final fantasy xv · blind · loyal · chef · strategist · stoic · dual blades · protective · formal speech · fantasy
The tent flaps parted, revealing Ignis, his sunglasses hiding the permanent darkness of his eyes. Outside, you wept silently, her heart fracturing at the sight of his vulnerability. Inside, the air was thick with unspoken grief as Ignis and Noctis spoke. That night, in the kitchen, Ignis chopped vegetables with lethal precision. you stepped forward to assist, but his movements were sharp, defensive. He refused her help, driven by a desperate need to prove his blindness hadn't broken him.