIS ；

❛ 𝐏𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐇𝐘, ❜ he says, the word coming with the snap of a jaw. rising to his feet takes gargantuan effort, the pain of falling down the rabbit hole ( so to speak ) already beginning to set into his bones. the bruises would have him akin to a ripe peach come the next day, soft flesh yellowed and aching. lovely. ignis brushes frost and debris from his slacks, one brow quirked in an obvious expression of his displeasure, green gaze leveled at his companion in a quiet display of a growing exasperation ; that is to say ––– not terribly out of the usual for the pair. still, there was some sense of comfort to be found at noctis’ call ––– he, at the very least, had neither fallen, nor been caught up my the daemon, it would seem.

yet the separation causes a seed of anxiety to plant itself at the root of his spine, directing his actions and irascible mood more out of a necessity than a duty. eyes sweeping their surroundings, there is, this deep into the hollow, little light but for the cold light of the flashlights pinned to their own chests ; and, curiously, an ambient light that seems to come from some of the ice – turned – stalagmites. like crystals, clouded over by frost. with their numbers dwindled to two, ignis could admit the paths presented all seemed rather… ominous. still, he takes his first step, crossing the short distance to bring him to prompto’s side as he peers out into the darkness of the cavern. ❛ i suppose the way up is forward. ❜

𝙍𝙄𝙂𝙃𝙏, 𝙁𝙊𝙍𝙒𝘼𝙍𝘿 – of course. In any case, those words spurred Prompto into action. He eased his limbs in that motion, contracting his digits a touch.

❝ Can’t be too hard to find a way back up!. ❞ As if to dispel his anxiety concerning the darkness ahead, he nodded to himself, toeing his way through the frosted cavern. Besides the unknown, he was frightened of the shadows. But, his jacket held a torch like a beacon, extending a few meters ( in all honesty, he was surprised it survived the fall ). – Offering a measure of relief.

In utter silence, azureous optics flit in every corner at the faint vibrations that reverberate through the shallow depths of the pit they are confined to. An error in his stride, unmindful of the decline, a mere second’s delay –

❝ W-Woah – Hey, watch it here – ❞ a moment where he ponders looking over his shoulder, a very minor turn of his head at that, but evidently more aware of the rocky terrain beneath his boots.Keeping balance, he stretches out his hand in automatic reaction to the wall directly beside him.

❝ How safe do you think this is .. ? ❞ ( Am I going to die down here…? ) His voice becomes quieter, the air thinner, the environment more congested as he becomes acutely aware of the scuttering that surrounds him. There was an instant sharpening of focus.

❝ Please let it be a rat ( higher pitched ). Shiva’s tits… LET IT be a rat … ❞ Breathing out as the sharpshooter tries to regain some equilibrium, his heart rate still rising.

❝ Uh – W-Which way now? ❞ inquired as they reached a T-intersection, apparent desperation to be out of this predicament. It would be Ignis’ task to make a judgment; he was too frazzled to think clearly – Prompto in his head was already calculating how long it would take for them to climb back up the impossible route they stumbled down.

manusregis

It's... challenging. It's the only way Ignis can think to describe it without cussing Prompto out profusely in a matter that would be entirely unfamiliar to anyone other than, perhaps, Noctis; and even, then, largely for the fact that Noctis has known Ignis since he was six. Outside of that, he may have let himself slip a little here or a little there during combat training with Gladio, but by and large—

It's challenging. And his drifting thoughts serve only to distract him from the impending, imminent thought that the way forward might not be toward anything but a deep, dark grave. Peachy, indeed. His steps are careful, and the gentle glow of the crystals are few and far between but they are there. Ignis just has no idea where they lead; and Prompto acting like a twitchy, frightened cat does nothing to ease his own nerves other than to set them on fire. "I suggest we follow the stalagmites — overhead." Their crystalline glow is so very, very faint. Looking up as he tries his best to follow their trail, he passes Prompto as his stomach slowly sinks. "Listen for any running water, it—" Swallowing, stepping cautiously, something occurs to him. "And turn off your torch." A rustle in the silence as he reaches to do just that, plunging them further into darkness.

