#mendwounds

I LOOOOOVE U ELIJAH WHATTHE FUCK !!!! angels,,,, both u n iggy 😭💕💕💕💕

she comes up behind him, arms wrapping slyly around his waist, her forehead resting against his bare chest, tucked neatly between shoulder blades. a soft hum escapes her, a lazy, contented noise, like something an overgrown cat might make. her nose nudges against skin, fingers clasp tightly around one wrist to secure her hold. his voice is like a soft roll of thunder that she feels more than hears, something vaguely like good morning. she’s distracting him, she’s sure, as his muscles move beneath her forearms while he reaches for something to add to the eggs he’s making. ( pepper ? she waits, sniffs. no, something else, she can tell that much, but her nose isn’t as good as his. ) ❝ i love, ❞ luna announces suddenly, sleepily, without preamble, ❝ how good you are in the kitchen. ❞ an open mouthed kiss finds itself pressed between his shoulder blades, and then another, just above it, and then another, on the nape of his neck, luna rising on tip toes to reach. ❝ it’s very attractive, ❞ she admits, a laugh coloring her words something soft and rosy in the air above his shoulder. luna rests her mouth against the side of his neck, lips together, smiling but unmoving, as he chuckles in response. is that all ? she laughs, fully this time, something starting in her toes, something golden. ❝ oh, absolutely, ❞ she teases, resting her chin on his shoulder, watching his hands work. ❝ it’s the only reason i’m still here, of course. ❞ she nips at his shoulder ––– if her words weren’t enough to tell him she’s only joking, the sharp, playful scrape of teeth should do it. ❝ your cooking. and . . . the way you speak. the way your hands move ––– always so sure of yourself, of where you’re going. what you’re doing. ❞ she lifts her head and then drops it again, pressing a quick kiss to his shoulder. ❝ how much you care. about everyone. everything. plus, ❞ she laughs again, softer this time, sheepish. the same color of the flush spreading from her cheeks to her neck to the tips of her ears. ❝ you know, you’re not that bad to look at, either. ❞

                ❝  do you like ... ever take a break ?  ❞

Eli = best Iggy ♥

he anticipates the answer he is going to receive, for he knows ignis wants nothing more than to push through and fight side-by-side with the rest of the group. cautious to avoid becoming OVERBEARING, he bites his tongue more often than not when their adventure leads them into PERILOUS terrain ; though, he feels called to periodically check in with ignis in regards to his well-being.

did u know i’d die for you ?????????????

eyes drift shut, wearily, contentedly, as she wraps her arms around him in response, burying her face into the fabric covering his chest. he’s warm, and he smells like home, like powdered sugar and like nutmeg and lemons, and something more woodsy, something more warm, something more ignis. even her breathing is muffled, like this, her palms flat against the span of his back, fingertips just barely digging in, her body flush with his. she wonders what they look like to other people, like this, if they look lopsided, or if they fit together well. if they look practiced, like they’ve done this a million times. she likes to believe they look perfect, curving into one another. then again, she’s never had a chance to see this from another’s point of view, and frankly, luna wouldn’t trade the dark of her face buried against ignis’s chest for anything. ❛ i wish i could stay here, ❜ she mumbles, but it comes out muffled in his clothing, the vowels disappearing into a mess of consonants. still, she doesn’t bother lifting her head. ❛ in this moment. forever. ❜

             “ rise, dear one. ” fingers tip chin up, her other hand goes to his arm, to help pull him to his feet. “ we must get you to safety. ” // @mendwounds