That's not what he wanted to say at all. Not after what they went through in the short amount of time they had together. The night and the dream. Ignis sighs at his desk and looks over the paperwork for Noctis' funeral. It's only been a month since he died.
His final gift to Ignis, was his eyesight back. He can see again. He rubs at his temples and lets out an annoyed frustrated sigh. This shouldn't be so difficult to get the arrangements set up, but Ignis is being picky about it all. Noctis deserves something special.
Seeing how he's not getting any more work done, he snaps the files shut and leaves his office, shutting the light off. The Citadel is home, but he stays clear of the throne room. He doesn't want to remember seeing Noctis that way, slumped over his chair like that.
Fresh tears prick at his eyes, but he blinks them away. He hastily leaves for home, murmuring good nights to the guards.
One Year Later (Post-Noctis Death)
He kept his promise. Ignis sits at the final campsite, looking over the stars in the night sky. One year to the day since they had shared their final night here.
He's crying quietly, god, his heart aches. It had been so hard for him to let go like that. He'd tried to find a way to save Noctis, but he'd failed there too. He'd lost. A piece of himself is flat out missing and he can't deal with it or anyone else right now. He'd taken a personal day off from his duties.
I love you. In love, even. He's still in love with Noctis and he knows that deep down that no one can ever replace him. He has to try at least, but that day is not today.
Noctis' funeral had been something special alright. It went off without a hitch, it was small at first for personal friends and family. But it'd opened up to the general public later. They mourned their fallen king too, but no one grieved harder than himself, Gladio or Prompto did.
Both of them are doing well, he supposes. Prompto making it big with his photos and Gladio got married to the girl he'd fallen in love with. He still trains people.
Ignis sighs and lays back and recalls Noctis rescuing him. It had been a strange feeling to be the one in trouble.
You better not pull anything like that again, you hear? I need you with me. He'd gotten scolded for it, only because Noctis had been worried sick. His own foolishness had gotten him into that mess.
He looks to the night sky again and lets his tears fall off his face, not caring about the harsh sobs threatening to come out.
Four Years Later (Post-Noctis Death)
He just wasn't interested. In dating, that is. He had tried, but no one could compare to Noctis. Gladio had tried setting him up, and while he was friendly with those people, he just couldn't connect. Soon, he started to dodge everyone that shot him longing looks.
The new dawn is breaking out soon, the celebrations beginning. Four years since the sun first set after a ten year long night. People celebrated with a festive, but Ignis stayed inside. To them, it was a holiday and to Ignis, it was just a reminder of what he lost. The world is saved, but at a hefty price.
A price he wasn't willing to pay, but what else could he do?
Ignis groans and shakes his head, not paying attention enough to where he's going. He stops dead in his tracks at the throne room, legs buckling and he takes a deep breath, then a mad dash away from there. How'd he end up here? Perhaps because he was distracted by the outside world noise that he'd forgotten to pay attention.
He immediately runs upstairs to his office and slams the door shut. With a frustrated cry, he slams his hand into the wall. Breathe, he needs to breathe. It takes him a minute to calm down with shaky breaths as he makes his way over to his desk. He flops down into the chair, then lets his face fall flat into his hands.
He's had good days in the past four years. Days where he thinks he's getting better, when the grief isn't raw. This isn't one of those days, it's a bad day for him. Grief is rearing it's ugly head again and he feels like he's been punched in the gut. Hard. Tears leak through his fingers. He's surprised at the tears, he'd thought he'd ran out, but when it comes to Noctis, there's never enough of them.
He doesn't regret a thing about their final night together. While it had made it that much more harder to say goodbye, he also didn't want to live with regrets at all. If he'd let Noctis go without telling him how he felt, he didn't think he would be able to live with it.
Ignis grabs a tissue and wipes at the stubborn tears off his face, he knew that today was going to be difficult. It always is on this day. Ignis had just come back from the campsite, a tradition for him the day before. He catches the picture of him and Noctis on his desk, a gift from Prompto - the blond had snuck it in one day while Ignis was out. Who else would it be but Prompto? It was a photo of him and Noctis holding each other by the campfire on their final night. He wasn't aware of the camera going off.