#battleshot #「 ignis scientia 」 one cannot lead by standing still. a king pushes onward always — accepting the consequences and never looking back.#「 ignis scientia / writing 」 thread.#「 ignis scientia / canon verse: main story 」 i swore an oath to stand with noct and keep him safe. whatever it takes i will protect him.#hey what if i replied to something 4 years later #what if i did that #this is so old i can't trim the reblog help

aicidos

noctis supposes he has always longed for the simpler times, even during them. the citadel had once entirely witnessed his growth, and yet, his gradual return to fulfill the attendance expected of him during councils has the bittersweetness of his last school year ending, even though he is still months away from turning in his last assignment. the shape of a throne gets progressively clearer in his mind, one that must be cold to the touch. for now, his hand is bare, ringless.

“i guess knowing you since, well, forever hasn’t cut it for me,” as inane as he hoped to make it sound, noctis knows there’s truth in his absurdity. and most of what he comes to realize about himself, ignis usually notices first. sometimes, noctis can only hold ignis’ gaze for so long before he has to look away, look down, eat the rest of the food and nod intently as he listens, agreeable until he punctuates his reaction with a scrunch of his nose, first at the mention of duties, again at coffee.

his pause isn’t long, not when it’s a thought that has been long overdue. “say, ignis.” he wipes his lips, perhaps as some type of proverbial way to ready his mouth, vehicle of thoughts that, more often than not, failed to convey what he wanted. and yet, some things were worth a try. “all this talk about duties… i never did ask you what you thought of yours. you know, ever since my father had us shake hands. no— way before that.”

he can think of so many questions, most of which are related to choice, and if he ever had one to begin with. lineages thrive in a degree of conformity, and noctis wonders if ignis ever hoped to choose for himself, the lens in which he saw the cards his family were dealt with.

“i guess what i’m trying to ask is—” are you happy? would you choose differently? “i’ve never made you wanna quit, have i?”

manusregis

There's a brief moment when Ignis only blinks. Brief, but not unlike that same stillness of the air that surrounds them as if they were narrowly traversing their way through the moment each with baited breath. The sinking of his heart finally lands at the bottom of the ocean, masts broken, with sand billowing out from its all too heavy thud as it hits the floor. No matter how often he protests these insecurities — for what seems like all their lives in episodic cyclical calls and returns — they break ground. Time and time again.

The thing is, quite sadly, is though Ignis likes to think of himself as the one person that knows Noctis best, it feels as though it means next to nothing in these moments; fractured as they are, the distance between he and the boy across the table stretching and straining ever so slightly further. He knows the other best, yes, but he still has no idea what goes on in that head of his. Were it that blond friend of Noct's he might joke (slightly) about it being simply nothing at all. But the prince was the furthest thing from simple. They both knew it — or so he thought — but only one of them actually understood it. Which is maddening, considering Ignis feels quite strongly that he sometimes knows Noctis better than he knows himself.

He can hear Gladio's chastisement in the back of his mind like a buzzing fly that whizzes in circles always just out of reach. Something about taking care of someone more than he takes care of himself. Spoon initially hovering, he drops it into his bowl and straightens out his shirt at the thought; brushing wrinkles down and out of the button-up, before adjusting his glasses.

He breathes, though it feels shallow. "Were quitting ever even an option, I—" Chest tight, he lets the short breath go on a huff. That's not right. "No," he says, definitive. Green gaze softening, watching the other comfortably, carefully. "Not once."

#aicidos #「 ignis scientia 」 one cannot lead by standing still. a king pushes onward always — accepting the consequences and never looking back.#「 ignis scientia / writing 」 thread.#「 ignis scientia / canon verse: brotherhood 」 if something foul should befall me... i leave noct in your care. / understood.

Boredom. Prompto encountered monotonous days more frequently than most. Hunched over, in a camp chair, stance shifting every few minutes as he groaned from frustration. A low noise reverberated between his lips for a short time, entertaining himself until the shield threw one of the tent pillows toward him, naturally startling the blond.

" Hey! " A slight pout. "I can make my boredom your problem!" he tuts, launching the pillow back at the offender.

In the foreground, the image focuses on the figure who was reading a book directly over the small setup of the 'kitchen'. And the photographer found his thoughts suddenly intruded by a devilish idea as he perceived him with a slight head tilt. A single blink temporarily conceals bright blue optics as he deliberates.

" Hey, Noct -- watch this -- " Spoken in hushed tones.

As a fox stalks its prey, the gunslinger observes the strategist. Providing Prompto with the perfect opportunity was both taunting and dangerous.

