Yes, yes you did. I'm sorry, I just, it was... tiring on some days.
[It's indeed the case and Ignis feels a bit stupid for ever doubting Noctis. But when he had to attend yet another funeral, his faith wavered just a bit. The gods were never too kind to them, after what happened Ignis felt a kind of resentment toward them. Just a faint one. Only over Noctis. Because he deserved so much more.
He can't look away from Noctis anymore, feeling his hand on his shoulder, then on his chest. There is no warmth, or heartbeat, yet it feels more relieving than anything Ignis experienced in the last few years. Both of his hand move to cover Noctis' hand on his chest, squeezing his fingers. Noctis is so much more now, more than a boy, a prince... he's a king, the chosen one. The one who brought the light, and Ignis wished so many times it was anyone else... But all that is done now. It ended. It's up to the new world to go on, without them in it. But then... what's next for him?
Ignis parts his lips but he's distracted by the board for a moment. When Noctis speaks he focuses again.
'You can rest now' he hears. It feels different than all those times Noctis told him to rest, to relax, to take it easy. This time, it's final. It feels the same when Noctis told him that last campfire that Ignis can't come with him. Painful, yet, somehow as if a weight was shifted from his shoulders.
The thought that people may be waiting for him at the destination he's headed, is thrilling. Relaxing even. But Ignis can't help to squeeze Noctis' hand once again, moving closer.]
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yes im sorry XD
Date: 2019-11-15 07:52 pm (UTC)[It's indeed the case and Ignis feels a bit stupid for ever doubting Noctis. But when he had to attend yet another funeral, his faith wavered just a bit. The gods were never too kind to them, after what happened Ignis felt a kind of resentment toward them. Just a faint one. Only over Noctis. Because he deserved so much more.
He can't look away from Noctis anymore, feeling his hand on his shoulder, then on his chest. There is no warmth, or heartbeat, yet it feels more relieving than anything Ignis experienced in the last few years. Both of his hand move to cover Noctis' hand on his chest, squeezing his fingers. Noctis is so much more now, more than a boy, a prince... he's a king, the chosen one. The one who brought the light, and Ignis wished so many times it was anyone else... But all that is done now. It ended. It's up to the new world to go on, without them in it. But then... what's next for him?
Ignis parts his lips but he's distracted by the board for a moment. When Noctis speaks he focuses again.
'You can rest now' he hears. It feels different than all those times Noctis told him to rest, to relax, to take it easy. This time, it's final. It feels the same when Noctis told him that last campfire that Ignis can't come with him. Painful, yet, somehow as if a weight was shifted from his shoulders.
The thought that people may be waiting for him at the destination he's headed, is thrilling. Relaxing even. But Ignis can't help to squeeze Noctis' hand once again, moving closer.]
You're going to come with me?