In the end, many had returned to their worlds, and some, those who enjoyed their lives here or had none to return to, had stayed. Stella, belonging to the latter, saw her family off while barely holding herself together. She was, at least, able to do so with a smile. No matter how faked it was, she was a master of it.
She may never see them again, but at least they were going to live the life they wanted.
It was tempting to go back herself, to finally rest for good, but... no. Not when there was a life here. Not when there were at least a few people she had to stay alive for. Not when, even with her family gone, she still had a semblance of happiness. And... perhaps, a chance for more.
She gave it a week, for everyone to recover from the loss, to adjust to life with a big portion of the population gone. Once that passed, she found herself in front of the door of Asch's house. Normally, she wouldn't hesitate, but what she had in mind... it might change things. No, it would change things. Whether it was for better or worse was what gave her pause.
Shutting her eyes and taking in a deep breath, Stella took a step forward and knocked on the door.]
Ignis knows what's to come and he doesn't like it one bit. His heart hurts and swells at the same time. Ignis is generally touched by those simple words. Yes, there had been days where it was frustrating taking care of the prince, no King, that's standing before him, but he wouldn't change a thing.
He can't help but let the tears roll down his cheeks, a small smile on his face. It's sad.
So much has changed in the past ten years. Ignis had found his footing in battles and cooking again. He waited for the day for Noctis to come out of the crystal, but while he knew he'll get to say hello, but he had to also say good-bye. He doesn't want to say good-bye to his dearest friend.
Sometimes he curses that vision he had gotten. There were times where he didn't want to know this. Noctis' fate. It's been ten years since then and he still hasn't accepted it. He tried to find a way to save both Noctis and the world, but he'd failed. Now that the final night is here, he can't help but feel like a failure in that regard. His sworn duty was -is- to protect Noctis and he took that role seriously. Perhaps a bit too seriously. He's a failure.
He exhales a breath as if to calm himself, but it doesn't work. Another tear runs down his face.
He cares very, very deeply for Noctis. His whole life has been wrapped up in Noctis that it's just hard for him to accept a life without him. He can't do it. As both of Noctis' hands clutch his own, he's taken back to the first day they met. Ignis was only six years old, Noctis a fair bit younger. Ignis squeezes one of Noctis' hands in his own. ]
... Noct. [ voice almost a whisper, cracking at the edges. His own voice betraying the way how he feels right in this moment. He can't think of anything else to say. Noctis doesn't know that he knows what's to happen to his friend. No, brother. Six, he can't do this. He needs Noctis' strength if he's going to be able to move on.
Gladio and Prompto had protested when Ignis had gotten up, but he ignored them. They didn't put up too much of a fight when Ignis made his way to where Noctis was standing.
Ten years without Noctis at his side, he buried himself in hunts, cooked for Cid and did other things to try to make time fly faster when he wasn't looking into saving Noctis.
"Looking." He still can't see, it's a price that he had paid in Altissia all of those years ago. Noctis still doesn't know about that one either. So much that he's keeping from Noctis....
Another sharp breath escapes him. He knows Noctis is ten years older now, but he can't help but see him as the twenty year old from years ago. He wishes he could see his brother one last time. But this will have to do.
Ignis stands before Noctis, trying to put on a brave face, but failing. Tone of voice and tears giving him away. ]
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calling the bibblybap
Hey you <3
Guess where I am
right around the flippityflap
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how dare you tag me while i leave for work
im like that
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asch ketchum (let's make this official and not handwaved)
In the end, many had returned to their worlds, and some, those who enjoyed their lives here or had none to return to, had stayed. Stella, belonging to the latter, saw her family off while barely holding herself together. She was, at least, able to do so with a smile. No matter how faked it was, she was a master of it.
She may never see them again, but at least they were going to live the life they wanted.
It was tempting to go back herself, to finally rest for good, but... no. Not when there was a life here. Not when there were at least a few people she had to stay alive for. Not when, even with her family gone, she still had a semblance of happiness. And... perhaps, a chance for more.
She gave it a week, for everyone to recover from the loss, to adjust to life with a big portion of the population gone. Once that passed, she found herself in front of the door of Asch's house. Normally, she wouldn't hesitate, but what she had in mind... it might change things. No, it would change things. Whether it was for better or worse was what gave her pause.
Shutting her eyes and taking in a deep breath, Stella took a step forward and knocked on the door.]
i made an unholy noise also i am so out of practice
it's okay i am too
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For Noctis;
Ignis knows what's to come and he doesn't like it one bit. His heart hurts and swells at the same time. Ignis is generally touched by those simple words. Yes, there had been days where it was frustrating taking care of the prince, no King, that's standing before him, but he wouldn't change a thing.
He can't help but let the tears roll down his cheeks, a small smile on his face. It's sad.
So much has changed in the past ten years. Ignis had found his footing in battles and cooking again. He waited for the day for Noctis to come out of the crystal, but while he knew he'll get to say hello, but he had to also say good-bye. He doesn't want to say good-bye to his dearest friend.
Sometimes he curses that vision he had gotten. There were times where he didn't want to know this. Noctis' fate. It's been ten years since then and he still hasn't accepted it. He tried to find a way to save both Noctis and the world, but he'd failed. Now that the final night is here, he can't help but feel like a failure in that regard. His sworn duty was -is- to protect Noctis and he took that role seriously. Perhaps a bit too seriously. He's a failure.
He exhales a breath as if to calm himself, but it doesn't work. Another tear runs down his face.
He cares very, very deeply for Noctis. His whole life has been wrapped up in Noctis that it's just hard for him to accept a life without him. He can't do it. As both of Noctis' hands clutch his own, he's taken back to the first day they met. Ignis was only six years old, Noctis a fair bit younger. Ignis squeezes one of Noctis' hands in his own. ]
... Noct. [ voice almost a whisper, cracking at the edges. His own voice betraying the way how he feels right in this moment. He can't think of anything else to say. Noctis doesn't know that he knows what's to happen to his friend. No, brother. Six, he can't do this. He needs Noctis' strength if he's going to be able to move on.
Gladio and Prompto had protested when Ignis had gotten up, but he ignored them. They didn't put up too much of a fight when Ignis made his way to where Noctis was standing.
Ten years without Noctis at his side, he buried himself in hunts, cooked for Cid and did other things to try to make time fly faster when he wasn't looking into saving Noctis.
"Looking." He still can't see, it's a price that he had paid in Altissia all of those years ago. Noctis still doesn't know about that one either. So much that he's keeping from Noctis....
Another sharp breath escapes him. He knows Noctis is ten years older now, but he can't help but see him as the twenty year old from years ago. He wishes he could see his brother one last time. But this will have to do.
Ignis stands before Noctis, trying to put on a brave face, but failing. Tone of voice and tears giving him away. ]
time 2 sad
*signs up for fields trip*
*feels trip
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