Aware of any branches or stones that could hinder his performance, he rose from the chair carefully. Only when he knew there was no way for the advisor to escape would the sharpshooter take the plunge.

With a leather-clad hand at the ready, his grin barely contained, he elicits a firm smack to Ignis' rear in quick, sharp succession. Not enough time to witness a reaction however, as the blond was already taking his leave.

" Noct told me to do it! " He shouts, sprinting, grabbing the prince by the collar and declaring that he would not be the only one to take responsibility for this act of treachery.

THE PAPRIKA IS RUNNING DANGEROUSLY LOW. It's one of the primary thoughts running in loops, circling in his haunted head as he peppers and seasons the meat with — admittedly a little less care than is his usual nature. Given his company, he doubts anyone would notice, but his legs are horrendously sore after driving all morning, afternoon, and (almost) evening. He would very much like to walk into his raised tent to collapse and be done with the day.

The meat sizzles in the frying pan and he thinks back to the mesmenir that had given them trouble that morning only to be seared over the fire now — with, again, dangerously low amounts of paprika. It's a frustration that vexes him, and he drizzles more olive oil to help save the pan's integrity as the meat continues to cook. A pinch of salt for extra effort and one undeniable truth: they'd need to stop over at the next town to replenish some supplies tomorrow if he didn't want to hear whining around the campfire over the next few days. Or, worse, end up watching Noct refuse to eat entirely. The sauce is weak enough not to call a curry, per se — but it will be the last with any flavor for a while if they don't make it a priority.

Strange, the life he leads.

Stranger still, that—

—SMACK.

Ignis nearly jumps out of his own skin, the tingle of it forgotten in the shock of the moment; green eyes dart from the trees ahead, Gladio to his right, and, spinning — Prompto shouting some nonsense as he sprints away to his left. Jaw clenching hard enough to tick at the bolt, green eyes narrow in on blond hair running off into the distance. His gaze briefly flickers to a head of raven hair that looks more stunned than he had anticipated, in total fairness, though Ignis finds that in that moment he has no desire to be fair. He comes to the conclusion that if he breathes in slowly, through his nose, and out slowly, through his nose — he might not break his glasses as he takes them off to clean off the lenses with the towel hitched at his waist.

He places them back on his face, eyes closed for a moment as he counts. In... two... three... four. Out... two... three... four. Re-centering, he stands before their makeshift stove. Blinking, there is a glance to ensure some meat could still be served to those who ought to escape his ire. Finally, he reaches for what they have left of the salt and dumps it on what he's taken the authority to decide will be Prompto's plate.

His ass cheek still stings.

#battleshot #「 ignis scientia 」 one cannot lead by standing still. a king pushes onward always — accepting the consequences and never looking back.#「 ignis scientia / writing 」 thread.#「 ignis scientia / canon verse: main story 」 i swore an oath to stand with noct and keep him safe. whatever it takes i will protect him.#we're gonna pretend i'm not replying to this literal years later but it remains sof cuking funny #remember when i said he'd do something dorky like oversalt the food when he's mad #yeah

s-insomnia

it's always "i love you" but never "this world means nothing to me, do with it as you wish. but i refuse to let noct sacrifice his life to save ours. i won’t let you take him away."

#aicidos #why....... why would u do this to me #but every single one of ur tags is accurate and i stg i mention that in one of my metas #OR in one of my many tag rambles #it's been so long #ignis is the LEAST level headed of the group when put under 'real pressure' though #that 'real pressure' looks very specific and it's the threat of noctis dying #ignis is the tactician and the most level headed until one (1) thing is threatened and it's not even his own life #zero chill actually #also let's all remember ignis is only twenty-two in the main story #「 ignis scientia 」 one cannot lead by standing still. a king pushes onward always — accepting the consequences and never looking back.#「 ignis scientia / countenance 」 study.#「 ignis scientia / dyn: noctis 」 should he stand still i ask you to stand by him and lend him a hand. please. take care of my son.#「 ignis scientia / rel: noctis 」 this world means nothing to me. do with it as you wish. but i won't let you take him.

aicidos

❝ your face is sour. by all means leave, if my food is so distasteful. ❞ / altered slightly but guess who's back to haunt u by request <3

baldur's gate 3. ♡ * @manusregis.

he couldn’t do it, even after he had come all the way here, even after he had stirred his wits for an excuse— noctis merely stands there, folder in hand and school suitcase in the other. he thinks he can hear ignis inside the apartment, and judging by the time, he figures he’s readying himself to relax for the evening. the shame that trickles his neck down to his chest is bright and warm, so he resorts to merely sliding the folder under the door— just as it begins to open.

he feels less dumbfounded and more so simply dumb at the sight of looking up at ignis, casual and most definitely tending the distant sizzling on the stove prior to his interruption.

