#igniitxd

                  but judging from the INTENSELY determined glint in ignis and tifa’s eyes, he doubts he’d make it out the door like that alive.  

                     ❝  pretty sure i can smell the food court from here.  ❞  he announces, hoping to catch the attention of a SYMPATHETIC ear.  ❝  it’s totally a sign. the shopping gods are telling us to take a break -------  ❞   

                  “ That’s... not true. ”

IT’S THE STUBBORN PRIDE boiling in his veins that scrunches his expression into a  s u l k. He can sew a lousy button. He paid attention in Home Economics. Mostly. He just had  b e t t e r  things to do, like nap or kick Prompto’s ass in a round of King’s Knight. But that’s Ignis ----- no nonsense, always taking the reigns, fixing things before anyone else even realizes the  p r o b l e m.

prompto: i will put my A down to make "A".

noctis: i will add to your "A" to make "AT".

gladio: i will add onto your "AT" to make "RAT".

ignis: i will add onto your "RAT" to make "BIOSTRATIGRAPHIC".

fINALLY

igniitxd replied to your post: “ So on your dating profile —— would you say...

I approve.

SOMETIMES HE’S PERFECTLY content to watch the midnight sky from a distance, behind the  c o n f i n e m e n t  of his bedroom window. The Citadel reaches high above the rest of the sleepless city ----- so it’s not a  b a d  view, all things considered. But most times, he grows restless to see the  s t a r s  from the other side of the glass, maybe even close enough to ask them the things that have been  g n a w i n g  away at his mind. How much longer does my dad have? How’s Luna doing? Am I really fit to be the king of anything?  He knows he shouldn’t hold his breath for any answers, but at least for a few minutes, as he counts the clumps of stardust & traces the constellations with his eyes ------ he can  p r e t e n d.      

ONLY ONE PROBLEM. It isn’t befitting of a prince to wander the streets  u n s u p e r v i s e d, apparently. As if he can’t handle himself. It’s also not very befitting of a prince to climb out through his window, but that’s never stopped him before. He’s so wound up in his  e s c a p e  route that he doesn’t even hear his door creak open... With one leg already hanging out, straddling his window pane, the prince  f r e e z e s  where he is && looks his intruder dead in the eye.