faesphere | Call Me Out / Open RP Post

[He thinks again, then grimaces, his mouth moving as if experiencing an unpleasant taste. Sense memory, perhaps?]

Coffee. It was gross.

[Ah. Hang on.]

I don't like coffee. I remember that, too.

[ He laughs at that. ]

You drank half of can of it. [ He still doesn't understand why Noctis did that other than it's Noct. ]

We took the pastries somewhere. [ Again, he'll let Noctis fill that on in. ]

[Noctis takes a little longer for this one, because the origin of that memory is of a place that hurts to think about, now. Being there had hurt him. Blades and burning lights and dying, he was dying, he was dead. He is dead.

He blinks rapidly, his breath picking up speed, but he manages to say,]

Home. We went home.

[ He frowns a little at this one, seeing Noctis' reaction to it. ]

We went there to stargaze.

I... [ he hesitates a moment ] told you something. [ that he's in love with Noctis. ]

[For the first time, Noctis doesn't hesitate. His tone is musing, almost wistful.]

You said you loved me.

[That memory feels... nice. A blanket of comfort to quietly smother the horror of what it meant to return home. They both knew he was going to be gone soon, but Ignis loved him even so. It was... humbling. And still is, despite his unexpected return.]

[ Ignis says nothing, but the confirmation is in his eyes, gaze locking onto Noctis'.

He shifts a little, taking both of Noctis' hands in his own and sets them on Ignis' cheeks. He lets his own hands drop. This should be a familiar sight, when Noctis had kissed him. ]

[Noctis is puzzled for a bit, keeping his hands there and gazing into Ignis' eyes. He's worried at first. Only one of his hands is... safe, and the other he'd rather not risk touching what's important to him that much. He doesn't want to watch Ignis burn.

(it would be ironic. a part of him is unpleasantly reminded of the language of the ancient world woven into his mind from years of forgotten education and the power of the gods flowing through his veins. ignis, the man of fire, burning. but let it not be by his own hand.)

The longer he holds that gaze, the more he recognizes the signs of what is being asked of him: their closeness, the way he can feel Ignis' breath between them, dusting against his skin. The soft press of every fingertip against Ignis' face. The curve of his lips.

...He remembers...

...leaning in, capturing those lips with his own. Kissing him, soft and sweet and longing. A kiss to say goodbye. He remembers doing all of this.

It's how he knows to repeat the gesture, right here and now.]

[ He shuts his eyes when Noctis kisses him, following his lead here. Arms go back around Noctis, pulling him closer to Ignis.

Gods, he's missed this. The closeness that they shared and he hopes and prays that this kiss helps Noctis recall it too. A tear leaks off his face, body trembling a bit.

He lets his love and care pour out into this kiss, the pain and sorrow that he went through the past five years leak through.

I missed you.

He pulls back a bit, murmuring softly. ] I'm still in love with you, Noct. [ before he captures Noctis' lips on his own once more, letting it last as long as Noctis need it to. ]

[Still in love. Noctis shivers against Ignis, able to feel it through the kiss. He has no memory of kissing anyone else, but would a platonic or heartless kiss feel like this? Needy, urgent, hopeful... the kiss of a man who's been left waiting, wanting. Five years, Ignis had said. And he'd been gone for longer, before then. It hurts to know he's been the cause of so much pain.

"I love you.

Just remember this."

And he remembers too, like a wall crumbling down around him: the soft fur of Carbuncle beneath his fingertips, walking hand in hand with Ignis across Eos, laughing as they fell from the Disc together, tasting strawberries, making pastries, watching the stars. Crying together, falling asleep in one another's arms. Finding his resolve, and making peace with what was to come despite knowing he's loved, and loving in return.

He remembers loving this world and the people who lived in it enough to die for them.

Dying, dying.

Kissing this man, to say goodbye.

As he draws back, half-gasping not for air but from the shock of it all, he exhales a weak, sobbing laugh, his thumb brushing away the tear on Ignis' face.]

This one... means hello.

[He's back. He's back, and while he doesn't know why, and he doesn't know for how long, and he doesn't know what he is anymore, he's back.]