“gladio told me to deliver that,” noctis hurried to get the first word in, entirely alone in this competition, before even properly standing. it was always hard to define what ignis’ gaze held, more so these days with their back-and-forths, the inevitable strain noctis placed on him by trying not to be a burden. if anything, noctis feared more to be able to read him as well as ignis did; it could mean possibly deciphering if it’s disappointment what he sees staring back at him.

instead, ignis nods, and offers him dinner.

though it’s what he wanted, noctis feels defeated all the same, as most things make him feel nowadays.

from noctis’ place at the table, he can see the small figurine of a moogle he once won at the arcade and gifted him, not without echoing what kids his age liked to say: it’s a lucky item. the memory fades as quickly as it comes, and he can only stare down at his plate, thinking. he’s always been so hard to deal with.

your face is sour. by all means leave, if my food is so distasteful.

there’s a joke in there, noctis knows, but he feels guilty all the same. he shakes his head, and fiddles with his spoon for a second longer. “i know i see you often. but.” i don’t know. he eats a spoonful of curry and realizes he’s hungrier than he initially thought. “somehow it feels like i haven’t properly seen you.” in noctis’ mind, it makes more sense than saying i miss you to someone who’s before you, and has never exactly left.

manusregis

THE ADMITTANCE COMES AS A SURPRISE; felt in the way the air in the rooms shifts, the room lit in the dark of the night only by lamplight in that moment. He's sitting across from Noctis at the table as he always does, but the space that stretches between them has become vast in recent months, if not years. It used to be easy — to feel his presence closer than anything, anyone, even if the other was halfway across the room. Yet since he graduated nearly two years ago, his duties shifting to accommodate and anticipate future needs... it wasn't as simple as tutoring Noctis on how to sit properly at the dinner table (which, as green eyes look across the present table, Ignis clocks that he still fails to do so).

He's in friendly company, perhaps he could let it slide. Though, he can hear Gladio's voice in the back of his mind about letting far too much slide and babying this, that, or the other. But time and space shared between them. There is a difference, he knows. Even if he can't name it just yet.

But the reality is that when he looks across the table, he sees a broken, tired line of tense shoulders. And he hears a listless sort of melancholy that sounds lost. It breaks his heart in a matter of seconds; knowing even now that their moods are intricately entwined. For a moment, he's reminded of the night they sat with nothing to eat except for microwavable ramen out of a cup, feeling content; and his brows furrow for a moment. The reality is Noctis is right. "I suppose we haven't spent proper time together." His spoon is hovering over his bowl, unmoving. Lips parted on a breath his lungs have yet to draw, he's frozen for a moment; afraid, perhaps, of disturbing the air that surrounds them. The vulnerability of the admittance isn't lost on him. It's a strange moment to navigate as his heart sinks slowly, even as he tries to understand. Long lashes cast low, his gaze falls over the grain of the table, before they flutter. Ignis wants to understand. "At least, not time that isn't dedicated to either of our duties, in some way." A pause, looking up once more to meet blue eyes. "Outside of coffee."

#aicidos #「 ignis scientia 」 one cannot lead by standing still. a king pushes onward always — accepting the consequences and never looking back.#「 ignis scientia / canon verse: brotherhood 」 if something foul should befall me... i leave noct in your care. / understood.#「 ignis scientia / writing 」 thread.#the way i've been screaming at you in discord about this for i feel like days #icb i'm writing an ignoct reply for you after all these years i'm like emo about it #i'm literally so rusty PLEASE forgive me

hinoe-0

Happy Birthday Ignis💐

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#i've been primarily on my multi for a while now but of course i have to hop on here for his birthday #happy birthday to the best boy <3 #pure aquarius excellence™ as mari would say JDFKGL #「 ignis scientia 」 one cannot lead by standing still. a king pushes onward always — accepting the consequences and never looking back.#「 ignis scientia / countenance 」 vis.#「 ignis scientia / countenance 」 fanart.

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that being said, small update !

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aaaaand updated ! i will pull a tl;dr and put the new rule under the cut for convenience.