Fireworks start to go off outside and all he can do is stare at the photo, lost in his own memories once more.
Five Years Later (Post-Noctis Death)
He hated crowds, why in the world he agreed to come to this social thing is beyond him. Politics, of course, so his presence was requested. He made the idle chatter that he needed to do, but he just wanted to go home.
A drink is offered to him, but he thinks nothing of it when he takes it. Out on the balcony, at least he can get some peace so he goes there now. He twirls the drink in his hand for a moment before he downs it. He's not a drinker by any means, so he was surprised at himself.
He spends a few minutes outside before he starts to feel... out of it. A hand rubs at his temple and he suspects that his drink had been spiked, this is why he shouldn't have accepted it. He glances at the night sky once more before he shuffles back inside and hurries away from the party and back to his room. He flicks on the light and flops on the bed, passing out cold.
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The first thing that he's aware of, is that he's not in his room anymore. It's dark, but he quickly realizes that he's blindfolded. What the? Ropes are pining his upper arms to his sides, lower arms and wrists behind his back and legs tight together. He struggles against it, but he can't get loose.
Who? He strains to hear his kidnappers, but he hears nothing. Is he alone?
For now, he guesses. Since he can't see, he doesn't know where he's at either. If he's even in the Citadel at all, or even in Insomnia. How long was he out for? How did his kidnappers get past his guards? He knows that the drink knocked him out good so that's one piece of the puzzle slipping into place.
But who has him as a hostage and why? He frowns a little. He gives the ropes a tug again, but to no avail. At least he can talk if he wants to, but he decides to keep his mouth shut in this instance.
He's not in immediate danger at least, for now. But he's in trouble again, this time Noctis isn't around to rescue him. He's not even sure if anyone knows that he's missing.
All he can do is wait.
He's not kept waiting too long, as he hears footfalls entering whatever room that he's in. He keeps quiet and prays that he can trick the person that he's still asleep, but it doesn't work.
Ignis finds himself being hauled up and thrown against the wall, back against it. His kidnapper punches him in the face then promptly smashes Ignis' head against the wall. He lets out a hiss of pain then he's thrown to the floor, hitting the wall and sliding down it.
He's trying to roll out of the way, but there's a hand on his shoulder, pining him back against the wall yet again, then something sharp cuts through his shoulder. He yelps out in surprise, his breathing getting rigid. The dagger is stuck in his shoulder and horrifying, he heard a thunk as it's stuck to the wall, keeping him trapped there.
The blindfold comes off him then. Green eyes look up and he immediately recognizes the person before him. It was the guy who given him the drink, and now that he thinks about it. This man had been pursing Ignis for a few weeks, begging for a date or a one night stand, but he refused to.
You. But he doesn't speak, letting the man above him study the situation. Ignis knows that he's in danger - mortal danger here. He tries to keep his breathing still, not wanting to give the man of pleasure that he'd hurt Ignis. Fresh tears prick at his eyes from the pain, but he blinks them away. Sweat cakes his forehead and blood is slowly pooling out from his shoulder. His head pounds from when he'd gotten hit. His jaw hurts a bit too.
He's had worse. Doesn't mean that he isn't afraid, no, he'll be lying to himself. He's terrified for his life. He doesn't want to die here, at the mercy of some strange man. No, he'd rather go out on his own terms. Just as he'd promised Noctis.
Noctis... his heart hurts thinking of him now. As much as he'd like to join him, wherever he is, he can't right now.
I'm sorry, Noct.
Something cold and threatening hits his forehead and terror sinks in, a gun. The barrel of a gun is being pushed against his head. One wrong move and he's done for.
Stuck to the wall, terrified, tied up, sweat beating into his eyes, all he can do is wait on the bullet to pierce his skull. All he can hope for is a quick end.