[ When Noctis draws back from the kiss, Ignis watches, hopeful, praying in his heart. The weak sobbing laugh that he hears out of Noctis has his heart skipping a beat.

This one... means hello.

The last kiss they shared was a goodbye one. This one, it's a reunion and he can't but let out a tired sobbing laugh himself.

Noctis remembers. He remembers. A wave of relief rushes through his body. He's hugging onto Noctis even tighter now, though not breaking his eyes off Noctis' own. ]

... Noct. [ he's taking steady breaths ] Y-you remember...

I missed you. I missed you so much. [ A lump forms in his throat as fresh tears roll down his cheeks. He will not cry, not now, not now... His body wants to give in, he's trembling, shaking...

but he needs to hear that Noctis remembers him. ]

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I remember.

[He won't leave Ignis waiting for the answer this time. He's waited long enough already.]

I don't remember everything, but I remember you. I remember the dream we shared, and who you are...

[Awakening immediately with no memories, he hadn't felt bad about it. He'd been fine with fulfilling his mission, helping people, and moving on. All of that had changed the moment he'd laid eyes on Ignis. Since then he'd started to remember, and it only made him hungry for more. Now that he remembers this much, he wants to remember everything. About Ignis, about the life he had before. About what he's done, so he knows what he should do going forward.

It feels... exciting. He didn't know that life would be like this.]

[ It's nice to hear, to be remembered by the person who he loves. He exhales a shaky breath, wanting to say so many things here, but he can't find his voice.

His gaze drops and he moves to bury his face against Noctis' shoulder, his own shoulders shaking, fingers curling against Noct's back. He been fighting hard against his own feelings, the need to break apart. He'd been fighting against it since he heard Noctis' voice for the first time in five years...

With a mumbled apology, he breaks apart. Sobs wrack his body, just as he did five years ago. This time, he's letting out the pain he felt from losing Noctis, from letting him go like that. Even though he doesn't understand how Noct's back, he's thankful that he is.

The relief keeps washing over his body as he keeps telling himself that Noctis is here, he's real. Noctis isn't a fragment of his imagination.

He's real.

Noctis is real.

The pain of losing him twice is far too great for Ignis to think about, he can't stand the thought of losing him again. Not again, he won't, he refuses to this time. Now that he's back, he plans on keeping Noctis by his side for as long as he can.

Don't leave me... ]

[Noctis doesn't push him back or fight it; he allows himself to be held so tightly, arms sliding around Ignis to hold him back, practically clinging. He doesn't want to lose this again, either. He'd done his duty, whatever that was, he'd followed the instructions of the gods and met his end. He shouldn't be here now, but he is. Ignis cries for the both of them, as Noctis can't find the grief in his own heart yet; he's lost too many memories. What he feels instead is joy, triumph. He'd died, and come back, and now he's home again at last. It had taken years, but they'd found one another again. It's nothing short of a miracle.

They'll have to drag him kicking and screaming if they want him to go back to the oblivion that Ignis had pulled him from. Right now, he wants to stay here, more than anything.]

[ It takes some time for Ignis to calm down, breathing returning to normal, the shaking lessening up. He can feel Noctis clinging to him too and he holds him tighter in response.

He takes his time calming himself down, it helps that Noctis is hugging him hard.

After a time, he finally finds his voice to speak ] ... Noct [ It's just his name, but it holds a great deal of gratitude for letting Ignis break like that. ]

You're here... [ Ignis lifts his head up to look into Noctis' eyes once more. Stray tears still roll down his face.

There had been a gaping hole in Ignis' heart all of these years, it's slowly being filed up again. Though fulfilled in other areas in his life with Noctis' passing, he wasn't truly happy. Something was always missing and that something - someone - was Noctis.

He rubs at Noctis' back idly. ] I'm alright... [ he feels better after letting all of that out. He manages a smile, for Noctis. ]

I don't think you're alright, Ignis.

[He tugs back, reluctant but worried, enough so he can see Ignis' face again and brush a hand over his cheek- the healing hand, finding bruises and scrapes from the mishandling he'd received before Noct arrived. He'd mended the more severe injuries, but is he really okay? They're still sitting here in a shack with a dead man and Ignis' blood all around them. He looks thin, and exhausted.]