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#「 blog 」 psa.#obligatory rb over here for the rules update !#i'm queuing it so people hopefully don't see it 5 times in a row if they follow all my bloggos #blo- bloggos? idk it just came out #pray the queue saves u all

inscmnus: 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐈𝐌𝐏𝐋𝐈𝐂𝐈𝐓𝐘 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 , straightening his collar and brushing off his shoulders had pulled a small smile from him. A rarity on occasions such as these. While he was no hermit as some would believe him to be , he would only stay so long as he was required. It did often leave him wondering if this was even something he could do. Though with the reassurances and the fact that Ignis was by his side – when the time came , he didn’t doubt it. ❝ Now I’m presentable , you mean. ❞ One tease answered with another , his gaze turned to him and the smile that tugged at his lips before , now seemed a little wider. The music played softly and the sound of chatter cut through it every once in a while , catching the odd word here and there. A warm smile was given to Ignis , of course he knew he was there. If there was one thing in the world Noctis would never question , it was that fact. He knew that no matter what obstacles would be thrown in his path , Ignis would be there through it all. Some days , that was the only thing he was sure of.

Back within the clutches of the crowd – though still with enough distance between them and anyone else , he felt that same exhaustion creep back into his bones. Noctis lets out a sigh , fighting the urge to run his hand through his hair. He turns himself just enough that he had an excuse not to catch anyone’s eye. He’d talked enough that evening , entertained their whims and listened to things that were of no interest to him. All while somehow maintaining a feigned interest. The breeze cut through causing him to shiver. Though it was that slight it wouldn’t have been easy to pick up had he not brought his hands to rub at his arms.

For a moment he allowed himself to become lost within his mind , though he wasn’t thinking about anything in particular. His eyes fixed on the detailing of the wall , watching as the light flickered off the silver delicate design. It seemed to shift as the light did , painstakingly hand painted by someone he couldn’t recall the name of. He couldn’t even imagine the length of time such a task would have taken. Artistic talent had escaped Noctis , he didn’t have an eye for it and he didn’t much care for it either. Such inane thoughts , but they kept his mind occupied for a moment without falling too far into something he didn’t wish to contemplate in a setting like this.

It wasn’t until he felt the touch at his elbow that the sounds once more registered in his ears. His arm bent at the elbow , hand resting lightly against Ignis’ arm for a second before it fell back to his side. Eyes darting to the crowd , would anyone notice if they left? Perhaps , but Noctis was more than ready to leave – as it seemed , so was Ignis. At the question he realised he’d been scowling just a little in those last few moments. The dull throb in his knee making him groan a little , ❝ Aching a little , nothing I can’t handle though. ❞ But despite that , his voice sounded tired. A clear display he’d had enough.

❝ Wouldn’t mind getting out of here though. ❞

❛ 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐍, ❜ comes the immediate reply ; let slip from his lips without thought to filter its indelible fondness. he was, it seemed, taken by the tease and its accompanying smile ––– something often tucked between the pages of photo books in snaps and flashes across his youth. in fairness, maintaining noctis’ respectability was a box to tick amongst the list of his royal duties, so the speak. or, at the very least, one he’d taken on from a young age ( the memory of full cheeks caked with––– cake, jam, and all sorts of things was one he wasn’t likely to forget, nor his subsequent smearing of it with a cloth napkin ; inevitably making it worse before cleaning up properly ). the line between friend, brother, chamberlain, and advisor had a tendency to blur over the years ; beyond that which lies beneath the gentle touch of his fingers, or the way his heart stutters at the warmth of a wider smile, afforded to him in a quiet moment. ignis inhales slowly, seeks to stamp it out as he always does, hidden within the subtle twitch of a manicured brow ; and equally, as always, fails.

instead, he chooses to distract himself with the present moment: minute details. the faint shiver that runs through the body beside him, felt under the touch of his fingertips ––– the line of sight that catches on silver glints of gilded walls. he cannot address the first in good conscience, but he can address the other. ❛ touch ups done some weeks past, in preparation for the holiday. namely, tonight, ❜ he says. green eyes flit along the detailing in kind, though they betray no more or less genuine interest. still, he hums, the tell – tale curl of one corner hinting at his lips. ❛ it’s good of you to notice. i’ll be sure to pass your compliments along. ❜ a further tease ––– something safe, at least, though no less rooted in the same need he knew he needed to reel in: a present awareness and worry of being... overbearing. doubt that the stars doth shine, he thinks ; lets go of an exhale more akin to a sigh, and swallows whatever it is down.

