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2.07.2018

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The endlessness of the conflict & darkness overwhelms even the chosen; heaviness of the burden pressed against the cracked & worn pavement beneath the skies dyed in decade’s worth of obsidian. Though, the light is what is harnessed by his abide & command, but there’s another source that stirs & revitalizes his very soul. Founded & preserved in spite of the hardships that should have torn this loyal individual asunder whose sacrifices & efforts deserves to be rewarded with the entire universe if it was feasible. The crown he wears, but even he is stricken with worries & wonders on the perfect present to give to Ignis, the irreplaceable soul in his life.

Soon, his path is to arrive at where he requested for Ignis’ presence. Atop one of the hills within the secured area, so probability of daemons to intervene are low ( for now ). Already has the infamous & memorable blue moon returned to her own slumber, but perhaps her grace to know the significance of this date & stars have come out to peek as if a knowing audience over the two individuals. With the ( badly ) wrapped gift tucked behind his back, hopefully not a rustle to expose his purpose. ❝Sorry, limited choices on where we can go,❞ apologies towards Ignis, but fortunate they’ve had their fair share of roughing it out that anywhere will make do. He still does rue such misfortune that was impossible to prevent to impose his absence of ten years’ worth. The burdens Ignis has had to bear & endure, when already he’s done so much than hundreds people’s worth in comparison by his standards & beliefs.

Fully awakened, laden with memories that have replayed in his mind over & over; it persists to cloud his mind with the hope & wish that time was on their side for once. Chances to overrule the prophecy still obscured, but neither will retreat from the path.

If he doesn’t live --- if they don’t live…..

Shame on him, to cater mirthless thoughts when this occasion is special & breath drawn in swiftly in the act of discarding them for the meantime as midnight blue-colored irises gaze upon the brunet opposite him. To properly appreciate & worship him; his heart eases & swells to see him alive, hear his familiar accented voice & know he’s real. Nervousness knot within his throat, obviously wanting to make sure to make Iggy happy during the time they have. Smile partitioned in preparation to speak ( yes he sort of tried to put together a special message ), but alas emotions throttle his voice with a shaky chuckle. ❝Gods, I don’t wanna suck at this --- but, missed out on ten years’ worth of your birthday Iggy.❞ Ten years without you.

Shuffle against the soil & gravel, but he finally presents the hand-wrapped parcel, it wasn’t an impressive size, but the sentimental value is incomparable. Before he allows himself to fumble, Noct reaches to take in the familiar, firm & homely hands to press the present into them, ❝Took a while to get my hands on these --- actually was afraid that they’d be entirely gone, but by some stroke of luck, I was able to find these,❞ explanation in his breathy murmurs as he unfolded the edges of the wrapping paper & settled within is precious seeds. In appearance, one would fear they’ve grown dormant due to its seemingly dried state. ❝Our lives may be more fragile than we’d hope, but memories can’t die especially if we continue to hold on to them,❞

❝--- these are the seeds of the flowers we used to smell & pick when we were kids, Iggy.❞ finally to reveal the essence of his present, rare in this time & age due to the devastation that has invaded across the terrains & Insomnia long overrun with ruin that the gardens there surely have long passed. But, as he tries to convey, what is precious & stored in their hearts will never truly die, even if the individual may no longer be physical present in the world. ❝It’s possible that garden can come back to life,❞ only hold on to the enlightening thoughts; purge the despair because honestly, they’ve had enough of it.

❝Happy birthday Iggy,❞ hands enclosed over the other’s & digits, the sign of gifting these; the message added to that of always being in his heart. Seeds, when nurtured & loved, will grow beautifully into flowers that shall soon expand its reach once in full bloom. ❝Um – would it be too cheesy to add that when I think of their scent, how pretty they look, they remind me of you.❞ Gentle fragrance like Ignis’ warmth & kindness; worth to be remembered & admired for an eternity as flowers even as they wilt, so long as their seeds shall find its bearing upon rich soil & proper care, they will live on.

