alright folks, this was done together with the ever so lovely @angelic-guardienne so you can find her post (containing Noctis and Ignis) on her blog right here
Enjoy!
Prompto
- Now we all know Prompto here smells like gunpowder and metal, but his favorite scents?
- The strongest, fruitiest shit ever
- Has candles lit CONSTANTLY, no special occasion or circumstance needed
- He really loves “Mint Pomegranate” and “Pineapple Mango”
- You know those candles that smell like food? He has twenty (Ignis hates him for it)
- Prompto buys the cheapest candles cause he’s broke af
- No yankee candle shit for him, he goes to the 100 Gil stores for his candle needs
- He lights birthday cake scented candles whenever it’s someone’s bday
- Once went a whole week lighting said candle every day because “it’s someone’s birthday somewhere!” and protests from literally all the bros put a quick stop to that
- He hates Noctis’ and Gladio’s candles. Claims they smell too suffocating
- Iggy’s candles tho? Can’t smell any of ‘em
- “Pardon the smell, Prompto, I lit a candle earlier.”
- “What smell?”
- He’s the chocobro who sticks his hand in the candle wax (accidentally, although he once tried to feign nonchalance when Cindy saw)
- He often leaves his house smelling like a more feminine scent after lighting his candles. It usually overpowers his normal metallic scent
- Cindy once told him he smelled great
- He cried (from happiness)
- Gladdy on the other hand… He gave Prom some shit
- Prompto cried a second time (not from happiness)
- Noctis likes to metaphorically shit on Prom’s candles
- “Six, it smells like Iris’ closet…” (no one ever asked how he knows what Iris’ closet smells like)
- He never lights the same candle twice in a row no matter how much he likes that candle, so his house (and by extension, him and all of his stuff) always smells like a myriad of sweet and fruity scents
- He has all of his candles clumped together in one area and cycles through them. This area is isolated from the rest of his other stuff so the soot only gets on other candles, which Prompto doesn’t mind.
- One time when he was bored, he used the candle to try and set something on fire, but he panicked when he was successful and didn’t do that again
- Sometimes when he’s feeling especially lonely, he’ll roast marshmallows over the the makeshift campfire that is his candle
- Finds both the fire of a lit candle and the smoke of a freshly extinguished candle aesthetically pleasing so you know the boy’s taken a lot of pictures
Gladio
- He enjoys the more woodsy, natural scents
- Like, every candle in his house has “cabin” in the name or something along that line
- Gladdy is a manly man who only likes the manliest of candles (tho he does have a sweet pea scented candle that Iris gave him once)
- Tho he also gets candles that he associates with certain authors or books and likes to light them when he reads
- Speaking of which, he likes to light candles when he reads. He goes through them pretty quickly ‘cause of that
- When he’s left a candle lit for too long, he pours out the wax so he doesn’t have to deal with it
- On that note, he also pours out the wax when the wick gets so short that the candle puts itself out. He hates it when that happens
- Likes to get those layered candles, thinks that they look nice and always expects all the parts to have slightly different scents, and is always disappointed when they don’t.
- Pretends to hate Prompto’s candles, but in actuality he likes them. They remind him of Iris
- Has one candle scent that smells like gladioli
- It was a gift from his parents
- After the fall of Insomnia, he couldn’t bear to light it
- On some nostalgic nights, he might open it up and take a sad sniff, otherwise it remains wrapped up and hidden in the back of his closet
- Sometimes he lights candles to hide the smell of his sweaty workout clothes when he hasn’t done laundry for a while
- Iris hates his candles, Gladio claims they’re too “macho” for her
- Iris usually fights him afterwards (she always wins)
- The top shelf on his bookcase is reserved solely for the candles he has (which, to be honest, is only ever just enough to fill that one shelf). When he wants to light one he takes it down and puts it on the nearest table, then sits down to read (he restocks this shelf often)
- Because he’s secretly a lover of cliches, on multiple separate occasions, he’s read and written by only candlelight. Every single time he does it he ends up turning on a more reliable light source, but he likes the feeling of doing it nonetheless
- Another cliche he likes to indulge – sometimes he’ll put the candles out with his fingers instead of blowing it out
- Once burned himself after he grabbed the glass casing of a candle that’d been lit for too long. He’s more careful now.