Noct... help. Please. Stupid to beg for Noctis' help when he's dead. Noctis can't hear his thoughts. But he does so anyway as a comfort to himself. Help me, please.... ]
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That's not what he wanted to say at all. Not after what they went through in the short amount of time they had together. The night and the dream. Ignis sighs at his desk and looks over the paperwork for Noctis' funeral. It's only been a month since he died.
His final gift to Ignis, was his eyesight back. He can see again. He rubs at his temples and lets out an annoyed frustrated sigh. This shouldn't be so difficult to get the arrangements set up, but Ignis is being picky about it all. Noctis deserves something special.
Seeing how he's not getting any more work done, he snaps the files shut and leaves his office, shutting the light off. The Citadel is home, but he stays clear of the throne room. He doesn't want to remember seeing Noctis that way, slumped over his chair like that.
Fresh tears prick at his eyes, but he blinks them away. He hastily leaves for home, murmuring good nights to the guards.
One Year Later (Post-Noctis Death)
He kept his promise. Ignis sits at the final campsite, looking over the stars in the night sky. One year to the day since they had shared their final night here.
He's crying quietly, god, his heart aches. It had been so hard for him to let go like that. He'd tried to find a way to save Noctis, but he'd failed there too. He'd lost. A piece of himself is flat out missing and he can't deal with it or anyone else right now. He'd taken a personal day off from his duties.
I love you. In love, even. He's still in love with Noctis and he knows that deep down that no one can ever replace him. He has to try at least, but that day is not today.
Noctis' funeral had been something special alright. It went off without a hitch, it was small at first for personal friends and family. But it'd opened up to the general public later. They mourned their fallen king too, but no one grieved harder than himself, Gladio or Prompto did.
Both of them are doing well, he supposes. Prompto making it big with his photos and Gladio got married to the girl he'd fallen in love with. He still trains people.
Ignis sighs and lays back and recalls Noctis rescuing him. It had been a strange feeling to be the one in trouble.
You better not pull anything like that again, you hear? I need you with me. He'd gotten scolded for it, only because Noctis had been worried sick. His own foolishness had gotten him into that mess.
He looks to the night sky again and lets his tears fall off his face, not caring about the harsh sobs threatening to come out.
Four Years Later (Post-Noctis Death)
He just wasn't interested. In dating, that is. He had tried, but no one could compare to Noctis. Gladio had tried setting him up, and while he was friendly with those people, he just couldn't connect. Soon, he started to dodge everyone that shot him longing looks.
The new dawn is breaking out soon, the celebrations beginning. Four years since the sun first set after a ten year long night. People celebrated with a festive, but Ignis stayed inside. To them, it was a holiday and to Ignis, it was just a reminder of what he lost. The world is saved, but at a hefty price.
A price he wasn't willing to pay, but what else could he do?
Ignis groans and shakes his head, not paying attention enough to where he's going. He stops dead in his tracks at the throne room, legs buckling and he takes a deep breath, then a mad dash away from there. How'd he end up here? Perhaps because he was distracted by the outside world noise that he'd forgotten to pay attention.
He immediately runs upstairs to his office and slams the door shut. With a frustrated cry, he slams his hand into the wall. Breathe, he needs to breathe. It takes him a minute to calm down with shaky breaths as he makes his way over to his desk. He flops down into the chair, then lets his face fall flat into his hands.
He's had good days in the past four years. Days where he thinks he's getting better, when the grief isn't raw. This isn't one of those days, it's a bad day for him. Grief is rearing it's ugly head again and he feels like he's been punched in the gut. Hard. Tears leak through his fingers. He's surprised at the tears, he'd thought he'd ran out, but when it comes to Noctis, there's never enough of them.
He doesn't regret a thing about their final night together. While it had made it that much more harder to say goodbye, he also didn't want to live with regrets at all. If he'd let Noctis go without telling him how he felt, he didn't think he would be able to live with it.
Ignis grabs a tissue and wipes at the stubborn tears off his face, he knew that today was going to be difficult. It always is on this day. Ignis had just come back from the campsite, a tradition for him the day before. He catches the picture of him and Noctis on his desk, a gift from Prompto - the blond had snuck it in one day while Ignis was out. Who else would it be but Prompto? It was a photo of him and Noctis holding each other by the campfire on their final night. He wasn't aware of the camera going off.
