#bogisms

@bogisms​

There was a hint of mischief in Ignis’ smirk, as though he knew a secret but wasn’t yet willing to share it. Perhaps he ought to be fearful. He would have been, before, but now Ignis has enough darkness of his own, residing in his heart, to be overly concerned about things that go bump in the night.

Lucy knew this darkness, an old friend by now. Inky, heavy, damp as the swamp at night and altogether different from her nicely air conditioned home. But, it felt safer now, with the monstrous being nudging her with it’s nose.

She’d earned this monster’s...well, affection seemed an odd label to place on Mr. Bogeyman, but what he didn’t know wouldn’t hurt him. Affection it was, and she patted him back with blunted nails and scabbed fingertips. She tucked her mail under one arm and draped the other over his snout, squeezing just a little before releasing him.

She glanced at her house, noting the flickering of the lights of her lanterns. 

Lucy pulled a face and stepped back from him.