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[tenebriism]

@madeimpact ;; STARTER w/ Ignis !

The Advisor to the Heir Apparent should not be one to moan and groan, even when his head ails him beyond reason, and his chest feels as if it may collapse in on itself. When the call to work beckons him, he answers, even when he appears as if he has one foot in the grave and the other, soon, to join it.

--- and, perhaps he should not be tidying up the prince's quarters in so poorly a state, but it is on the list of urgent and prioritized tasks, for the day, and thus, cannot simply be ignored. Except . . . at some point amidst making Noctis' bed, he had seated himself atop it, for a spell, with the intent to rest for but a moment . . .

Only to eventually drift off, right atop the comforter, shoes and socks and spectacles still on.

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" Yes, yes, I will be fine. Quite. " So says he, despite nearly missing his lips when he pulls the glass back in for another sip of wine. Though he isn't a lightweight, the funds afforded to them for the event had enabled them to bring in some rather . . . STRONG alcohol selections. It isn't like Ignis to underestimate much of anything, but he'd definitely made the grave error of doing so THIS time. " Or . . . mayhap I should . . . sit down. Somewhere. Over there. " At the very least, amidst the foggy haze of impending intoxication, he remembers he needs to be close to Noctis, per the duty he had sworn himself to since birth.

Appropriate, then, that he reaches for the prince's hand to tug him along.

“I might have had one too many to drink.” // Ignis to Noctis! LET HIM LOOSEN UP!

Summer Sunset starters || @tenebriism

❝ Well, you could stand to relax a little. ❞ But no sooner does that playful little quip pass Noctis's lips than he quickly changes his tune. A gentle hand comes to the small of his friend's back without even thinking about the action. ❝ Seriously, though — you gonna make it? Do you need water? ❞

Ignis spends so much time worrying for Noctis. It's time for the prince to return the favor.

[onuscientia]

@oflucis​ ;; STARTER -

                       “  i  do  apologize  for  wasting  your  time  ;;  it  was  not  my  intention.  however,  out  of  consideration  for  my  partner,  i  must  inform  you  that  i  am,  indeed,  spoken  for.  “

         a  glance,  in  the  prince’s  direction:  ‘  help  me.  ‘

[onuscientia]

inscmnus​:

                𝙰 𝚂𝙼𝙸𝙻𝙴 𝚆𝙰𝚂 𝙿𝚄𝙻𝙻𝙴𝙳 𝙵𝚁𝙾𝙼 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙿𝚁𝙸𝙽𝙲𝙴   upon Ignis’ agreeance to go with him.  It was a    𝐑𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓   of peace that had befallen their usual      hurried  ways to get to where they needed to be.  It was these times that Noctis allowed himself to sit back and simply enjoy the silence  ,  or their company.   That he really allowed himself to relax and just    𝐄𝐗𝐈𝐒𝐓    in the moment.   So naturally when he saw the flyer  ,  his first thoughts went to Ignis and the thought of being able to spend a day without a worry or care.                     It was followed by a    𝐋𝐀𝐔𝐆𝐇     when Ignis began concocting a     plan of action.   Not that he expected much less  ,   with a tilt of his head and a raised brow  ,  lips still upturned in amusement he spoke ;                    ❝  Alright , so what’s the plan of attack then ? ❞                     A tap upon his chin as he pondered the        𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍  ,  he was pretty sure it began within the next half an hour   –   and the more playful side of him     𝐃𝐄𝐁𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐇𝐈𝐌    that they had plenty of time to get there  ,  that he needn’t worry as it wouldn’t start for perhaps another hour or so yet.                    But the more     sensible       side of his mind reminded him that if they got there and it had already started and Ignis’ plans would have     𝐅𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐍 𝐀𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓    then he’d be in the middle of a coffee-themed warzone.     Oh choices  ,   choices.    Yet it appeared he didn’t need to as Ignis leaned over to check the time himself.    Another chuckle leaving the raven-haired male.   He went to speak  ,  but Ignis got there first   –   so instead he simply smiled for the moment and listened to his plan of attack. 

