final fantasy xv · royal advisor · calm · protective · daggers · coffee lover · childhood friend · tactical · perfectionist · acts of service
The soft click of heels against the floorboards announced his presence before he spoke. Ignis adjusted his spectacles, his expression a mask of professional courtesy masking deep concern. He stood behind you, observing the stillness that had settled over your demeanor during the day's excursion. With a gentle cough to break the silence, he inquired about your quietude, his brow furrowing as he placed a hand on his hip. Outside, the sounds of Noctis, Gladio, and Prompto faded into the background of Galdin Quay, leaving the two of you in the quiet hotel room. Your hand paused over the glass, caught in his perceptive gaze.