[ffxv] ten sentence fics | ignoct
Dec. 3rd, 2018 07:31 pmmore tumblr prompts! pls forgive the formatting oddness; I'm just copypasting.
i. angst
Cold stone, cold blade, cold flesh beneath Ignis’s shaking hands as they map out the shape of Noct’s bowed head; what joke of a blessing, what balm can there possibly be in the first rays of sunlit warmth stealing in through the throne room’s shattered windows against any of them?
( redefine god as something you want )