We should get somewhere safe... you need to eat, and rest. How long have you been here? Are you hurting anywhere else?

[ He's completely forgotten about his minor injuries still on him. He shuts his eyes as Noctis touches his cheek for a moment. Then he reopens his eyes. ]

... You're right, I'm still a bit hurt. To be honest, I've forgotten about it since you healed the worst of my wounds.

[ He has no idea where they are currently. He shakes his head a bit. ]

I don't know how long I've been kept here. [ He shuts his eyes for a minute thinking. ] I was at home, in a business gathering of sorts and a drink was offered to me. It was spiked, [ he looks at the pool of blood surrounding them. ] I thought nothing of it when I took it. But it knocked me out, I recall getting to my room and passing out there. Then I woke up here and you know the rest.

[ Ignis glances at his legs for a second. ] Judging by the way how stiff my arms were after you untied me, I think I've been here for a few days. [ he's just guessing here. ]

You came in from the outside, correct? What did you see out there? [ It might give him an idea as to where they are. ]

I'm not sure, didn't get a good look. It was just... desert.

[Muddled memories leaves for poor navigation or landmarks. On the other hand, as a tool of one of the Six, he has a working understanding of the lands that exist in Eos- he'd been left with those memories, at least.]

I think... we're probably close to Hammerhead. Let's get you there, first. Can you stand up?

[He'll help pull or balance Ignis as he needs it.]

[ Hammerhead, he'd suspected that he's quite the ways from home, but isn't this familiar at any rate. The car broke down first and the four of them get it to Hammerhead, then he and Noctis meet up in the shared dream. Now this. He gives a little smile. ]

It might be wise if you could assist me. I'm in capable hands.

[ Then a thoughts hits him. ]

I know you don't remember right now, but you were king. If people get word of your return, they might expect too much out of you. It might be a good idea to cover you until you get your full memories back.

[ Though he suspects most people wouldn't recognize Noctis any way, but he wants to be safe. ]

Be careful once we reach Hammerhead, Noct. People with a keen eye might recognize you but I suspect most people won't.

[ He gives Noctis a squeeze, arms still around him. ] How do you feel about visiting places in Eos after you've helped me?

[Ah... king. Noctis glances down at his hands, ashen and glimmering, then moves them to wind one of Ignis' arms around his shoulder, the other at his waist, carefully lifting him up to his feet and supporting him. They can move like this.]

I'm not king anymore. I can't give them what they need.

[Anyway, it's been five years. Surely whatever government the world has established in that stretch of time can continue to exist without him upending everything they've built. He needs to find himself before he can commit to anything else, especially since he no doubt has other obligations now that he's been revived and changed.]

I like that idea, though. Another world tour, maybe?

[ You've done plenty. is his instant reaction to that. Dying for the world and all and the people have gotten along just fine the past five years without their king. No, Noctis isn't king anymore.

He makes a quiet noise in agreement and lets himself be pulled up to his feet. Another familiar sight, though he had been blind at the time... Ignis gingerly tests out his legs for a second, shifting from foot to foot and is relieved when they aren't super stiff. But he's hit with a wave of dizziness and it crashes down just how weak he feels. He shuts his eyes for a moment then slowly reopens them. ]

Another world tour, and I've got the perfect person in mind to ask in Hammerhead. [ first things first though ] Help me feel better first, Noct. I feel... so weak. Dizzy.

[ He's hungry and thirsty on top of that and he doesn't know he was kept alive. It confirms his suspicions that he has been locked away in this shack for a few days.

He takes a breath and looks to the door. ]

Let's get out of here.

Yeah... maybe some fresh air will help clear your head. If not, we'd be safer to sit down and rest near the road.

[Or at least near people, instead of the middle of nowhere with a corpse about to slow-roast in the desert heat. He doesn't want to suffer the smell anymore.

The door's already partway open after Noctis forced his way inside, so it only takes a nudge to reveal the daylight as Noctis helps Ignis out of the shack. There's a handful of abandoned buildings in the area, alongside scattered foliage and rocky outcroppings, but in the distance there's a road, with at least one scrappy-looking vehicle rolling past. A road is something to follow, so Noctis starts there, at least until they can spot a better landmark.]