letting his touch fall from the bend of noctis’ elbow with a final gentle tap of his fingertips, his lashes fall lightly at the soft brush of his arm. as much of a fuss as it could kick up at times, the age old injury did sometimes work to their advantage. at least on nights like this ( though he makes a mental note to insist on the knee brace ––– soon ). ❛ splendid. ❜ an odd thing to say, perhaps, were it not for the mischievous glimmer in the jade aspect of his eyes as his gaze slid to the far side of the ballroom, across garland and the warmth of extravagant string lights. ❛ slip out through the staff door––– and grab your coat. ❜ his hand trails over the small of the other man’s back as he crosses behind him, touch featherlight and barely felt as it brushes along the line of his waist. ❛ my car is parked out by the maple tree, ❜ he says, full well knowing he’d no need for further explanation. they’d spent too many years pulling disappearing acts much like tonight’s endeavor.

he grants noctis a blink and you’ll miss it wink of his eye to match the lopsided curve of his smile. ❛ i’ll handle the excuses. ❜

#inscmnus #「 ignis scientia 」 one cannot lead by standing still. a king pushes onward always — accepting the consequences and never looking back.#「 ignis scientia / writing 」 thread.#「 ignis scientia / canon verse: brotherhood 」 if something foul should befall me... i leave noct in your care. / understood.#icb i woke up and ignis was like plot twist you have to write immediately #chop chop he said #demanding as he is #god i need more icons for him #but that requires getting footage so THAT will be at a later date #also i'm turning this into a christmas thread and you can't stop me DJFKJG #or at least a winter one #also idk why we're so against veggies here you ASSUME i don't LIKE carrots #🥕🥕🥕 get at me #icb carrot emojis are now gonna be in the tags on my blog

hinoe-0

Happy Holidays!

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#obviously i have to reblog this jdfkgkf #inscmnus #ty for sending this kay i am cr ying #oh igmas treee oh igmas treeeee #「 ignis scientia 」 one cannot lead by standing still. a king pushes onward always — accepting the consequences and never looking back.#「 ignis scientia / countenance 」 vis.#「 ignis scientia / countenance 」 fanart.#「 misc 」 diciembre.#the colors in this are so gorgeous and the decorations reflecting in the green of his eyes!!! ah!!!#okay i'm fine i love him a Normal Amount

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#ignis tiny waist appreciation #we're gonna pretend i didn't spend last night making a proper ignoct playlist and this morning being insane from 5am onward th an k you #i can't (i can) believe he tucks in his t-shirts like a dork #of course he does because he's ignis #「 ignis scientia 」 one cannot lead by standing still. a king pushes onward always — accepting the consequences and never looking back.#「 ignis scientia / countenance 」 vis.#he and zack are (politely) fighting for the brain cell at present so i'm bound to be in either set of drafts throughout the day #god that fckn nECKLACE #he's so slender and it suits with his fighting style to a t and it makes me so happy #he's practically a gymnast soooo

princenoctisaf

Should he stand still, I ask you to stand by him and lend him a hand–as his friend, as his brother.

#「 ignis scientia 」 one cannot lead by standing still. a king pushes onward always — accepting the consequences and never looking back.#「 ignis scientia / countenance 」 vis.#「 ignis scientia / dyn: noctis 」 should he stand still i ask you to stand by him and lend him a hand. please. take care of my son.#aicidos #icb you would tag me in this (never stop) i am Unwell #how dare they hold hands ignis what are you a common wh*re ?????#it's too eARLY for this (never) icb i woke up to talk about this at like 5am #good ignoct morning to meeeeeeeee #there's also so much about this right like — this is just another visual reminder of the way ignis has adapted to sense memory #tabata i could kiss you for the level of care put into ignis as a disabled character #i can't look at this gifset without seeing the way ignis slowly reaches out to him i JUST #the last campfire and the implications of what they spoke about there are always gonna drive me insane i'm not normal about this

“…. I used to like this silence at night… the four of us… around the camp fire ….” Talking to Ignis but not looking at him, staring into the flickers of the fire, watching as the embers disintegrate before his eyes. A sigh, shaking his head with a sad, sorry expression. “And now? Now it feels too quiet….”

