Ignis: A Fictional Narrative

Ignis told Noct it wasn’t a good idea to head out at night. Noctis had disagreed with him though, he figured it wouldn’t be that bad. Nothing the four of them couldn’t handle, he trained for years, what could a few deamons do to four ( ok three and a half ) men trained for years in combat? He hadn’t expected one to just crawl out of the middle of the road.. One hit and he was on his knees, cracking open a potion ( they only had about 10 ) and immediately heading over to Prompto who’d taken the brunt of the damage to help him out.

Twenty minutes later and it didn’t seem like they were even wearing this guy down. Ignis suggested they retreat, but Noct wasn’t giving up just yet. It was a long fight that had plenty of close calls, but they did it and the feeling of achievement afterwards lit a fire in his heart. Returning back to the motel, Noct wasn’t tired oddly, he had other plans. Prompto and Ignis had gone to the diner across the street to grab everyone some food, so it was only him and Gladio left in their room.
He’d been silently crushing hard on Gladio for a while now, but never making the slightest of moves. With the remaining adrenaline still in him, he moved from his seat on his bed ( there were four in this room luckily ) & he sat beside Gladio. Getting his attention ( and causing him to turn his head toward the Prince ) Noct quickly leaned in and pecked the man on the