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moodboard. prompto argentum & chibiusa tsukino

LITERARY SEXTS VOL. 1 POETRY MEME   ///   accepting

beautiful boy. itis a thought that has struck him, on many occasions, over many years – many, many times. long before such thoughtswere proper. long before such thoughts were allowed.thoughts such as those, towards a boy such as he – the little loving crosssection of stars Noctis brought home one grimy afternoon like a well-groomed stray. but the constellation that hadattached himself to the young prince wasnot meant for Ignis. there was no part of Prompto Argentum which could beconsidered attainable. and sothoughts such as “ b e a u t i f u l ” and “ c l e v e r ” and “ hair like thes u n but twice as b r i g h t ” were not thoughts ever meant to pass throughan advisor’s rattling mind.

and yet the thought hadovertaken him more times than he could count, and he had wrapped his knucklesred on marble-tops in penance – Prompto was not anyone’s property, least of all the young prince, and yet by theirfriendship alone Prompto was by all accounts – untouchable. which the young advisor ( too young ! ) had acceptedwith grace and the odd, indulgent gaze at freckled cheeks over the rim of hismorning mug.

it almost feels salacious, how he no longer fights downthose thoughts any longer – how he had come to indulge in thoughts of his sweet, beautiful boy made up entirely ofstardust and battery acid. his thoughts are laid bare in the space between kisses,verbalized now where once they had manifested in red-raw knuckles and bittentongues. and he has become incredibly versed in Prompto, his mannerisms andmoods, his taste for melon soda and how well he hides his nightmares in theleft side of the tent. he knows Prompto. he has come to know him moreaccurately than his young lord ever could, and that – well, at times Ignis wasever so proud of it.

there were no morecomparisons to be had between the king and his right hand – and Ignis no longerhad to share.

he mulls on this, bitesit between his teeth from his place at Prompto’s chest – a place he has made a homeout of, snuggled between breastbones and constellations. his kisses are lazyand loving to collarbones, listening to the gunner sigh wistfully into thecrown of his hair – to the soft, mumbled words, poetic and treacherously sweet.

and he doesn’t respond. no. not right away. there is a moment instead of great triumph, a moment where his chest tightens with the beatingof his heart. stirs up memories of sleepless nights spent mulling theingredients to Prompto’s favourite breakfasts – of solemn mornings, a smiling facein crooked doorway that he was unable to touch.but Ignis can touch now, and he’slearned ever more the intricacies of Prompto’s skin, and wires, and breathlesssighs – and has taken great and terriblepride in the fact that no one knows how to touch Prompto like he does. that Noctis would never be closer toPrompto than he has become ( such a terrible, horrible thought ! ).

Continued from here.

Nigh as soon as the words are out of his mouth, Ignis begins to suffer The Regret™. Of course he shouldn’t have expected a simple yes or no response; this is Prompto, whose mouth runs at a million miles an hour. When he first thought of asking, it seemed like an ideal solution to a small predicament, and technically, it still was. Prompto’s photos were almost always exemplary and there was no denying his talent. But perhaps Ignis shouldn’t have been quite so hasty in admitting the inspiration behind his request...

Thankfully, Prompto’s excitement appears to be overshadowing the reason for  requiring photographs, except Ignis is certain that won’t last for long. He’s always been that little bit too honest for his own good.

“I bow to your superior knowledge on the matter,” he said earnestly, deliberately making an effort to not pout. Not that he ever does pout - his lips just naturally slip into that formation whenever he’s thinking about something. Or fretting. “Cooking! Yes,” he continues, nodding along enthusiastically. “Something which can showcase my talents. Oh, maybe I should look through your candid shots. Do you have any me in battle? One where my profile isn’t so bland.”

we’re divorcing.