[ In a way, Noctis wishes he could just hold Ignis forever, to lean into the warm constant that Ignis has always been in his life and never let go. In a way, he always will. Everything that can end already has, after all. There's no going backwards anymore, and Noctis doesn't want to. The way forward is bright and brighter; it has been for him for a while, and now with Ignis here, it's like his work is really completed.
Well, almost. One more train ride. He'd be surprised by the quick decision if it were anyone else. But Ignis more than anybody has always trusted him. It's a weight that used to feel crushing, and responsibility that was almost too heavy to bear. Now Noctis just feels proud to be relied on. He's stronger than he was; he can carry a weight like that easily. With an eager smile, he nods. ]
Let's go.
[ It's not really necessary for Noctis to tug Ignis along by the hand, the same way he has a dozen times over, even more often then younger they were. It's not necessary for him to lead the way at all; Ignis would find him on his own, all of them, Noctis is sure. He made it this far. But even after everything, his friends mean more than Providence itself, and he wouldn't be anywhere else right now than by Ignis' side, either.
The train's an overlay of too many they've been on, the trademarks of Gralea all smudged away to something indistinct and indecipherable. It still feels too familiar to bad times. There was never really a good train ride they were on. Noctis keeps tugging Ignis along with quick, determined steps as the train starts moving, and the landscape outside the window passing by isn't any one place in Lucis, but it's Lucis. All heat and sunlight, open fields and dense forests, not snow and daemons. The warmth of the sunlight itself is more comfortable and more familiar, and Noctis closes his eyes and breathes it in, finally letting go of Ignis' hand as he settles onto a stool of an empty dining car. ]
It's been a long time, huh?
[ He reminisces, not thinking about the train so much as the snapshots of Ignis' life he can remember post-ruin. Ten years and sixty almost felt the same to him, but Ignis... It was like he was a different person every time he saw him. And now here he is at least, that different Ignis, and his company still somehow feels the same. ]
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Date: 2019-11-15 09:53 pm (UTC)Well, almost. One more train ride. He'd be surprised by the quick decision if it were anyone else. But Ignis more than anybody has always trusted him. It's a weight that used to feel crushing, and responsibility that was almost too heavy to bear. Now Noctis just feels proud to be relied on. He's stronger than he was; he can carry a weight like that easily. With an eager smile, he nods. ]
Let's go.
[ It's not really necessary for Noctis to tug Ignis along by the hand, the same way he has a dozen times over, even more often then younger they were. It's not necessary for him to lead the way at all; Ignis would find him on his own, all of them, Noctis is sure. He made it this far. But even after everything, his friends mean more than Providence itself, and he wouldn't be anywhere else right now than by Ignis' side, either.
The train's an overlay of too many they've been on, the trademarks of Gralea all smudged away to something indistinct and indecipherable. It still feels too familiar to bad times. There was never really a good train ride they were on. Noctis keeps tugging Ignis along with quick, determined steps as the train starts moving, and the landscape outside the window passing by isn't any one place in Lucis, but it's Lucis. All heat and sunlight, open fields and dense forests, not snow and daemons. The warmth of the sunlight itself is more comfortable and more familiar, and Noctis closes his eyes and breathes it in, finally letting go of Ignis' hand as he settles onto a stool of an empty dining car. ]
It's been a long time, huh?
[ He reminisces, not thinking about the train so much as the snapshots of Ignis' life he can remember post-ruin. Ten years and sixty almost felt the same to him, but Ignis... It was like he was a different person every time he saw him. And now here he is at least, that different Ignis, and his company still somehow feels the same. ]