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[It's been a few days since. Since King Regis had called for him to talk to him in his office. Privately. It's not like it never happened before, Ignis was close to the king due to Noctis, that's why there were some sensitive matters that had to be discussed privately. It happened before. But it never shook him like this.
The news were never about Noctis in such a cruel way.
Ignis remembers that he asked why he had to know about it. It was something about seeing more clear. Or some bullshit like that. He remembers leaving the royal office, fuming. Thinking that how come they know about Noct's fate and they still have to just sit around and wait for it to happen? Is this not a prank?
Of course, Ignis knows it's not a prank, it's too cruel for that. His anger slowly turns into something less intense, yet more choking. It costs him precious sleeping hours, even if he doesn't have much of those anyway. He works for Noctis, but he limits his visits to his apartment lately. He just can't bear to look at him without feeling his chest wanting to burst. Everything starts to feel like a fever dream after a few days and Ignis admits it's not. good. He's slowly losing his mind as he's trying to swallow down this bitter pill.
Ignis trains more than he usually would, in the vain hope that he'd exhaust himself enough to just drop unconscious for a few days and waking up healed. Yet, the so waited result would never come; his mind would still keep him up at night, and make the days difficult. This time too, his body is tired, but his mind is still heavy with dread and grief for something that hadn't happened yet. Carrying that disappointment, Ignis takes his towel and attempts to storm out of the training room, just to bump into someone.]
Ah, Gladio.
[Ignis takes a step back to let the Amicitia in and then go on his business, yet he finds his feet unable to move from there.]
Late afternoon training?
[The last thing Ignis wants is a small talk, yet it's still better than just standing there, willing his body to move and go home and maybe get drunk too.]
The news were never about Noctis in such a cruel way.
Ignis remembers that he asked why he had to know about it. It was something about seeing more clear. Or some bullshit like that. He remembers leaving the royal office, fuming. Thinking that how come they know about Noct's fate and they still have to just sit around and wait for it to happen? Is this not a prank?
Of course, Ignis knows it's not a prank, it's too cruel for that. His anger slowly turns into something less intense, yet more choking. It costs him precious sleeping hours, even if he doesn't have much of those anyway. He works for Noctis, but he limits his visits to his apartment lately. He just can't bear to look at him without feeling his chest wanting to burst. Everything starts to feel like a fever dream after a few days and Ignis admits it's not. good. He's slowly losing his mind as he's trying to swallow down this bitter pill.
Ignis trains more than he usually would, in the vain hope that he'd exhaust himself enough to just drop unconscious for a few days and waking up healed. Yet, the so waited result would never come; his mind would still keep him up at night, and make the days difficult. This time too, his body is tired, but his mind is still heavy with dread and grief for something that hadn't happened yet. Carrying that disappointment, Ignis takes his towel and attempts to storm out of the training room, just to bump into someone.]
Ah, Gladio.
[Ignis takes a step back to let the Amicitia in and then go on his business, yet he finds his feet unable to move from there.]
Late afternoon training?
[The last thing Ignis wants is a small talk, yet it's still better than just standing there, willing his body to move and go home and maybe get drunk too.]
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