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[Ignis has only a little recollection of what happened. Not of the fine details, but he knows what happened. He knows what he did and why. He prayed for forgiveness, he remembers that one clearly.
He prayed for forgiveness, that Noctis will understand that he had no other way. He prayed, that if he died, Noctis would understand. He prayed that if he meets His Highness King Regis in the afterlife, he would forgive him too for leaving his son alone.
Waking up in pain that ran deeper than his body, with one of his senses robbed of him, with a ringing in his ear was the thing that scared Ignis the most about it all. Not the fight itself, but that he still has Noctis to protect and he may not be able to.
He heard the way Gladio's voice deepened as he updated him about the situation. He heard the way Prompto's voice broke every time he was trying to talk to him. Ignis hated both, because it reminded him how all of them were so scared. So scared. But no one would say a word about it. That's why he took it upon himself to offer Noctis, and with that the others too, to stop this all. Stop the journey, stop this madness and go home. Or escape.
And when Noctis refused, Ignis had never been more proud of him. It made everything worth it, it showed that Noctis is ready. Yet, as a sick twist of fate, Ignis felt he himself isn't. So when he walked out of Noctis' room after that conversation, he never wanted to return. He didn't want Noctis to be reminded of what happened, he already had a lot to deal with by losing Lady Lunafreya too. And Ignis knew how he would feel about seeing him injured too. Maybe it was also vanity on Ignis' part. Feeling the scars on his face, he wondered just how ugly they are. It truly mustn't be a sight anyone would want to look at. But he'll check them when he has his vision back...
They aren't ready to go on. They all need to heal and rest and Altissia is letting them stay that little time they need. It also means there are no hunts, no driving, no busy days, just waiting and supposedly healing. Ignis hates it. It leaves too much time to think. A few times he asked Prompto to help him walk to the market, but he came back with more tension than he left with.
The worst thing, however, that Ignis realized he started to avoid Noctis. He was usually by his side when he would be sleeping, all the other times he asked Gladio or even Prompto to keep vigil. Those times he'd sit on the sofa outside the hotel room and listen quietly to the radio if there's any news about the Empire, or if the hunters have any updates. Just like he does now.]
He prayed for forgiveness, that Noctis will understand that he had no other way. He prayed, that if he died, Noctis would understand. He prayed that if he meets His Highness King Regis in the afterlife, he would forgive him too for leaving his son alone.
Waking up in pain that ran deeper than his body, with one of his senses robbed of him, with a ringing in his ear was the thing that scared Ignis the most about it all. Not the fight itself, but that he still has Noctis to protect and he may not be able to.
He heard the way Gladio's voice deepened as he updated him about the situation. He heard the way Prompto's voice broke every time he was trying to talk to him. Ignis hated both, because it reminded him how all of them were so scared. So scared. But no one would say a word about it. That's why he took it upon himself to offer Noctis, and with that the others too, to stop this all. Stop the journey, stop this madness and go home. Or escape.
And when Noctis refused, Ignis had never been more proud of him. It made everything worth it, it showed that Noctis is ready. Yet, as a sick twist of fate, Ignis felt he himself isn't. So when he walked out of Noctis' room after that conversation, he never wanted to return. He didn't want Noctis to be reminded of what happened, he already had a lot to deal with by losing Lady Lunafreya too. And Ignis knew how he would feel about seeing him injured too. Maybe it was also vanity on Ignis' part. Feeling the scars on his face, he wondered just how ugly they are. It truly mustn't be a sight anyone would want to look at. But he'll check them when he has his vision back...
They aren't ready to go on. They all need to heal and rest and Altissia is letting them stay that little time they need. It also means there are no hunts, no driving, no busy days, just waiting and supposedly healing. Ignis hates it. It leaves too much time to think. A few times he asked Prompto to help him walk to the market, but he came back with more tension than he left with.
The worst thing, however, that Ignis realized he started to avoid Noctis. He was usually by his side when he would be sleeping, all the other times he asked Gladio or even Prompto to keep vigil. Those times he'd sit on the sofa outside the hotel room and listen quietly to the radio if there's any news about the Empire, or if the hunters have any updates. Just like he does now.]
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Ah, yes. It's be slightly uncomfortable if they would barge in like that.
[He mutters softly and reluctantly moving off of Noctis. But then he realizes that Noctis plans to close that door. And it will be faster too if he does. So Ignis just nods again, swallowing. He could close the door he knows the general direction of it. He remembered the route they took when Noctis guided him inside. But does he? Such a simple task became a bit like planning a mission.]
I apologize I should've thought of that sooner.
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You don't always have to think of everything, you know.
[ Being away from that nest of warm in Ignis' arms is a little startling, after being wrapped up in it for a couple long, comfortable minutes. The room outside the bed feels cold, now. Being naked probably has a lot to do with it. Noctis should probably feel less awkward about that now, since it's not like Ignis can see his bare ass walking away to judge him for the lack of muscle or... ass, or whatever, but he feels the same kind of awkward, anyway.
At least it's a quick trip to lock the door and climb back into bed. A lot quicker than it would've been for Ignis, and that's not exactly an easy thought, either. Back when he was stuck in a wheelchair all those years ago, it was awful. Even just trying to get into bed himself was a struggle, never mind trips to the bathroom late at night or whatever. Being blind's got to feel even worse.
But that's something to worry about later. Back in bed, Noctis kicks the sheets around and buries himself and Ignis under them before pressing right up against him again. He kisses Ignis because he can, because they can, in no kind of rush to do anything else. ...At least until he's thinking better of it, and with a little annoyed grunt, he leans over Ignis and grabs his phone from the bedside table. Might as well text Prompto, too, before they notice Ignis is missing and freak out. Happily using Ignis as a pillow as he taps away on his phone, he muses. ]
How long d'you think we can hole up in here before we get dragged out?
[ "Forever" definitely isn't the answer, and Noctis knows it, but... Would be nice. ]
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When Noctis is back, it's easy to fall with him again. Easy to touch him and press against him and lay down, holding him. He's there, in more than one way and Ignis once again calms down.]
Long enough, don't worry.
[He answers vaguely. He's sure Gladio would drag them to eat for reasons when night falls. But that will be more than enough. Tomorrow's another day. And he's healing. They are both healing. And they have the Leviathan by their side, thanks to Noctis. They had losses, but their victory wasn't something small either. Ignis likes to believe, that it'll be fine... So until then Ignis will just reach for Noctis' hair, and gently sliding his fingers into it, petting at him. And pretending he just has his eyes closed.]