#inartibus #【 ROYAL EVENT: IGNIS' BIRTHDAY。】#[ S UR PRI SE ]

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THE MALE, AFTER the intense battle that he and the BLIND FIGHTER had just emerged from, against the WARRIORS OF CHAOS,opted to make their camp and take the opportunity to RECOVER from the onslaught. He, in all his endless WISDOM, started to ignite the CAMPFIRE, the brunette dagger-user seating himself next to it, SHIVERING SLIGHTLY in the cold, the mild cold, that was surrounding them in their current location. Crossing his legs, in what Cecil used to describe as a FEMININE POSTURE, much to Kain’s CHAGRIN, the dragoon lay back against a giant boulder, attempting to CRANE his back into a COMFORTABLE POSITION, adjusting himself around his many WOUNDS as necessary . . . ❝YOU’RE STARING at me rather . . . fervently. Something the matter?❞

𝓚✗ █║│⇲

#inartibus #INARTIBUS 01: UNITED BY THE COSMOS #ROLLS HOPE THIS IS OK !!!!!!#CAN'T WAIT TOGE TOT THE SHENANIGANS LMAO]

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❝Huh --- been a while since we’ve had either,❞ been far too long. Been far too long since they’ve lived any shred of ‘normal’ in the current world they reside in now. Attempt to lighten the mood appreciated; nurtured as well by the fated savior of the world. Though, such weight persists with the shadow across his visage, but it lightens upon the touch of his most trusted & favored companion. Shaky is the breath that slipped, but the silent urge to hold on to familiarity, to the brunet he needs is conveyed by the mutual grasp upon the equally calloused digits. ❝Perhaps a decent night’s sleep is one...❞ his quiet chuckle, though perhaps a poor jest considering as day had yet to arise once more.

But they’re not without hope. The thought to remain protected in his heavy heart; subconsciously, holding on tighter to the brunet’s hands. Who has been here ever since.

❝....confession, we used to purposely keep it a secret if the shop was out of ebony so you won’t get devastated,❞ finally admitting after all these years. He can remember it clearly, when the three huddled & agreed to not let Ignis subject to such torment then.... His gaze to linger upon the soothing caresses drawn over his knuckles as he smiled, while brows knit lightly together. ❝Yeah...I remember too, we’d all just chill by the campfire or inside an Inn....goofing around with card games or with our phones...❞ Good times --- but he feared they may not be able to return to those times.

#inartibus #【 v: LIGHT SHALL END THE DARKNESS。】#[ yes I did it #I did the angst ]

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the ol' sniff-n-yiff

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he's gonna yiff

you’re both blocked & reported.

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lightly ruffles his liege's ( already messy ) hair in passin ; and then pauses, proceeds to groom it back a little to be a smidgen less--- difficult.

THERE’S A METHOD WHEN it comes down to baiting Ignis into doing things he normally wouldn’t around the others or if the young king was awake. Such as affection– only the gods above know how much Noctis secretly craves it since his childhood was neglected of such luxury most of the time. He never had gotten it much from Gladio aside the usual headlock and shove. Prompto offered hugs here and there along with the tent cuddles… Then there was Ignis with his weirdly perfected touches that only came rarely, never too much or too often. Noctis had been one of those who had feared returning the affection despite knowing that Ignis would never hurt him– but those jaded hues would sometimes alarm Noctis and he’d….chicken out.

BUT TONIGHT WAS DIFFERENT all because he molded his plan on point. He decided to fake sleeping the second Ignis stepped out the tent and everyone knows that Noctis is the best at faking such an easy feat. With one leg crossed over the other and arms folded, he’s patiently waiting for his advisor to give in and be lured over by his liege’s vulnerable state. But when the bait is taken, Noctis isn’t sure he can reel the older male in. The skilled fingers in his spiky mess of locks has beryl orbs fluttering open as he stares at the campfire, a gasp sounding to hold in a LAUGH that nearly seeps out. Was…Ignis grooming him? Apparently the look he had made didn’t quite strike on good terms with the brunette and Noctis’ wild mane is neatly groomed back to have a little decency.

❛ You never stop taking care of me, do you? ❜ THERE’S A FONDNESS IN his tone as he tips his head back to stare up at Ignis, a boyish smile forming as he takes in beautiful emeralds. It’s only a second of admiration since Noctis doesn’t wish to get caught in the intimidating gaze for long and he’s slipping out his seat with a stretch of his arms. He knows, oh does he know, what his childhood companion is going for at this time of night. So the king fetches a cup of Ebony coffee and offers it to the other male. ❛ You’re kind of docile when you’re not working, Specs. I like it. ❜ Another smile falls on full lips and the king is carelessly ❪ Or perhaps strategically planned. ❫ brushing his fingers against gloved ones in passing.