Amicitia Week Day 8: Bonus
Bonus Day!
Summary: Lord and Lady Amicitia may be dead, but it doesnât mean theyâll stop protecting their children. (Ghost AU anyone?)
The daemons were louder than usual, Iris noted, but thankfully the havens still held up after all these years. It didnât mean she wouldnât keep her sword close tonight though.
Thatâs what she told herself an hour or so ago, but she could still hear the daemonic growls and chortles as if they were right outside of her tent, her knuckles were nearly white from how hard she was gripping her weapon.
After a moment, they started getting quiet, almost like the daemons were moving away, Iris would have checked it out, but the exhaustion from that dayâs hunt was already overcoming her decision to see what it was.Â
A sense of comfort enveloped her, and she couldâve sworn she saw her father, gently coaxing her to sleep, that she would be safe, and he would make sure she was. But that also could have been the exhaustion talking. For now, she slept.
Gladio wasnât at a haven, but he wasnât faring any better. Lying awake on some rickety couch, nightmares keeping him awake. Drinking didnât help, he tried that already, and he not only jolted awake from a nightmare, but he also had a hangover.Â
It wasnât one of his brightest ideas. At least this place did have books lying around, and he had a small candle lit, reading to pass the time instead.Â
He could feel himself dozing off, but he was wary of the nightmares coming again, being reminded that nothing was safe these days anymore.Â
That was until he woke up that next morning (he only knew that it was âmorningâ with the pocket watch he had in his side pocket showing the time).
His jacket covered him like a makeshift blanket. It wasnât until he was leaving Hunterâs base that morning, that a hunter had told him that a woman had been with him that night. Covering him with his jacket, they were going to inquire about who she was, but she had already left.Â
Gladio was unsure about who it could have been, Iris was out on her own hunt (as nervewracking as that was to him) until the hunter had begun to describe her. He felt a chill run through him, that couldnât have been his mother.
âI know youâre upset-â
âUpset? I am livid Clarus!â Dahlia seethed, âSome trash bag looking fool has caused all of this and our children have to suffer through it!â
âThe Accursed will be defeated, you know that,â Clarus responded firmly.
âYes Iâm well aware of the prophecy of that rock,â She spoke, a sad look in her eyes, âI just canât bear seeing them like that.â
âNeither can I. But we will protect them until Noctis returns the light.âÂ
âYes, we will. And if he doesnât then I will fight the Accursed myself.â
Her husband didnât doubt that she could and would do it either. They had accepted their deaths long ago, but they would do all in their power to make sure their children were safe.
