#stahrshell

[fujubun]

@stahrshell

’ ignis… kisses. i want kisses. ’ she frowns. ’ iggy… come on !! ‘

“Oh...” his face flushes lightly and he glances away for a moment before leaning down and pressing a gentle kiss to her cheek, “I would rather hate to overstep, Prom, so I hope that is alright..?”

[fujubun]

steeples fingers. squints. then taps lips. ' why are you not here???? '

“Hmm? What do you mean, Prom?” Ignis questioned lightly, a bit confused – or perhaps teasing. Surely he wasn’t that ridiculously oblivious, was he – he was teasing, right..?

[sage-fire]

@stahrshell / prom - 51. my muse tells yours their dark secret.

It hurts so sharply, a knife in his gut and a boulder on his chest, suffocating him, crushing him until there's nothing left. It's been mere weeks, and he's hardly seen a soul outside of those he's forced to interact with, choosing to instead barricade himself in a room in the citadel -- but not the one he used to call his own. It's childish, but ought he not be allowed a private moment to grieve?

Ignis leaves to eat, to catch up on what's happening now that the sun is back, and he helps where he can, but only in a capacity that keeps him strictly separate from Prom and Gladio. He hasn't properly talked to them since that night in the throne room. Since he fell on the dais and cried until they were forced to drag him away, covered in Noct's blood. A moment of weakness, and not one he intends to repeat.

And he knows they are worried, but he feels no obligation to alleviate their fears. He's alright. He must be, and given a bit of time, he'll regain his pride, if only Prom would stop trying to check up on him. She means well, but he can't -- he can't bear to face her. Not as broken as he is.

Even as he thinks this, he's opening the door for her, keeping his eyes low and hoping he doesn't look too pathetic. "You don't need to do this." He says quietly, as he has each night. "I'm alright."