Any father-son type relationship will literally murder me

He eats a lot that day. His stomach is constantly full, and every time it starts to feel a little less heavy, Ignis is there with another cup. He knows Cor wants him to eat more, so he does his best. Sometimes, though, he barely keeps himself from throwing up, and he sips on the red drink, hoping that Ignis will consider it just as good and stop bringing him cups of soup and broth.

He sleeps, too. He sleeps once in the morning, while Ignis is busy writing at his table, and then again after what Ignis calls lunch. The second time, when he wakes up, he’s lying on his side on the couch, with a blanket over him. He’s not sure whether it’s permitted, and he sits up quickly, but Ignis doesn’t seem to mind.

He spends all day with Ignis, and it’s – easy. Ignis doesn’t ask him many questions or try to run any tests on him. He talks to him sometimes – he explains things about the music, most of which he doesn’t understand, and he talks about cooking – but he doesn’t seem to expect him to say much in response. In the afternoon, the light in the room changes, and Ignis goes and stands in front of the window.

“It’s so pleasant to see the sun after so many grey days,” Ignis says.

He stands up, too. He goes to stand next to Ignis and look at the sun.

“Yes,” he says. “It’s beautiful.”

Ignis turns to look at him. He looks surprised. “Yes,” he says. “Indeed it is.”

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I made this months ago but I wasn’t happy with it, so I never posted it. OH WELL I’m not gonna fix it anyway...

fic: https://archiveofourown.org/works/11725950/chapters/26417871

Kinda old drawings that I deleted a couple of months ago

Poor Wayfaring Stranger by lithos-saeculum on AO3

Chapter 6/ Prompto sees the sun

He doesn’t know what Cor means. But Cor stands still, then, and doesn’t take him back inside, and he’s glad – he’s so glad to stand out here, high above the ground, and feel the warmth of the sun on his skin. He closes his eyes again, thinking about the way the warmth feels. But he opens them not long later, because he wants to look at it all. He wants to see. He wishes he could somehow keep an image of this, exactly the way it looks in this moment, in his mind forever. He knows he won’t be able to – no matter how much he tries to remember it, the details will fade or change – but he looks anyway, looks at everything, tries to remember the way the road shines with reflected light, the way the sky shimmers and seems infinitely far away and almost close enough to touch at the same time. He feels – light. Not light-headed, but as if he’s floating in a quite different way. And Cor frowns at him.

“Huh,” he says. “I didn’t know you knew how to smile.”

He realises that Cor’s right – he’s smiling. He tries to remove the expression from his face, but Cor puts a hand on his shoulder.

“It’s good,” he says. “Keep smiling.”

So he does.

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So finally I come back with another one of these after like, months?

I have so many scenes from this fic that I want to make and so little time and determination to finish them, it’s killing me inside.

wHell Not sO mucH As The lAst 3 ChAptErs Cuz aFteR ThoSe i cOuldN’t kEep CaLm fOr tWO DayS sTraIghT.

“What?” the level two says. “No way did you beat me.”

Ignis looks up at that. “Oh, did you beat him?” he says. “Well done.”

“Stay out of this, Specs,” the level two says. “Six, I’ve got fucking three aces in my hand. Three aces! You can’t beat three aces with three eights!”

He swallows. “You didn’t put them on the table,” he says. He hears a crack in his voice. His mouth is dry. “I thought – aren’t those the rules? You have to put them on the table, otherwise they count against you?” He didn’t want to make the level two angry. He didn’t want the level two to pay any attention to him at all.

“Huh?” the level two says, looking up at him. Then he frowns. “Yeah,” he says. “Those are the rules. Yeah. You won. By, like, a million points.” He narrows his eyes. “Fine, we’re not counting that round,” he says. “I was going easy. I thought you wouldn’t be any good.”

“Noct,” Ignis says, sounding annoyed. The level two sighs.

“I mean, really,” he says. “You don’t look like a card sharp, is all I’m saying. Not in those shades.”

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read where this comic came from here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/11725950/chapters/26417871

Really, the more I drew this, the more it looked like a Yu-Gi-Oh episode.

Cor mutters. Then he shakes his head and stands up.

“Come here,” he says. “Bring your broth.”

He stands and walks around the table. Cor turns to face the bank of equipment and cupboards, and he turns, too.

“Time to start getting the hang of all this,” Cor says.

Poor Wayfaring Stranger by lithos_saeculum on AO3 

Chapter 4/ End of the first day

read it here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/11725950/chapters/26417871

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Jesus Christ, I need to stop making comics for every scene that I like cuz they take SOO LONG TO MAKE.

Poor Wayfaring Stranger by lithos_saeculum  on AO3 

chapter 3 / Meeting Ignis

This fic made me fall in love with it pretty early. This was the moment I had to take a 10 minute break, because I was so happy Ignis was the first one to meet him and I was ABOUT TO IMPLODE.

Also expect more art about this fic.

read it here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/11725950/chapters/26417871

Please read it. Like really go fucking read it.