I can carry you there, if you need it. I have a feeling you've carried me enough in my life.

[ As they exit the shack, the sunlight blinds him. He has to shut his eyes again, gripping Noctis' shoulder for a moment. The fresh air is good though, even before he was kidnapped, he doesn't recall the last time he was actually outside. A week ago?

He slowly gets his eyes open to let them adjust to the blinding sun. ]

... I should be alright to keep moving.

This is quite the role reversal, indeed. I was always the one watching out for you, helping you, protecting you. [ he glances at Noctis ] Now I need you.

[ he hesitates a moment before speaking up again. ] You heard my call to you, it was a desperate attempt on my part. It's... a miracle that you're here. [ he thinks he sees a familiar sight to Hammerhead in the distance as they keep walking together. ] Thinking of you was bringing me peace and comfort, [ just in case if he... he shakes his head. ]

... I'm alive. [ If Noctis hadn't shown up when he did, Ignis doesn't want to think about that now. He's safe. ]

[Noctis furrows his brows, thinking carefully for a long moment before answering.]

I don't know where I was, before this, or why I was there. Don't even know why I was alive. I was... sleeping. Pretty sure I wasn't supposed to wake up until the Astrals did, but when I heard your voice, I couldn't control it. I just- I had to be here, to stop whatever was happening. [He hesitates, and then adds cautiously,] I'm a Messenger, Iggy. For Bahamut. It's why I'm like this.

[He doesn't exactly remember what he looked like - the flashes of memories that he has are all from his perspective, and none of them featured a mirror - but he'd seen his own hands and arms wrap around Ignis, and they'd looked like normal human hands before. Things are different now, and it's only right that Ignis know where he stands before he gets too excited about any kind of "normal" future together.]

[ He frowns a bit at this information. ]

I... lost you twice already. I don't wish to lose you again. [ He can't afford to. It hurts his heart thinking about it. ]

You came back to save me, there has to be another reason why you're here. [ Perhaps they can discover that on the road trip together.

Hammerhead is getting closer to them. Ignis clutches onto Noctis' shoulder tighter, he's too weak, exhausted both mentally and physically to keep going. His legs buckle underneath him as he starts to pass out from pure exhaustion. ]

... Noct... [ is all the warning he gets before he's out cold, slumped against Noctis. ]

Ignis...!

[Noctis lurches down to catch Ignis as he falls, laying him carefully in the sand so he can check the man's vitals and ensure that he's- well, not okay but not in mortal danger. Unconsciousness is a reasonable expectation after everything he's gone through, and once Noctis is satisfied that he'll keep on breathing for a while yet, he carefully hefts the man up on his back, hunched and holding him by the legs. He continues his trek to Hammerhead, a little more slowly, but his steps more sure. It'd given him quite a fright, but right now the best thing to do would be to get him out of the sun and somewhere safe to rest.

The garage is open and active when he reaches it, the sound of banging tools and humming engines sending pangs of familiarity through his head, making it ache a little, though he doesn't stop moving. He'd been here before, and not just because of the dream. Flickers of moments where this place was a hub of activity, a home base of sorts.

"Lady Lunafreya’s groom-to-be, here in Hammerhead."
"You got a long way to go, son."
"Crystal and the king’s ring— what they been after all along…"
"Hey, Highness. About your car…"
"Noct! It's you! It's really you!"
"Well, well. You kept us waiting."

He recalls Ignis' words from minutes ago- about his old life, about what people might expect from him. He doesn't want anyone to be distracted, or to distract him, from helping Ignis, so he avoids the garage and heads straight for the caravan. It's a rental, but he'll see about mustering up the gil for it once Ignis is awake. For the moment he gets them both inside and stretches Ignis out on the closest bed, fetching a scrap of fabric for a makeshift cloth and soaking it in cold water to rest it on Ignis' forehead, as well as clean him up and bit and patch up the lingering wounds. Once he's done as much as he can, he settles back to wait.]

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