                 “ Yeah I got it. “   He frowns slightly though as he bites back a laugh   ,   before looking back at Ignis  ,   a finger pointed upwards to    𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐈𝐍 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐔𝐋𝐀𝐑    but the smile on his face   –   ❝ Don’t forget though   ,   you’re supposed to have fun and loosen up slightly. ❞       And with that  ,  did the Prince finally succumb to the laughter that bubbled in his chest.

                       “  ---  hmm?  “

         some  may  find  it  ODD  that  he’s  managed  to  fill  an  entire  page  with  coffee-related  plans,  like  this  caffeinated  rendezvous  was  something  to  be  taken  with  the  utmost  seriousness  possible,  but  noctis  knows  him  better  than  most.  ignis  will  enjoy  this  REGARDLESS  of  how  much  fruit  their  combined  efforts  shall  come  to  bear,  content  to  simply  spend  time  with  the  prince  outside  of  royal  affairs,  but  even  he  can’t  deny  he  struggles  to,  quote,  ‘  loosen  up,  ‘  as  noctis  puts  it.

         “  i  assure  you,  i  intend  to  enjoy  myself.  “  the  prospect  of  having  several  new  coffees  in  his  collection  was  enticing  enough,  yet  beyond  that,  a  day  OFF  never  hurt  anyone.  he  was  ahead  in  his  tasks,  as  always,  and  could  spare  a  moment  or  two  to  leisure.  “  we’ve  not  had  an  opportunity  for  some  personal  time  together  in  quite  a  while,  tragically.  betwixt  your  academics  and  your  duties  as  prince,  when  last  have  we  been  afforded  a  pocket  of  time  to  ourselves  as  friends,  rather  than  associates?  “  right,  because  if  ignis  wasn’t  huffing  at  noctis  to  wake  up,  to  lean  up,  to  study  up,  then  he  was  whisking  him  about  the  citadel,  or  insomnia,  in  preparation  to  follow  in  his  father’s  footsteps.  such  was  the  life  he’d  been  fated  to  lead,  but  it  didn’t  mean  quality  time  was  out  of  their  reach.

                  nonetheless...

         the  notebook  tucked  back  into  his  pocket,  pen  slipped  adjacent,  ignis  rises  from  his  seat  to  make  way  for  the  vehicle.  “  i’ve  ample  snacks  in  my  possession,  should  you  grow  ravenous...  then,  after  the  event,  we  may  seek  out  food  in  full---  perhaps,  even,  at  your  favorite  eatery.  how  does  that  sound,  your  highness?  “  a  gentle  smile  offered,  as  ignis  held  the  door  open  for  his  superior,  the  anticipation  of  their  day  together  clearly  working  to  lift  his  mood  considerably.

[tenebriism]

@avulsusprinceps​​ ;; S T A R T E R :

                           Stuffy.  Uptight.  Insufferable.

       THE  STEAM  FROM  THE  MUG  is  pleasant  against  his  lips,  the  taste  even  more-so  upon  his  tongue.  Floral,  yet  not  overbearingly  so,  and  brewed  to  notable  perfection  as  if  it  was  a  practiced  craft---  he  could  commend  the  Advisor  for  THAT  much,  but  the  unrelenting  man  continues  on  his  tangent  about  Howl’s  BEHAVIOR  around  the  prince  he  had  been  tasked  with  teaching,  despite  the  wizard’s  VISIBLE  disinterest  in  paying  the  strict  man  any  mind.  Rather,  eyes  of  the  sea,  vibrant  and  unreadable,  linger  upon  the  young  man  who  sat  just  across  from  him.  Peeking,  studying,  ADMIRING,  just  over  the  rim  of  the  glass  he  kept  raised,  as  if  to  convey  what  he  was  TRULY  thinking  without  use  of  words.

[onuscientia]

painedprince​:

@onuscientia from x

“Do I?” Ignis noticed. Damn. Noctis really thought he was being smooth about it. There was just something about being touched gently… like it was his chamberlain’s way of saying I love you. He tried not to blush, thinking about it, shook his head and approached.

