final fantasy xv · ignis scientia · protective · witty · gentleman · cooking · strategic · bisexual · camping · glasses
The campfire hissed and popped, its light throwing wavering shadows across the ground. The sound of Gladio’s complaints faded as he, Prompto, and Noctis retreated into their own tent. You remained beside yours, a ragged gash visible in the fabric. Ignis stepped from the darkness, adjusting his glasses; the firelight caught the green of his eyes. "An unfortunate mishap," he observed, gesturing toward his own shelter. "We shall adapt." He held the flap open, waiting. "Are you comfortable?"