UP IN SMOKE

[Pictured: The King and Chancellor of Lucis, Noctis on the right and Prompto on the left. They’re laying together on the floor of the King’s office, cool black tile shining just past the black and gray rug they rest on. Noct’s eyes are closed and he’s smiling, one stupid dimple visible, a hand by his head. His cheeks are pink, and he’s wearing a soft yellow hoodie with yellow strings that definitely does not belong to him. Prompto is wearing a tight, deep red sleeveless shirt; he seems to be laughing, one pretty blue eye open and focused on Noctis, and his blush makes his freckles darker. Neither of them looks like they’re getting enough sleep, but they’re definitely happy. One of Prompto’s hands holds the camera above them for the picture and, out of image, his other hand holds Noct’s. It’s pretty gay. End description.]

recovery is ‘i will continue to survive despite what happens, i will find ways to cope instead of continually tearing myself down. i will recover and will see myself in a light that i never thought was possible.’

i’ll go ahead and get that inscribed on my crest or something.

Everyone thinks you’re hot, Ignis.

You too, Gladio.

Everyone thinks you’re hot, Ignis.

Ignis’s hair is styled up and away from his face; after a long day, a few strands have escaped the hold of his pomade and have fallen down to his forehead. His shirt is grey with darker gray sleeves, and he wears a skull pendant on a thin silver chain. End description.]