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[bestchocobro]

“I heard something about glitter!!! And... heels??”

[starsset-dawnrose]

He’s just gonna go sulk, broken hearted, in the corner.

Without a coeurl.

[starsset-dawnrose]

{ @mxstertxcticixn, Cont’ From [x] }

Ignis tenses for just a split second before he relaxes again, head turned to glance at Noct sidelong over his shoulder. One side of his mouth curls in a lopsided smile, tiny and bemused but genuine all the same.

“Hello to you, too,” he offers, wryly amused. He makes no attempt to disentangle himself from the unexpected hug. “Did you need me for something?”

A quiet chuckle left the prince as he took Ignis by surprise, a feat the prince took as an accomplishment anymore. “Nope,” came Noctis’ answer as he rested his head against Ignis’ back, careful to keep his wet bangs from soaking the other’s shirt, a faint smile of his own curving his own lips. “Just for this.”

He had just escaped training with Gladiolus, and though the hot shower he’d taken after helped, his body ached. “Hide me?” he implored, peeking up at Ignis hopefully.

[bestchocobro]

☛ - press a finger to my muse’s lips to shut them up - mxstertxcticixn. prompto please, he has a headache.

Touchy | Accepting

“... technically he’s not a murderer. Because he doesn’t actually kill anybody himself...”

There are eight Saw movies. He’s explained the basic plot of the first three - with a particular emphasis on traps - and he’s nowhere near out of steam. Besides, he figures Iggy could probably do with the company while he’s getting dinner ready.

“Everyone has the chance to save themselves. So, like... in the second movie. Remember? Where the guy is in the nail-mask-trap thing? And the key is behind his eye? He has to make the choice. And, oh.... in movie... I think... five? Two people have to cut off a pound of flesh and put it on the scales or they get screws right in their temples! And of course they don’t wanna do it, because... who would, right?! And the one guy is cutting off bits of his stomach and stuff, but then the women is like... ‘fuck that, I’mma cut off my whole arm’, so she gra--...”

The finger is effective. He blinks down at Iggy’s hand, and lets out a small breath as the excited tension in his shoulders dissipates. 

“Oh...” he says, as Iggy goes wordlessly back to stirring. “Okay... quiet time. Gotcha.”

[bestchocobro]

“$” for an ACCIDENTAL text - mxstertxcticixn

Text Meme | Accepting

[Text: Igster] we still on for tonight bro? i got the IDs. [Text: Igster] this place does cheap shots too[Text: Igster] … shit

[seahaloed-a]

@mxstertxcticixn

Luna sneaks a look every so often at the book in Ignis’s hands. Her curiosity grows over the silence they’re sat in, given the others had been sent on an errand to just get some food.

(they’ve been gone an hour and twenty-five minutes now)

Eventually, Luna gets restless, and relents, standing from where shes lounging by the open balcony doors and moves to sit beside the tactician.

“What are you reading, Mister Scientia?” she ventures finally in defeat.

[bestchocobro]

@mxstertxcticixn (continued from here)

Ignis spends his time behind the wheel driving on autopilot, thoughts cycling through the same circles no matter how many times he tries to draw them back to safer topics. Each time, it works for only a few moments before his thoughts start drifting again, ever gnawing over the same things like some sort of ill-bred rodent.

He parks and gets out of the car on muscle memory, and he spends a few seconds too long staring blankly at a point in the middle distance before Prompto speaks, and Ignis physically jumps as his attention snaps back to the present. He stands rigidly for a moment, blinking down at Prompto, until his shoulders eventually drop back to…something like a natural position. He reaches up to pinch the bridge of his nose before he drags his hand down his face, leaving a small, crooked smile behind, caught somewhere between sheepish and self-deprecating.

“What gave me away?” he wonders wryly. “The fact that I’ve been a space cadet all day?” he muses, tapping his chin with one finger. “No, it couldn’t be that.”

Iggy wasn’t the super forthcoming with deep emotions type. None of them were, really... not as a rule, and neither of the others had really spoken much today, either. But... something was definitely wrong. He could feel it, and evidently Iggy wasn’t in the mood to deny it.

He frowned, concern coloring his gaze as he turned and watched as Gladio and Noct made their way to the store to stock up. They were here to pick up a hunt, but the clouds had started to roll in about half an hour ago and Prom was actually kinda hoping they could leave the monster-slaying till tomorrow. Grab some food. He was starving.

“You, uh... you wanna talk about it?” he asked, unsure if this was a ‘get it off your chest so you can feel better’ issue, or one of those ‘no, I am Ignis and I do not talk about my pain’ things. He hated those.

[sulkyprince]

Ignis’s expression softens, and one hand shifts from Noctis’s shoulder to curl around the back of the prince’s neck, partially returning the hug.

“There’s a lot on your shoulders,” he concedes, his voice low, “but for how long we’ve known each other, I would say I have a decent grasp of who you are and what you’re capable of. You can handle it,” Ignis assures him, followed by a slightly wry, “And you know you have help when you need it.”

@mxstertxcticixn

Noctis simply kept his face buried in Ignis’ chest as he meets his embrace, just appreciating the moment for all it was worth. 

Ignis’ words do much more to settle the prince’s soul than he lets on, eyes opening slowly and staring distantly with a softened expression. However, instead of backing away from the other’s embrace like what might have been expected of him, Noctis only sinks further into the other’s grasp, hoping that it was welcome. He hadn’t been held like this since he was a kid, and he’d come to find that he missed it. Quite a lot actually.

“Thanks Iggy... It.. really means a lot. Hope you know that I’m here for you, too. You know, if you ever need anything... “ The prince replied a little awkwardly.