[ He's dead, he's dead. That's all he can thinks and he shuts his eyes. He doesn't want his last vision to be of that man. He takes in a deep breath, clinging to thoughts of Noctis now. His eyes, face, the way how he smiles.
Noctis. The man who he had fallen in love with all of those years ago and still loves to this day.
His heart beat picks up, any second now - any second and he'll be dead --
-- The sudden noise of the door slamming and his kidnappers voice start him. He jerks in surprise, causing his shoulder to whine in pain. He cries out in pain from the movement. As the scene unfolds in front of him, the gun going off and the newcomer catching the bullet in his hand, Ignis gets a familiar feeling from his savior.
His ears are ringing from the loud gunshot, but he watches as the newcomer burns his kidnapper to death. Green eyes watch as the person who saved him crouches down next to him. A hand traces his jawline, hand so familiar to him. He hadn't felt this touch in five years, not since the shared dream that he and Noctis had together. This touch is so familiar to Ignis, but he doesn't want to believe. Noctis is dead, so who is still strange person?
Green eyes study the man looking into his own. His heart skips a beat at seeing the the blue eye watching his. He knows that shade of blue anywhere.
Noctis. Noct. His Noctis.
He can't find his own voice, just studying the person for a moment. It's been five years, there's no way that he's alive... There's no way. He had seen Noctis' form in the throne room, slumped and dead. He'd done it, saved the world and brought back the light and the stars.
... Noct. You're dead.
Tears prick at his eyes, unbelieving, but desperately wanting to believe. He's lost Noctis twice already, once to the Crystal and once to death, saving the world. Gods, it was the hardest thing he had to do, was letting Noctis go like that.
Who are you? But he knows deep down who this is. The look has changed, but that blue eye, his touch. Please, let it be him. He doesn't care how he's back. A part of him is telling him to be rational, but the love he has for Noctis just doesn't care. Ignis pushes that rational side of himself to the side.
Believe. Skeptical. Believe. His emotions are betraying him. He's forgotten about the predicament that he's still in for the moment. Ignis is still, letting his savior study him. ]
.... Noct? [ voice hoarse, a whisper, pleading, disbelief, wanting to believe in this miracle. ] ... Is it really you?
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Noctis. The man who he had fallen in love with all of those years ago and still loves to this day.
His heart beat picks up, any second now - any second and he'll be dead --
-- The sudden noise of the door slamming and his kidnappers voice start him. He jerks in surprise, causing his shoulder to whine in pain. He cries out in pain from the movement. As the scene unfolds in front of him, the gun going off and the newcomer catching the bullet in his hand, Ignis gets a familiar feeling from his savior.
His ears are ringing from the loud gunshot, but he watches as the newcomer burns his kidnapper to death. Green eyes watch as the person who saved him crouches down next to him. A hand traces his jawline, hand so familiar to him. He hadn't felt this touch in five years, not since the shared dream that he and Noctis had together. This touch is so familiar to Ignis, but he doesn't want to believe. Noctis is dead, so who is still strange person?
Green eyes study the man looking into his own. His heart skips a beat at seeing the the blue eye watching his. He knows that shade of blue anywhere.
Noctis. Noct. His Noctis.
He can't find his own voice, just studying the person for a moment. It's been five years, there's no way that he's alive... There's no way. He had seen Noctis' form in the throne room, slumped and dead. He'd done it, saved the world and brought back the light and the stars.
... Noct. You're dead.
Tears prick at his eyes, unbelieving, but desperately wanting to believe. He's lost Noctis twice already, once to the Crystal and once to death, saving the world. Gods, it was the hardest thing he had to do, was letting Noctis go like that.
Who are you? But he knows deep down who this is. The look has changed, but that blue eye, his touch. Please, let it be him. He doesn't care how he's back. A part of him is telling him to be rational, but the love he has for Noctis just doesn't care. Ignis pushes that rational side of himself to the side.
Believe. Skeptical. Believe. His emotions are betraying him. He's forgotten about the predicament that he's still in for the moment. Ignis is still, letting his savior study him. ]
.... Noct? [ voice hoarse, a whisper, pleading, disbelief, wanting to believe in this miracle. ] ... Is it really you?