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@painedprince said Slings his arms over him and nuzzles his neck. "I don't know how to give massages. This is the best I can do." | His Highness.
The softest ‘ ah ‘ slips from the sudden attention given to the back of his neck. It’s true, he has been tense lately, suffering from stiff muscles and pain. Logically, it is due to his own neglect. He should have taken more care to stretch after his work outs, but sometimes sacrifices were necessary in favor to duty. It will all pass soon.
“Noct, this really isn’t necessary...”
Yet, he does nothing to pry the other away, instead he lets his fingers brush against the arms wrapped around him, for it does feel nice. Truly.
Continued from this post ( because I had to, you know I had to ) @avulsusprinceps | His highness.
Always vigilant, always watchful, sharp eyes that could see anything. Even through the mess of a ballroom. As the prince’s trusted advisor, and protector, he would never stray too far from Noctis, but he also knew well enough not to impose, in the same manner as Gladio when their eyes met across the room, in a silent understanding. ( discomfort of such a crowd ).
He never did enjoy the balls, all the fancy talk, the gossip. So much lying, promises that would never come to be, and of course the whole idea of power building. Marriages. Ignis has little interest in marriage, nor does he have much to offer, except perhaps a title and a strong bloodline, which for some, he supposes, would be enough, but it should never come to be so. Not with his devotion to his duty and the prince. ( no room for distractions ).
And well, he is quite spoken for already...
The ball is of the boring kind. Slow. So far there has been idle conversations, a few updates through the radio, but mostly quiet. If you consider you regular drunks getting a bit too loud, as quiet, of course. It isn’t until he and Gladio does the hourly switch that something happens. Eyes meet with the change in the air, a message comes through on the radio. ( an intruder-assassin-eliminate ).
Ignis knows and trusts that the young gunner will get the prince to safety, never a doubt in his mind even despite his personal worry for said prince. It is, however, not the time for distractions, they had work to do.
It takes a while to get the situation under control, to secure the building, even the target(s) seemed to put up a bit of a fight, but never impossible, and all done so subtly it would barely be noticeable. All in a day’s work as someone would so carelessly put it, which does earn Gladio a roll of his eyes, but a smile of amusement nonetheless. A decent end to a boring ball in the end.
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Of course, there is a worry still lingering in the back of his mind, one that eases the moment he sees both Prompto and Noctis alive and well, relief. Thankfully none of them got hurt, Regis as well had been brought to safety. A job well done truly.
The mention of food, or even returning to the ballroom is not the something that graces his mind, right now, all he wants is to make sure Noctis are truly okay. Unharmed and well. But then, isn’t such thoughts awfully selfish of him? To keep the future king of Insomnia away from a party thrown in his favor? It definitely is not Ignis place to do so, and so, reluctantly does he move to return to the noisy ballroom... that is, until he is tugged back.
Green meets blue, and there is a confusion behind his spectacles, almost as if he’s awaiting words that will never come.
He waits patiently for Noctis to speak, but word never comes, and instead he finds himself pulled down into a kiss that he eagerly returns in a heartbeat. Arms comes to wrap around the prince’s frame, kneading into the small of his back. ( he is all right, alive ).
They kiss for a time longer, a few more kisses pressed against him, something near desperate worry, a feeling he mutual, and when Noctis next speak, he can’t help the soft smile that grows over his features, and he moves his hand to caress his love’s cheek.
“I am well, dearest. Not even a scratch”
Thumb follows Noctis’ cheekbone, all the way down to his jaw, until his fingers comes to gently cup his chin.
“And yourself?”
@dawnturnstodusk continued from this post!
Curious. He observes the gunner a little longer, but when all he finds in return are blue eyes averted and something he can only assume is the nervous behavior of biting ones lips, he exhales through his nose. A silent sigh.
The can of ebony, half-empty, is placed back down upon the camping table, next he stands. Gladio and Noctis decided upon a walk in the sunset, but in reality, Ignis is fairly certain the prince would be dragging his shield along for some evening fishing, ( secretly, he is relieved to be left at camp ) which leaves him and Prompto to tend the campsite.
A few long steps and Ignis is by the younger’s side, there he crouches down. Brows furrowed in concern. ( could he be running a fever? ).