( idk have some pain I guess ??? )

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐊𝐋𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐀𝐌𝐏𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐄 𝐁𝐔𝐑𝐍𝐒 𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐄𝐓𝐋𝐘 ; the pop and crack of the embers telling ignis, more than anything else, that there was a sense of hunger to be found. more wood would be needed soon, surely. its heat radiated outward from the heart of the embers, protecting them from the chill of a silver moon that had yet to fall ; or, perhaps, blame to be had with a sun yet to rise.

the four of us. the sentiment is not lost on him, the flex of his gloved hands causing the leather to stretch over aching knuckles, whitened with a simmering rage that he kept tucked close. a fire of his own, of sorts, burning in the depths of his belly like coals that could never quite be extinguished. rather, it was all that pushed him ever onward, like a locomotive that trucked along the tracks spitting and spouting poisonous smoke. the warmth of the flames flickered over the pale countenance of his face, gave his blank stoicism a warm glow: died in the shaded aspect of his visors.

four down to two ––– a certain amicitia not particularly fond of ignis’ insistence on rummaging through ruinous rock littered in runes. or, at the very least, not always particularly enthused with the idea of joining him on such ventures. not that ignis had disclosed the where, when, or whys. the last thing he needed was a friendly reality check to douse the coals that kept him going with ice water, clapping their hands together, and calling it a day. the tension that lines his shoulders draws tighter as he lets his head hang ever so slightly, a breath let loose from his lips as he combs both hands through his hair.

three, then two. that which was missing but not yet lost ; a simple hope of a promise ignis latched onto with nails like a coeurl’s claws and just as vicious. elbows at his knees, wrists limply hanging between them ; he reaches up to remove his visor, feels the heat of the fire wash over unseeing eyes. he digs two knuckles beneath that which was less scarred. quiet, indeed, he thinks, and hums as that same hand falls to trail gloved fingertips over the delicate chain of a necklace just beneath his collar: older, now, near half his age. poison, still, bitter and vile on the back of his tongue. he lightly taps the pendant that sits just below his collarbones.

poison, poison, poison like smoke. his voice is dry as the wood that turns to ash in the flames, in his mouth. ❛ please, don’t tell me you wish to reminisce. ❜

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#battleshot #「 ignis scientia 」 one cannot lead by standing still. a king pushes onward always — accepting the consequences and never looking back.#「 ignis scientia / inbox 」 answered ic.#「 ignis scientia / canon verse: world of ruin 」 yet in spite of this — i would remain with you all. to the very end.#i chose violence #and opted for the 10 years because i genuinely wasn't sure why they'd be at a campfire otherwise DJFKLGHK

danaduchy

#because i've been crying about ignis sans glasses lately <3 #the glasses are Very Important #and truly nothing fucks me up worse than post blindness sans glasses #but listen #l i s t e n #「 ignis scientia 」 one cannot lead by standing still. a king pushes onward always — accepting the consequences and never looking back.#「 ignis scientia / countenance 」 vis.#his eyes are just really pretty #also homeboy how are your eyebrows so meticulous what is your routine girl

kingcael

You could have said something nice about my profiteroles. >:(

#i have no excuse i just love flight of the conchords and this makes me snicker uncontrollably every time #how do i even tag this #「 blog 」 crack.#「 ignis scientia 」 one cannot lead by standing still. a king pushes onward always — accepting the consequences and never looking back.#「 ignis scientia / countenance 」 study.#this is a Very Serious Blog

nightfeared: HE KNOWS BETTER THAN TO UNDERESTIMATE THE OTHER MAN.

Keeping his sights firmly pinned to his frame as he adjusts his stance, mirroring his own with a grace he seemingly always carried, movements are drawn with a slow, calculating ease, earthen toned eyes reflecting his own intent with an almost playful, but no less focused manner.

Cat-like, even as he fixes his glasses from where they rest atop his nose, not once does his gaze waver.

& yet the overall atmosphere of mirth remains, despite their attention, zeroed in on one another as they watch in wait of who’d choose to strike first, to initiate another round of their dancing. A fancy spin of his dagger, one earned through many years of practice, amber eyes locking in on the frost beginning to chill along the sharpened edge.

Adjusting his hold along his blade, he shifts, bracing for an attack, eyes shifting across the retainers lithe frame for any tell-tale give or hint at whether he’d choose to strike head-on or toss his weapon as a diversion — whether he’d need to suddenly block high or low, or if he’d have a chance to try landing a strike of his own.

