#;ignis

«IHG-nihs/IGH-nehs» Derived from Ignite/Igneous

AKA: Iggy; Nissy/Nessy

Gender: Mech (He/Him)

Parent ship: RodiWarp (Rodimus/Skywarp)

Ability: Teleportation related (Portals?)

Alt Mode: Hotrod (Speedster)

Personality: False Innocence (tm), Gremlin, Devil Baby, ADHD (tm), DO NOT TRUST HIM!!

A lot like Rodimus, terrifyingly a lot like uncle Starscream

Ignis knows that soon, the chancellor of Nifleheim would be arriving with Lunafreya for discussions of peace. At least Ignis was secretly glad to hear the war would likely end soon if a decision was reached for Noctis to marry Lunafreya, though the prince himself was off on some leisure activity until the meeting arrived. 

“The chancellor’s son, I presume?” He had to ask, since he didn’t even know what this ‘chancellor’ even looked like. “Ignis Scientia, a pleasure.” 

Sex, Lies and Videotape ||X||    @ignisobscurrum

  Jyn can’t tell if she wants to laugh or scold him.  This must be embarrassing forhim, the photos not flattering about him at all.  But jealousy told her to ask, demand, who the woman was.  Had she been better then Jyn was?

“Good night, Iggy. At least try to get some rest tonight, okay?” With those words Gladio left the room and Ignis was once again alone with his thoughts. It was night. At least that is what it was supposed to be, but it made no difference to the royal advisor. Not anymore. To him it was always night, always darkness. The siege of Altissia had been three weeks ago. Twenty-one days since Ignis lost his sight. The royal advisor would never complain of course, it were his own choices that had led to this outcome, and knowing that this sacrifice had been enough to keep Noctis safe was good enough for him. Still it was a lot to get used to. While he recovered Prompto was with him most of the time, guiding him around the hotel with his hand on the small of his back, Gladio was with him sometimes as well, but he was in a constant bad mood. The prince mostly kept to himself. Ignis wasn’t angry with the younger one. Not only had Noctis lost his father and his home, now he also lost his bride to be. And there was only so much a man could take. Ignis knew Noctis cared in his own way and his own pace, and he wouldn’t pressure his prince to look after him, because that was actually what Ignis had been trained for his whole life.

Once he was alone Ignis sat on the couch near the window in the room he was recovering in and it was rather surprising when he heard the door open and someone come in. Gladio was usually the last one to look after him before the day ends and in confusion he turned his face towards the approaching footsteps. He couldn’t see, he was defenseless, he felt utterly vulnerable. But before he could move or even think about what he was supposed to do next, he heard a voice. A familiar voice and his heart started to ache. Noctis. It wasn’t like him to leave his room, especially not at this late hour, and the asked request only made his heart hurt even more, but of course he granted permission. He couldn’t deny Noctis anything, even if the young man would not be his prince, the trust he had for him was infinite.

Ignis stayed still when he felt Noctis sit down next to him, he wished he could see, just to make sure that the boy was okay, but then soft and familiar fingers brushed over the injured skin that was still sensitive to the touch. He didn’t flinch, he would never pull away from the prince, but what caught his attention was the other’s breath. With his sight gone all his other senses had improved and he heard and felt the difficulty Noctis seemed to have breathing and Ignis knew the reason immediately. Guilt. His prince was blaming himself for what had happened to Ignis. How could he! Ignis would have sacrificed more than his sight if it meant to keep Noctis safe and he would not let the other blame himself for it. A small sacrifice in the greater battle, that’s all that it was.

Ignis had been looking for his scarf everywhere, for so long that he actually ran out of time and had to leave without any scarf at all. It was unnaturally cold in Insomnia this winter and as he made his way to the market the freezing wind crept its way down his coat through his unprotected collar. Ignis wondered what had happened to his scarf, he was a very tidy individual and it was so unlike him to lose things, especially things like his favourite scarf. Maybe he had forgotten it at the citadel last night, he had went home late after taking care of a couple of important documents, he would just have to ask the servants if they had found the scarf and if he had really lost it, well, then he deserved to freeze right now.

Now being slightly distracted from the cold by the merchants and the usual small talk, Ignis bought fresh groceries and ingredients to make Noctis a nice lunch for when he came home from school. It wasn’t unusual for Ignis to be at Noctis’ place, he was his advisor after all, though he liked to think of them as friends, but he knew his duty would always come first.

Letting himself into Noct’s place with the spare key, he tried not to give too much attention to the untidiness of the prince, but he had to admit that it wasn’t that bad, it definitely had looked worse before. Putting the bags down in the kitchen, Ignis took off his coat and put it over the back of one of the chairs, then he washed his hands and went to work.

Seeing that Noctis and Gladiolus were out on their own for now, Ignis was starting to work on dinner for the four of them as he’d get out the ingredients. “Prompto.” Turning to face the blond. “Would you like to assist me with dinner?”