Fireworks start to go off outside and all he can do is stare at the photo, lost in his own memories once more.
Five Years Later (Post-Noctis Death)
He hated crowds, why in the world he agreed to come to this social thing is beyond him. Politics, of course, so his presence was requested. He made the idle chatter that he needed to do, but he just wanted to go home.
A drink is offered to him, but he thinks nothing of it when he takes it. Out on the balcony, at least he can get some peace so he goes there now. He twirls the drink in his hand for a moment before he downs it. He's not a drinker by any means, so he was surprised at himself.
He spends a few minutes outside before he starts to feel... out of it. A hand rubs at his temple and he suspects that his drink had been spiked, this is why he shouldn't have accepted it. He glances at the night sky once more before he shuffles back inside and hurries away from the party and back to his room. He flicks on the light and flops on the bed, passing out cold.
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The first thing that he's aware of, is that he's not in his room anymore. It's dark, but he quickly realizes that he's blindfolded. What the? Ropes are pining his upper arms to his sides, lower arms and wrists behind his back and legs tight together. He struggles against it, but he can't get loose.
Who? He strains to hear his kidnappers, but he hears nothing. Is he alone?
For now, he guesses. Since he can't see, he doesn't know where he's at either. If he's even in the Citadel at all, or even in Insomnia. How long was he out for? How did his kidnappers get past his guards? He knows that the drink knocked him out good so that's one piece of the puzzle slipping into place.
But who has him as a hostage and why? He frowns a little. He gives the ropes a tug again, but to no avail. At least he can talk if he wants to, but he decides to keep his mouth shut in this instance.
He's not in immediate danger at least, for now. But he's in trouble again, this time Noctis isn't around to rescue him. He's not even sure if anyone knows that he's missing.
All he can do is wait.
He's not kept waiting too long, as he hears footfalls entering whatever room that he's in. He keeps quiet and prays that he can trick the person that he's still asleep, but it doesn't work.
Ignis finds himself being hauled up and thrown against the wall, back against it. His kidnapper punches him in the face then promptly smashes Ignis' head against the wall. He lets out a hiss of pain then he's thrown to the floor, hitting the wall and sliding down it.
He's trying to roll out of the way, but there's a hand on his shoulder, pining him back against the wall yet again, then something sharp cuts through his shoulder. He yelps out in surprise, his breathing getting rigid. The dagger is stuck in his shoulder and horrifying, he heard a thunk as it's stuck to the wall, keeping him trapped there.
The blindfold comes off him then. Green eyes look up and he immediately recognizes the person before him. It was the guy who given him the drink, and now that he thinks about it. This man had been pursing Ignis for a few weeks, begging for a date or a one night stand, but he refused to.
You. But he doesn't speak, letting the man above him study the situation. Ignis knows that he's in danger - mortal danger here. He tries to keep his breathing still, not wanting to give the man of pleasure that he'd hurt Ignis. Fresh tears prick at his eyes from the pain, but he blinks them away. Sweat cakes his forehead and blood is slowly pooling out from his shoulder. His head pounds from when he'd gotten hit. His jaw hurts a bit too.
He's had worse. Doesn't mean that he isn't afraid, no, he'll be lying to himself. He's terrified for his life. He doesn't want to die here, at the mercy of some strange man. No, he'd rather go out on his own terms. Just as he'd promised Noctis.
Noctis... his heart hurts thinking of him now. As much as he'd like to join him, wherever he is, he can't right now.
I'm sorry, Noct.
Something cold and threatening hits his forehead and terror sinks in, a gun. The barrel of a gun is being pushed against his head. One wrong move and he's done for.
Stuck to the wall, terrified, tied up, sweat beating into his eyes, all he can do is wait on the bullet to pierce his skull. All he can hope for is a quick end.
Noct... help. Please. Stupid to beg for Noctis' help when he's dead. Noctis can't hear his thoughts. But he does so anyway as a comfort to himself. Help me, please.... ]