“I don’t mind dishes… Your duties around my quarters? Like what, cuddling duties?” Somehow, he was able to say that without flinching. What else could it be? Except for literally anything.

                       A  CHUCKLE  EASES  FORTH,  before  he  raises  a  hand  to  ruffle  midnight  locks.  “  cleaning,  of  course,  and  ensuring  everything  is  properly  stocked  to  keep  you  fed  and  cared  for.  CUDDLING  DUTIES,  as  you’ve  named  them,  are  but...  a  bonus,  albeit  a  pleasant  one.  “

[tenebriism]

Any other time, and the slightest of movements, of noises, may have pulled him from the deepest dredges of slumber. Alas, the common vulnerabilities of the human body -- such as, a cold or flu -- can put even the strongest of men and women out of commission, like the advisor who does not stir in the SLIGHTEST amidst Noctis' actions.

How much time passes, since his head had first hit the pillow ? He could likely give the answer with ease and swiftness. By no means will it PLEASE him, to know he has spent a precious sum of hours draped across his liege's bed like a lazy retail employee who has snuck to the backrooms for a nap, but if nothing else, he is admirably good a keeping time.

" - - - y-your highness !? " Or, he can completely breeze past the concern of how much time he has wasted, and instead, hyper focus on the fact he has awoken next to the prince nestled close. It is the advisor who does not think, this occasion, as he springs backwards and off the side of the bed with a rather inelegant thump, reduced to a fit of body racking coughs for the proceeding moments. Oh, his heart--- he can hear it even OVER the exertion of his lungs, the way it beats heavily and fiercely, threatening to be the next thing to potentially choke him, should it lodge itself in his throat like it FEELS like it very well may. " I--- y-you should NOT be near me. You should have . . . roused me awake as soon as you returned ! "

The morning was packed tight with meetings and briefings — all mean to serve as "practice" for when Noctis is to seat the throne and be the one running those briefings. He's barely seen anyone today so far, outside of the meeting rooms. Needless to say, his room in the Citadel is a bit of a mess.

There was a time when Noctis was much, much worse about keeping his living space ( and, honestly, himself ) in order, but he's still far from perfect. Whether it's from being a pampered royal or simply from his mind being other places, it's never completely clear. But that's where Ignis comes to his aid, and Noctis never takes the work that his advisor does for granted.

Eager for some mental reprieve before diving back into his own to-do list, Noctis returns to his room. There, he's a bit surprised to find Ignis in the middle of tidying up...except that the whole task seems to have been put on pause in favor of a nap on the newly made bed. Noctis's brow quirks in his surprise. This is wholly unlike Ignis. He's always one to see a task through to its conclusion, always pushing Noct to be just as thorough. But the scene before him reads as though Ignis has simply... passed out.

❝ Ignis? ❞ he calls, closing the door behind him. No response. He hasn't even taken off his shoes or his glasses...and so Noctis takes it upon himself to reach out and do the latter for him.

He's shocked to feel Ignis's cheek burning up as his hand brushes against it.

❝ Jeez, ❞ Noctis sighs at the sleeping Ignis, carefully removing his glasses and setting them on a side table. ❝ You've got sick days, you know... ❞

Glancing around at the remaining mess, he frowns. And then he takes to finishing what his advisor started. He's not perfect at it. Strewn clothing gets picked up and set on flat surfaces in a manner that's less "neat" and more "just out of the way." Belongings are placed back on shelves which could probably do with some light polishing. But the place is at least acceptable, and Noctis takes care to get it that way without making any noise to disturb his friend.

When he finishes, he exhales, sitting on the edge of the bed and gingerly placing a hand on Ignis's shoulder, watching him sleep. The poor guy looks exhausted, and yet more relaxed than Noctis usually gets to see him...

...Without really thinking about what he's doing, the prince kicks his boots off and lays beside Ignis. He's content to just lay there and watch over him, hand tenderly on his arm, noticing his warmth and the cologne that he still bothered to put on even in his sorry state.

But eventually, his eyelids begin to grow heavy.

Gladio will come find him when it's time for training...