PRODIGY

Written by HUNTER (HE/HIM), 25+. You may know me from my GUY OF GISBORNE ( @twistedwit)  and my AURORA/SLEEPING BEAUTY  ( @northliights). Due to my own age and the potential nature of this blog, I will not write with anyone under the age of 18. I follow only those who I am interested in writing with and try to keep a fairly clean dash.  ** DO NOT FOLLOW FIRST IF WE ARE NOT ALREADY MUTUALS ON ANOTHER BLOG. I’m a bit disturbed by what I’ve seen recently in this fandom and as such I will be extremely selective in who I interact with.

“You, my man, are hopeless.” One shoulder playfully shoves into the demon’s own, tongue pressing to the inside of one cheek as if contemplating his next move. “This isn’t some do it right or die thing, you know? It’s just - “ Words are cut off as victory music plays on the screen, one arm moving to pump itself in the air. 

Aw, yeah!

Satisfied with another win and with cheeks flushed the palest shade of pink, Prompto scoots closer, covering Ignis’s hands with his own. “It’s just King’s Knight, see? Its easy…” Thumb guides thumb through a particularly tricky maneuver, teeth raking across a chapped bottom lip as cornflower gaze stays focused on the screen in front of them. “ - there!” The beast on the screen falls to a wave of triumphant music and he turns to the other with a smile, light from the television reflecting in an amused gaze as lips part in a grin. “ - told you that you could do it.”

@ofscientia s.c

This bizarre pastime that the human had introduced him to, this...game...certainly had its merits, but easy victory is not one of them, and Ignis scowls at the television as the “WINNER” screen flashes in Prompto’s favor once more. It takes all of his self-control to keep from throwing the plastic controller at the wall, teeth grit in frustration until his companion nudges him roughly, a teasing grin upon freckled features making the loss even more unbearable.

Any thought of a rude remark is cast aside as his hands are guided upon the buttons by the young human, fingers pressing his own in a sequence that makes the tiny cartoon figure on the screen do things the demon never would have imagined it could. Monsters fall beneath animated blades in a flurry of motion, and for a moment he is struck anew by how out of place he is in this world, how foreign it is to be sitting on a comfortable sofa playing a game with a...friend? 

Is that what they are? Friends?

“There is nothing I would not do for those who are really my friends. I have no notion of loving people by halves; it is not my nature. My attachments are always excessively strong.”

INDIGO GAY