#fireignis

[sanguinesaint]

"Who the hell are you?"

[n-o-x-c-r-i-s-t-a-u-x]

A Disastrous Dinner. || Noctis, Ignis, King Caelum, Kohana and Prompto.

The cadency of soft pattering of rain was perceived simultaneously to the contact it made with the glass pane window as twin iridescent shades of effulgent celestine gazed upon the enshrouded horizon, wholly enthralled by the spectacle of water droplets gliding upon the impeccable surface. Dissevering incandescent tinged folds apart, a reminiscent exhalation of warm breath departed from the confines of his mouth and ghosted over the translucent glass in which the procedure induced it to obnubilate in a cloak of haze. Bestowing the mobility of an ascension of naked digits attached to a manus, the tips slightly grazed the surface of the brittle, abnormal shape of polished glass—besmirching the albescent purity of the luculent coalescence of crystallization. Subconsciously creating intricate designs, a distinguished trademark of his chirography, a single index digit delineated his moniker before it slid to return back to its initial position beside his flank.

Relinquishing yet another sigh, the descending of the head ensued, resting his forehead against the window as obsidian lashes that were analogous to a raven's black wing fluttered and lowered to a closure, fanning over the apples of his cheeks as the phosphorescent moonlight reflected upon his physique and bestowed an ethereal glow, displaying a quintessence of an artisan weaving an intricate amount of details and painting a variant of hues on a canvas. Ignoring the umbrageous expanse of the celestial sky and downpour of rain, twin limbs rose to an ascension yet again and the curling of extremities by the mobility that was granted upon the smooth marble frame, inwardly willing the cooling surface to alleviate the throbbing sensation which was forming and insistently grew by the second that has passed, though by the crease of a dark brow and a slight downturn of cerise tiers, it was apparent that the prince had a great deal of stress upon his psyche.

It was times analogous to the currently situation at hand in which he craved the familiarized taste of nicotine and tar swirling within the confines of his mouth, and yet, this was time where he could not for the sake of causing displeasure. Feeling a throbbing sensation beneath his forehead, elongated digits ascended to settle upon the bridge of his nose and subconsciously rubbed the area for the sake of ridding the ever growing headache away. Obviously troubled by what he cogitated upon the foreshadowing events that has yet to occur, the mien upon his physiognomy was writ with disquietude as sentiments of anxiety tumefied from within. Raven tendrils shuddered as lashes fluttered, capturing the stars upon the obsidian surface as it ascended under the guidance of calcite lids as his expression then transitioned into a semblance of moue. Rotating his head in a longitudinal direction, his right foot thus performed a pivotal which prompted his physique to turn in a clockwise motion of ninety degrees and thus it commenced a promenade to depart to a mindless destination.

What if it all went wrong? What if he ended up making a fool out of himself? What if prospective of dinner would soon go downhill and thus, become wholly chaotic? What if, if worse came to worse, his father would abscond from it all? What if, what if, what if? A series of queries that was expressed, enshrouded in a cloak of umbrageous shadows induced an echolalia of plangent cacophonous sounds within his psyche. Stepping over the threshold that would undoubtedly guide him outside from the confines of the kingdom walls, the cadency of footfalls emanated throughout the hushed corridors by the contact of heavy laden boots meeting the ground, inducing an echolalia of plangent sounds in its wake. Truly, his thought process might be a bit exaggerated and he has the tendency of fretting a bit too often over things in which are not much of consequential matters, but he could not help it. Perhaps only time will tell, but for the time being, he shall await for the others to make their appearance in turn.

[ignisxscientia-blog]

Ignis: I can see what's happening.

Prompto: (What?)

Ignis: And they don't have a clue!

Prompto: (Who?)

Ignis: They'll fall in love and here's the bottom line.

Ignis: Our trio's down to two.

Prompto: (Oh.)

Ignis: Ze sweet caress of twilight.

Ignis: There's magic everywhere.

Ignis: And with all this romantic atmosphere.

Ignis: Disasters in the air!

[wanderer-clem]

//Wonderful job breaking my heart ;-; I was thinking on making a Lee blog, too. But your blog is set after ;-; I MUST RP WITH YOU.

OutOfZombies: ;w; I'd still RP with you! Could always do an AU with Lee and Clem or something~ [Being set after just made it easier for other muses that weren't from TWD, yanno?]

....And at some point I probably will break hearts XD There will be feels eventually eheheh..

