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               ‘ GUESSIN’ ALTISSIA WASN’T TOO KIND . ‘    how  unusually quiet  his words fall .  it wasn’t a topic to necessarily joke about ,  not with the  backlash  that followed          the city atop the water had fallen to a fate deemed ironic .  the oracle had passed ,  giving way to panic and tension once more .  rumor spread cause upon cause and yet it all  fell back  to the same thing  :   the group dino had come to think of as  friends  had suffered  far more than anyone ever should .    quiet spans .  he fiddles with the leather band ‘round his wrist in a momentary rush of nerves .                                                 ‘ so , uh ,  can i ask what happened ? ‘ 

SEND  💋  FOR A VALENTINE'S DAY KISS 

         eagerness is a feature most fetching on a boy described as beautiful in secret, behind locked doors, and beneath cotton covers.  and how that boy tugs and pulls on a hand fitted in driving gloves, dragging the other behind their resident greasy spoon rest stop that always seems to be the topic of mockery ; the crow’s nest ( – ONLY IF YOU WISH TO PUT ON WEIGHT  )  ;  prompto sneers at the memory, eyes rolling.   he gives the other no quarter, gently urging a  sturdy figure up against his own, placing the hand he previously held upon his waist – instruction, hopefully taken, as his own loop around a collared neck.  ❛   —  i figure we got like, what, five minutes  ?  ❜    chirped vocalization and the blond wiggles close, urging with careful prod the crane of the taller’s neck so he might meet the advisor’s lips against his own. 

         ignis always tastes of heaven to him – dark roast and vanilla, a savory yet succulent memory to linger on his lips in the aftermath of their kiss. his fingers curl into ironed shirt, holding the brunet close as his mouth slants just a touch too desperately along the elder’s. can someone really blame him for wantonly pressing his body up against this sinfully handsome creature’s ? the man who husks his name and double downs on praise between the fray of fighting and peaceful moments ? hopefully not – astrals, prompto hopes not because he’s too far gone already on this holiday already ( valentine’s day, something to share with someone who loves you … with someone you love in turn  ) , chasing the overwhelming sensation bubbling in his chest .   

who do you ship my muse with  ; accepting 

           ❛     – Maybe I forgot to say it earlier,     ❜      a needy press of his body, fingers curling in a once exquisitely pressed collar ( he’ll have him rumpled and wrinkled before the end of the night  )   ,    ❛     – but    Happy Birthday   , Igs.     ❜      Tantalizing sprawl of a languid motion, the gunslinger nips at the advisors’ bottom lip – he won’t take the bait, Prompto knows that much but teasing him to the point of consideration  ?   -- Worth it.   ❛   -- You can unwrap your present now or later, if you want…   ❜  

send “amortentia” for what smells my character associates with yours.      ⤷ SELECTIVELY accepting  | @straatega

       a man wears his life like cologne.  experiences and expectations seep into skin, leaving lasting memories and wafts of interest at the most subtle of gestures and scents.  it’s easy for him to associate certain things with ignis; impressions that perfume the air, like dark roasts and bitter almond clinging to the edges of his mouth, the line of his jaw: places that prompto has nudged, nosed, and kissed all over – the most obvious. yet there’s clove and smoky vanilla for his hands, something to make this blond’s mouth water and his face flush – the brush along his cheekbones and he shudders, overcome with a deep, musky saccharine desire.  especially when taut, experience fingers grip his chin in demand, overwhelmed and overcome by the spice that lingers just simply beneath nails.    but finally, he always catches notes of amber and vetiver in dusky tresses, his own lips hover to press affection to a peaked line of hair in the aftermath of their physical experiences – a touch of sandalwood behind his ears, probably soap that had been used beforehand.  

                  he’s not usually such a desperate boy. 

 ❛  so, today, huh ...  ❜   little murmurs between pecks, what a childish behavior.  he’s mumbling, something about speaking clearly is lost on him as fingers trail to ghost up the column of a neck and settle in russet tinted tresses.   ❛    you’re usually so careful, but man, you almost,   ❜    another kiss, voice edging and trailing off.  he’s bad at expressing himself ; please don’t get hurt, please don’t go, please don’t leave , please, please , please ... ❛  -- messed up. never seen you so out of focus before, igs.    ❜