something good can work

taizi:

final fantasy xv
genfic
word count: 2074

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The prince’s friend comes to dinner with a torn lip and bruised knuckles. Ignis doesn’t have a chance to decide how he feels about that before Noctis is throwing his controller aside and rounding the coffee table like a hungry coeurl is hot on his heels.

“What happened?” he demands with such dismay that Ignis is at once assured that Prompto doesn’t make a habit of showing up looking fresh from a fight. “Are you okay?”

“For sure, dude,” the blond says easily, waving the worry away. “I just, you know. Fell or whatever.”

Noctis isn’t an idiot. Ignis knows that Prompto knows that. It’s glaringly obvious just by looking that those marks have intention behind them. They aren’t the accidental scrapes and bumps of a fall.

But some kind of unspoken understanding passes between the two boys in the next moment, and then Noctis is grudgingly dragging Prompto back to the sofa and starting a new game, and the subject is summarily dismissed.

Ignis swallows back that worried voice in the quiet of his mind and doesn’t wonder.

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