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My skin is full of flowerbeds and you know every way to make them bloom.

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beautiful boy. itis a thought that has struck him, on many occasions, over many years – many, many times. long before such thoughtswere proper. long before such thoughts were allowed.thoughts such as those, towards a boy such as he – the little loving crosssection of stars Noctis brought home one grimy afternoon like a well-groomed stray. but the constellation that hadattached himself to the young prince wasnot meant for Ignis. there was no part of Prompto Argentum which could beconsidered attainable. and sothoughts such as “ b e a u t i f u l ” and “ c l e v e r ” and “ hair like thes u n but twice as b r i g h t ” were not thoughts ever meant to pass throughan advisor’s rattling mind.

and yet the thought hadovertaken him more times than he could count, and he had wrapped his knucklesred on marble-tops in penance – Prompto was not anyone’s property, least of all the young prince, and yet by theirfriendship alone Prompto was by all accounts – untouchable. which the young advisor ( too young ! ) had acceptedwith grace and the odd, indulgent gaze at freckled cheeks over the rim of hismorning mug.

it almost feels salacious, how he no longer fights downthose thoughts any longer – how he had come to indulge in thoughts of his sweet, beautiful boy made up entirely ofstardust and battery acid. his thoughts are laid bare in the space between kisses,verbalized now where once they had manifested in red-raw knuckles and bittentongues. and he has become incredibly versed in Prompto, his mannerisms andmoods, his taste for melon soda and how well he hides his nightmares in theleft side of the tent. he knows Prompto. he has come to know him moreaccurately than his young lord ever could, and that – well, at times Ignis wasever so proud of it.

there were no morecomparisons to be had between the king and his right hand – and Ignis no longerhad to share.

he mulls on this, bitesit between his teeth from his place at Prompto’s chest – a place he has made a homeout of, snuggled between breastbones and constellations. his kisses are lazyand loving to collarbones, listening to the gunner sigh wistfully into thecrown of his hair – to the soft, mumbled words, poetic and treacherously sweet.

and he doesn’t respond. no. not right away. there is a moment instead of great triumph, a moment where his chest tightens with the beatingof his heart. stirs up memories of sleepless nights spent mulling theingredients to Prompto’s favourite breakfasts – of solemn mornings, a smiling facein crooked doorway that he was unable to touch.but Ignis can touch now, and he’slearned ever more the intricacies of Prompto’s skin, and wires, and breathlesssighs – and has taken great and terriblepride in the fact that no one knows how to touch Prompto like he does. that Noctis would never be closer toPrompto than he has become ( such a terrible, horrible thought ! ).

he’s learned the art ofkissing through Prompto’s bones, straight into his heart that he swears – in thebeats between kisses – beats at times only for him. let him be greedy, of this one small thing.    ❝  I never fancied myself a skillful gardener--   ❞  spoken, chuckling, as a man brimming with pride and yet humbled happily intothe d i r t by the boy tangled in his arms. he reaches to kiss – kisses atfreckled lips quirked at the corners for their own corny poeticism – kisses thecurve of a cheek, the tip of a nose, both eyebrows ( until tittering laughteris his heady and heartfelt reward ). his nose comes to rest against theyounger’s, breathing – grinning – softly. heloves him so !    ❝  -- but practice does make perfect…   ❞

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Continued from here.

Nigh as soon as the words are out of his mouth, Ignis begins to suffer The Regret™. Of course he shouldn’t have expected a simple yes or no response; this is Prompto, whose mouth runs at a million miles an hour. When he first thought of asking, it seemed like an ideal solution to a small predicament, and technically, it still was. Prompto’s photos were almost always exemplary and there was no denying his talent. But perhaps Ignis shouldn’t have been quite so hasty in admitting the inspiration behind his request...

Thankfully, Prompto’s excitement appears to be overshadowing the reason for  requiring photographs, except Ignis is certain that won’t last for long. He’s always been that little bit too honest for his own good.

“I bow to your superior knowledge on the matter,” he said earnestly, deliberately making an effort to not pout. Not that he ever does pout - his lips just naturally slip into that formation whenever he’s thinking about something. Or fretting. “Cooking! Yes,” he continues, nodding along enthusiastically. “Something which can showcase my talents. Oh, maybe I should look through your candid shots. Do you have any me in battle? One where my profile isn’t so bland.”

He should have said it was for a magazine article or something like that. A much less embarrassing reason, granted, but probably not believable.

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Ominous clouds had blanketed the night skies as the piercing sounds of thunder had rumbled. Droplets of water began to rain heavily onto the mountains and barren grounds shortly after. Walking slowly, azure irises saw the slender frame of a familiar manlaying on the ground. Same hues had seen his clothing tattered as his frame been stained in blood. Realizing that Prompto may have been on the brink of death, eyes had widened as Noctis rushed to his best friend’s aid. He too had been wounded from the battle they endured with the daemons as wide gashes appeared all over their bodies. The same blood trickling down their arms, legs, and even their faces.“PROMPTO!”Noctis had yelled out to Prompto as bare, wounded kneecaps met landed rough on the soaked gravel. Azure irises had seen his best friend groaning in pain. Despite the harsh, stinging sensation associated with his wounds, it didn’t concern the crown prince. Saving the other’s life, to him, was of utmost importance. The palm of his gloved hand gently grasped onto the back of the other’s head, fingers gently interlacing into his soaked chocobo blonde hair that had been stained in the blood from his wounds. Bringing the gunslinger’s face closer to his, hues continued to look in horror as teeth clenched.“I’m not going to let you die…”As the palm of his gloved hand held Prompto’s head securely, the other hand would reach into his pocket as a vial of green liquid had been revealed, a potion. Both needed the medicinal liquid in order for both of their wounds to be healed. However, Noctis had made the decision to give the potion to his best friend as he easily removed the stopper with same fingers that was held. The situation had been dire as she may been one step closer to death’s door. The crown prince would see to it that the gunslinger lived another day, even if it meant losing his own life.“Drink this…”Gently placing the rim of the vial between soft, but blood-stained lips, Noctis would tilt the vial as he would see Prompto take in the potion. In a matter of moments, The tears all over the gunslinger’s skin would slowly regenerate. Fresh blood would still be present all over her body, though surely the pain in her body would subside. As his best friend would be saved from the death, the crown prince would throw away the vial. The palm of his gloved hand would move as now both hands gently grasped onto her cheeks.“You’re gonna be okay, buddy. I promise…”Feeling an imbalance taking over his body, Noctis would pull away from Kairi as he then collapsed onto the ground, yelling out in pain. For the crown prince, the painful sensation would worsen. Optics had closed tightly as the gloved hand clutched onto his wounded abdominals. Teeth had clenched tightly as he did his best to cope with the immense pain that had been associated with his own wounds. Eyes would then open again as azure irises gazed onto the rainy skies in what may have been his final moments.But the sacrifice he made to save Prompto’s life would have been worth it.