Mind racing with the familiar thrill of battle, the anticipation prickling along the edges of his fingertips, all along the skin of his arms in a manner he can’t help but notice, Gladio swallows thickly, all before he finds his body moving with a speed he’s thankful for. Without so much as a twitch to warn him, Ignis is turning, throwing his blade with a speed that nearly catches the Shield off guard.

The sudden clang of the dagger as it collides with the guard of his blade — he grunts, stumbling back only a step, steeling himself against it as he wills himself to move & shift accordingly. The heat budding along the palms of his hands beneath his glove, he clenches his fingers tighter around the hilt of his great-sword as he brings his blade upwards, angling it to block against Ignis’ sudden yet speedy offense. He goes low — something that does manage to catch him off guard.

He takes a quick leap back, as much as he can with what energy he can spare as he grits his teeth to avoid the clattering. He resists the urge to call his shield, knowing he needed the practice to fight against quicker enemies with his great-sword alone. Eyes narrow as he makes the decision to swing the blade horizontally, knowing that at the very least — it’d give himself more breathing room, more space rather than continue to risk fighting in close quarters — at a disadvantage of his own.

❝ — Yer - not bad. ❞

The Shield grits out with a breathless laugh.

𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐄𝐒 𝐀 𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐄 ; horrendously embarrassing were he being judged by any of their mentors over the years. cor would have his head for tucking left instead of right in the heat of the moment. but this ––– an opportunity to unwind on the beaches of galdin quay ––– it wasn’t meant to be life or death. it was meant, perhaps, for an opportunity not to think for once in his life. so when gladio reels back from his slash low only to swing his blade wide, ignis ducks left without a single thought ; seeking simply to avoid becoming the previous night’s sashimi, and paying little attention to the tide as it rolls in.

the sand ––– difficult terrain as it is to begin with, every step like a slow sinking stone ––– is, at present, the greatest enemy to his agility. he should have anticipated this ; but the sun’s heat has sweat prickling at his temples, seeping into the crease of his collar, and his blood beating heavy between his ears. dodging the swing, he rolls as he was trained to, but the sift of the sand has his palm skidding, sinking, and the roll onto his elbow and shoulder becomes unsteady. instead of rolling back onto his feet: he flops onto his back with a definitive, muted thud. the tide comes in with the gentle crash of waves, and wets his back all the way up to his waist ; daggers fallen at either side from limp wrists.

well.

the fabric of his shirt clings to his skin ––– a saltwater sort of stick that was difficult to replicate under any other circumstance. the thought alone had the taste on the back of his tongue ; or so he thought, when he knew in reality the sea breeze itself was equally at fault. green eyes blinking behind glasses mucked and mired with wet sand and dew drops, ignis sighs. but the sigh is book – ended by a chuckle ; the chuckle rolls into a quiet giggle ; and his giggle is sparked to life –– from low embers to a blazing fireside. his laughter is warm, full – bellied and bright: a sound that, to any of their companions, comes as a rarity ––– his shoulders shaking as he attempted to catch his breath.

hair caked with sand, an utter mess, he removes his glasses entirely ; makes a miserable attempt to clean them with the hem of his shirt as he tilts his head back to look up at the blurry image of his companion. ❛ you may want to retract that statement, ❜ he says, curl of his lips lopsided and sardonic.

#nightfeared #「 ignis scientia 」 one cannot lead by standing still. a king pushes onward always — accepting the consequences and never looking back.#「 ignis scientia / canon verse: main story 」 i swore an oath to stand with noct and keep him safe. whatever it takes i will protect him.#「 ignis scientia / writing 」 thread.#bless you for furthering the feline analogy for ignis bc god do i love that imagery #also we're gonna pretend this isn't like 48667 years late JDFKLG #also forgive me if you were hoping for more action™ i figured we could get back to that if we want but i Needed this to happen #when i read about him swinging horizontally #also gonna be switching to the new beta soon regardless so feel free to handle this however!#knightfeared

manarianistas

older Ignis camping

#is it weird that i'm obsessed with the sight of his bare wrists #this is what happens when a character is usually gloved #Hands™ man #Hands™#「 ignis scientia 」 one cannot lead by standing still. a king pushes onward always — accepting the consequences and never looking back.#「 ignis scientia / countenance 」 vis.#and this little loose strand of hair ;w;

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