[n-o-x-c-r-i-s-t-a-u-x]

 

[n-o-x-c-r-i-s-t-a-u-x]

"Well, well, I come back from my vacation and find you dear friend raving about. Must I add extra security to the premises so others don't happen upon an unfortunate demise?"

"Finally, you’re back. Where have you been? Don’t just stand there—help me out here!"

[n-o-x-c-r-i-s-t-a-u-x]

Tasukete kudasai. {Noctis | Ignis}

Human emotions is quite a convoluted subject to grasp. One could perceive the sentiments in which one is experiencing and one could not control how one felt, but there were a myriad of things in which the prince did not understand. Bestowing the mobility of an ascension of naked digits attached to a manus, the tips slightly grazed the surface of the brittle, abnormal shape of polished glass—besmirching the albescent purity of the luculent coalescence of crystallization. Chromatic tinctured irises of ensnaring lapis lazuli accosted the mimicry of the visual spectacle of his vis-à-vis as it returned its gaze beneath the surface. The other appendage that rested beside his flank scaled and skimmed athwart the marble surface, curling pallid digits around the umbrageous shades and under the guidance of an escalation, settled the sunglasses below the bridge of his nose—proceeding along with this action, the aforementioned extremities grasped the edges of his hood and in a single movement, deftly pulled it over his head, thus concealing his unruly hair and angular features within the vestiges of what the article of clothing offered.

Although the task in which Noctis had to perform required diminutive action, there were safety precautions to take and as much as he highly regarded the citizens, he did not possess the disposition to engage them in a conversation and tolerate them pursuing and hassling him. His visage was widely recognized and whenever the opportunity gave birth for him to bask in the brief lapse of liberty from his duties, it was usual for him to amble within the perimeters of the city state and visit in which his birthplace had to provide. He was famous--that much he was cognizant of, but it did not denote that he had to develop a penchant for it. Granted, he was the prince and was to be expected and yet, he was not akin to the others and was not a quintessential representation of royalty. Endeavor as he might to conceal it, but he was shy—especially when it comes to being around the opposite sex. Tranquil and composed on the exterior he may be, but beneath the surface he always felt a sense of disquietude whenever he becomes the center of attention. Therefore, especially in this particular case, it was imperative--consequential in which he remain inconspicuous as possible or the repercussions would be dire.

Quite frankly, the raven haired male did not have a clue as to why he was proceeding with this. The thought of him doing such was ludicrous, preposterous and perhaps blasphemous as well and yet, he could not find it within himself to forfeit. The prince knew that in order for his task to be a success, he could not possibly do it by himself and he also knew that he could not inquire his usual chauffeur to assist him for reasons of being on the receiving end of his judgment. Emitting a exiguous 'hmm' as he turned a hundred and eighty degrees languidly, he fell victim to an introspection as a series of monikers flirted within his psyche. His father? No… he was currently on a personal leave and as much as the elder held the answers in which he seek, he did not have the desire to hold possession of a throbbing migraine. Gladiolus? Another no, for the man was as clueless as he himself was. Prompto? A definite no--he would garner too much attention towards them and his identity would no longer remain veiled. As much as Noctis appreciated each and every one of his companions (though the king was another subject altogether), they were not the appropriate choice for the situation at hand. It had to be someone he is not close to--someone he does not know and vice versa and someone who could be trusted to keep their word to stay quiet. If not them, then who…?

In a moment of realization, caerulean depths widened slightly and in a moment of uncharacteristic nature, he almost surrendered to the impulse of allowing his palm to contact the expanse of his forehead, though in lieu of doing such, a mumble of chastisement was given before atramentous tendrils shook in a sweeping motion. How could he forget? Ignis could assist him, yes--he could trust him. He would not breathe anything as much as a word to anyone, reveal his true identity under the meticulous eyes of the public and was knowledgeable in that regard. Granted, although Noctis was a bit wary to inquire him for his assistance, there was no one else who would fit the requirements but him. Relinquishing a reminiscent breath of an exhale, the mobility of an appendage allowed the manus to descend beside his flank inside the aperture of his pocket, rummaging within naught but a moment until it made contact with the slick cellular device. Curling elongated fingers around and withdrawing the gadget from his garb, the umbrageous prince deftly unlocked the phone and with expeditious expertise, pressed the number in which was a new addition to his compilation of contacts.

Pausing as the phone was appressed against his ear, alabastrine lids shielded phosphorous chalcanthite optics and there he stood poised, waiting patiently as the resonant ringing was perceived along with sound of clicking before his tenor voice decanted through the device. "…Ignis."

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