“Is something the matter? You weren’t wounded during our last enemy encounter, I hope?”
@dawnturnstodusk continued from here! | Prompto.
He sits down, perhaps a little heavier than intended, on the side of the bed. Hand still resting lightly on the gunner’s chest for a moment longer, just to make sure he stays, before he pulls it back, only to brush some loose strands out of his own face. There’s a smile on his lips, it’s tired, but there nonetheless.
“You can’t be useful if your body shuts down, Prompto. Right now, I have more use for you lying here, getting better, so that we can get our sharpshooter back in perfect health, hm?”
It has been a hard couple of weeks. Changing of the weather, daemons and MTs attacking on a frequent the moment they hit the road, even Ignis feels how it has taken a toll on hm. Which is why it came as a relief to him when it was decided that they take a few days off the road. Rest up and recover, for surely they have all felt the absolute havoc wreaked upon them.
“Shall I make you a hot beverage? Cocoa? Or do you prefer tea?”
@infideliis continued from this post! | Ravus Nox Fleuret.
Head is bowed in respect as Ravus speaks, he does, however, look up at the question asked, keen eyes takes in the sight. It is quite the unusual death, for as far as Ignis can tell, there is nothing indicating natural nor ill intended causes. Unnatural. Curious.
“I’m afraid I am empty on leads, Sire. I found him like this and called it in. The area is secured, no sign of violence or the kind”
He takes a moment to look around, perhaps for the tenth time, as he finds the situation quite odd. One thought hits him, and it is a frightening thought, one he hopes is far from the truth.
“It cannot daemons, you think? In the city...”
@oraclefreed continued!
She was freezing. The rain that she had been caught out in had been a cold one. She cursed herself for not wearing a jacket outside when she had initially ran. Luna had needed to get away even if she knew she would have been caught. It was stifling being a prisoner in her own home.
She didn’t answer him at first, not until a towel was gently placed around her shoulders and one on her hair. Luna knew she wouldn’t get sick. Not from merely being in the rain but she couldn’t help the shivers that ran through her body.
The Oracle allowed Ignis’ gentle hands to guide her back to her room, waiting until the door was closed to look up at him.
“I’m so sorry.”
“Astrals, why on earth are you apologizing? Goodness, you must be freezing”
Ignis is quick to help her inside, brows furrowed deeply with concern, for it is quite cold outside, and considering how she seems to have misplaced her jacket, Ignis feels the concern only grow further. How long was she out? Why is she out in the first place? Is something wrong? Is she in danger? Every possible question and horrible scenario imaginable runs through his mind, but none are spoken out loud.
The moment she is safely sat on his couch, he hurries to grab a clean and dry change of clothes, his own, as he never really expected Lady Lunafreya to show up at his doorstep soaked to the bone. A simple shirt and the only pair of sweatpants he owns, never once used.
“I fear this is all I can offer you, however you are free to look through my wardrobe if you wish. I simply cannot allow you to wear you current attire”
@oraclefreed continued!
“It…It can’t be that bad, can it?” She whispered even as she felt the pain course through her body as she tried her best to remain still. “Is..Is Noctis alright?” Lunafreya found it easier to ignore the pain in her side if she spoke of others before herself.
Even as the vision began to fade from her eyes, she didn’t alert him. She knew one day she would die from her duty and at least it was here, with Noctis so close and the final Astral needed summoned.
She found herself smiling oddly, lifting a hand to one of Ignis’ wrist. “Do not worry over me…”
His knees digs into the hard ground, body bruised and broken from fighting, from stubbornly pressing himself on despite the injuries he has sustained. Nothing fatal, he’s not an amateur after all, even so, he very much feels like one right in this moment.
“The prince is alive, just out cold, my lady”
It is difficult to keep his voice even, for he knows her fate, has known it for quite some time, as it was a subject of conversation between them a long time ago. He did not agree, nor does he agree now, but what can he do? What else can he do but brush blonde strands from her face, reassure her that Noctis is alive. ( yet she will not survive ).
Her wound is fatal, the bleeding too intense, and Ignis can only helplessly watch the light fade from her. When she touches his hand, his jaw clenches, brows furrows and he has to look away.
“It is far too early. I should have been quicker... I should-- I have failed you”