[Fic] Final Fantasy XV: Recovery
Monday, 22 January 2018 06:59 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
spindizzyMe: I will just ease my way back into writing fic with drabbles! That will be fine!
Also me: I forgot that drabbles are actually an exercise in word choice and mood and that they're actually bloody difficult.
By which I mean: hello! I am rusty! Have an FFXV drabble courtesy ofthebaconfat sending me the FFXV prologue and the ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
drabble_zone prompt "Laying the Blame". (Literally, I cut double the length of this drabble from it, I am SO RUSTY.)
Final Fantasy XV // Recovery
G | 100 words | Ignis, Noctis | Set before the game | Noctis: I hated being stuck in here. [...] Ignis: Which is why I had no choice but to accompany you whenever you left this room.
A better retainer might have encouraged Noctis back to bed with a book after catching him mid-escape out the window. Instead, Ignis said "I'll go with you."
Noctis started. "What? Why? We're gonna get in trouble, you hate that." The prince's use of we was generous; the blame would fall entirely on Ignis. But for the first time in months the flush on Noctis' face had been temper and effort rather than fever, and Ignis had suddenly, nonsensically, thought Oh, there you are.
"No matter," Ignis said, climbing onto the window sill. "We'll just have to avoid getting caught."
Also me: I forgot that drabbles are actually an exercise in word choice and mood and that they're actually bloody difficult.
By which I mean: hello! I am rusty! Have an FFXV drabble courtesy of
thebaconfat sending me the FFXV prologue and the drabble_zone prompt "Laying the Blame". (Literally, I cut double the length of this drabble from it, I am SO RUSTY.)Final Fantasy XV // Recovery
G | 100 words | Ignis, Noctis | Set before the game | Noctis: I hated being stuck in here. [...] Ignis: Which is why I had no choice but to accompany you whenever you left this room.
A better retainer might have encouraged Noctis back to bed with a book after catching him mid-escape out the window. Instead, Ignis said "I'll go with you."
Noctis started. "What? Why? We're gonna get in trouble, you hate that." The prince's use of we was generous; the blame would fall entirely on Ignis. But for the first time in months the flush on Noctis' face had been temper and effort rather than fever, and Ignis had suddenly, nonsensically, thought Oh, there you are.
"No matter," Ignis said, climbing onto the window sill. "We'll just have to avoid getting caught."
