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sleepy
(from my own screenshots, i took thousands of them)
Ignis Scientia x fem!reader; nightcall; friends to lovers, but he fell first and harder, she doesn't know it yet; unheard confession; Ignis is yearning because it's canon.
word count: 304
https://archiveofourown.org/works/75878631
He looked at the phone beside him and put it close to his ear to better hear her voice. She breathed so calmly and relaxed, it made him also close his own eyes. He put aside his glasses on the nightstand and leaned on his phone against his cheek. He wished he could feel her heartbeat, not his cold gadget.
She fell asleep. She called him to talk about anything, unable to calm her thoughts, and he didn't hesitate to let her. She thought that he was busy and let her just babble while he was handling his work, furthermore he put everything aside to listen to her and rest with her at the same time. He wished to see her again, to touch her soft hair.
“Are you sleeping?” He whispered, decided to ask, to ensure that she had finally dozed off. And he was right: she didn't answer him. He smiled at the corner of his lips, hugged his pillow, and continued to hear her soft sighs. She had put her phone closer to her mouth this time when she talked. He should have ended the call, but instead he hesitated. He imagined her sleeping in her bed without him, covered in a blanket, surrounded by her favourite chocobo plushies she had collected.
“Sleep well, my love.” He whispered to her, swallowed his sadness, closed his eyes, buried his face into the pillow, breathed in, imagining her hair, her neck. How he wanted to touch her, to kiss her cheeks, her lips. He imagined how soft her sleepy sighs were, so tired and beautiful. His hand rubbed his own hair unconsciously, he dreamt of her, couldn't stop it, not now. He had to end the call, but felt too selfish to do it. He craved her, her assistance to let him fall asleep, too.
I've come with a new portrait!
Happy birthday, council Scientia!
parade portait.
w i p
ignis mixed with gideon. why not?
full art on p⭐treon
FFXV doodles
lightning study
(full res ver)
asked him to wear this outfit. 🙂↕️