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       ( ⭐️ ) given the circumstance luna accompanies the guys on their adventures outside of the realm of responsibility ( read: never ) – there’s little doubt she’ll be expected to take part in a round of king’s knight. in this likely event, she’s more than welcome to use ignis’s phone, seeing as how he plays not for the love of the game, but for the company of his friends. she can take the fourth chair and he’s more than content to pull up the cooler in order to sit beside her – coffee mug in hand – in order to offer his guidance. the advantage lady lunafreya has in this: the account she’ll be using comes with a strategist, so she’ll have quite the beginner’s luck until she begins to grasp the game on her own. 

       ( ⭐️ ) ignis could have very well asked lady lunafreya via noctis and the notebook ( given their compliance, for he’ll not intrude ) for the key ingredient(s) to making the tenebrae dessert tied to noct’s hazy memory, but that would have taken away from the thrill of the chase, the exploration he was allowed in trying to figure it out for himself. he never quite knew if it was the fruit of choice or the pastry itself that was eluding his success, but it turned out to be quite the venture in nailing down each of the elements. while the key ingredient ended up being the ulwaat berry that can only be found in tenebrae ( or the convenient? ironic? exchange of bitter caem carrots ) he has the lady to thank for introducing the confection to noctis, because it undoubtedly served as a bonding experience for noctis and ignis in trying times.

       ( ⭐️ ) while not met with lunafreya personally, he did keep tabs on her as far as media, broadcasts, and what scant information noctis may or may not have shared with him from their exchanges. however, that only gained him insight of lady lunafreya as the oracle as opposed to an individual. the notebook was more of a private affair, one of which he dared not pry, but based on visits from umbra, he knew when the notebook was in noct’s possession. from time to time, ignis would urge noctis to not keep her waiting when it came to response, knowing when noctis held on to the notebook for an extended period of time. whenever he would pick up after noctis and clean the apartment, he ensured the notebook to be tucked away in a designated place for safe keeping.

       ( ⭐️ ) ignis was once given a sylleblossom, it’s floral, sweet scent being one he’ll not soon forget. the flower is intrinsically tied to the lady lunafreya ( a forget-me-not, if you will ) ; bearing an aura of calm and refreshing that he likens to the woman herself. ignis truly looked forward to seeing lunafreya in her wedding dress on that fateful day. 

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     his thoughts are elsewhere when she begins, her fingers curving under the hem of his shirt as if it’s but another page in their journal and the rest of their story is awaiting beyond it, his trembling skin like vellum, clean and blank and with more than mere margins spared for her intimations, her touches and confessions all.

     he wants to focus on the fan of her eyelashes over her cheeks as she follows the rumpling slide of his shirt up to his waist, but his mind buoys, tosses with the idea there might be some truth to a few light-hearted jokes passed between friends. their humor’s always been irresistible and dangerous and cathartic like that, because at some point, teasing becomes telling.

   ( and she could do so much better than him.     —— noctis doesn’t doubt it. )

     but perhaps it’s not the time to worry. the shirt rises higher on his body and he lifts his arms and ducks out of it, air cool on his chest as the fabric leaves him, flesh pebbling down to his wrists. he can feel a blush beginning to burn across his face, disquieted still, and before that helpless expression can speak for him, he takes one of her hands and presses it above his bared pulse.

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       her sigh is a preamble to even breathing ;       barely there, and gentle. peaceful. 

       untroubled.

       not one to be cavalier, he cannot let her be without the proper coverage: the unfolding of a fine-threaded blanket that he carefully tucks around her bare shoulders with all manner of respect, and cautious as to not wake her, to keep away the prickling chill from a room that tends toward cool. a familiar endeavor. he bears at the forefront of his mind the feel of her hand; fingers bitter cold, attributed to poor circulation.

       of course.

       once satisfied, his quiet stride carries him to the windows at the far side of the room where he draws accentuating curtains to a near close, off-white turned into ethereal guard, toning down the admittance of bright light from the generous midday sun, save for that singular, somnolent gleam that now stretches languid and relaxed along the floor.