i can hear them calling

for now, i wanna try to get caught up on my drafts. ( i only have a couple )

At the sight of the other, he stops in his tracks, squares his shoulders, gives a small bow of his head. From a very young age, he’s been taught to show reverence towards his elders—just like he’s been taught that the Kingsglaive was his purpose. The idea of resigning was inconceivable to him.

“Sir,” his own curiosity speaks before Ignis has had the chance to remind himself that this might be none of his business, “I thought your injuries had healed.”

“There’s no point in formalities anymore. Call me Simon.”

He pauses, rolls his shoulders. He wants to say something scathing, but the younger man has done nothing to deserve his anger, his bitterness. Instead, he lets out a soft sigh and runs his prosthetic hand through his hair.

      “  then i’d tell you i’m yours to do with as you wish.  ”  alistair replies easily, almost without thinking at all. it doesn’t take much effort from simon for alistair to forget their surroundings, to forget everything but here and now. he laughs when simon suggests he’d take up golf.  “  oh, darling, you could never take up such a boring hobby as golf. that’s more my style, don’t you think ?  ”

      “  i know we need to keep moving, but i am not like you. this is all very new to me, and i can’t keep going as long.  ”  as simon softens, so does alistair, like mirror images. their hands fit together nicely, and alistair can’t deny  –  despite all their fights, despite everything, there’s no one he’d rather have at his side. 

      “  you already saved my life. you owe me nothing more, but i appreciate the sentiment.  ”  what goes unsaid  –  ‘  i wouldn’t make it out here without you.  ’  alistair knows he needs simon. it is not a much of a curse as he thought it would be. he actually likes teasing and the fighting, most of the time, and then  .  .  .  there are these moments, little times like this, when alistair thinks simon could be sunshine personified, where alistair forgets about all their arguments and feels something warm in his chest. 

      “  no, i don’t think i’m ready for daemons.  ”  he laughs, smiles wide and bright.  “  yes, let’s do this together. i’ll take care of you too.  ”

“There’s a rest stop with a broken down RV they use as a motel room not far from here. We can stop there.” He blushes a little, eyes averting. Sometimes Alistair smiles so bright he looks like the sun. It’s not fair, really, especially when Simon melts so easily because of that smile.

It takes another fifteen minutes, but Simon does pull them up right next to the RV. It’s dimly lit, but enough to keep the daemons away. This would have to suffice. “I know you’re not used to staying in places like this, but it’ll have to do.” Simon is the one with the gil, he assumes, since he ventured out of Insomnia more often than Alistair. 

      “  don’t tease me unless you plan to follow through.  ”  alistair murmurs. simon has such a nice voice, and he knows all the right things to say to make alistair weak in the knees.  “  i’m yours. forever and always.  ”

“is fine. i’m not planning to go too far. just a small walk is all i want.”

      “  you’re the worst.  ”  alistair mumbles into simon’s neck. he doesn’t mean it. he loves this, the way they fit together like pieces of a puzzle. he loves simon, even if alistair still likes to act contrary.  “  you’re lucky i love you.  ”

      “  you can’t just  –  ”  alistair’s face feels hot. he wants to hide. it’s completely true; simon’s got him figured out, but that doesn’t mean alistair wants to contemplate it. he steps closer to simon so he can hide his face in the crook of simon’s neck.  “  ugh, don’t say shit like that.  ”

      oh. that sends heat spiraling in his gut. a little embarrassing high - pitched noise escapes his lips as he tips his head back automatically.  “  you’re such an ass, ”  he whines, completely failing to sound like he means it in the least.  “  don’t say things like that.  ”

      “  yeah ?  ”  alistair laughs.  “  you say that a lot, but i’m not convinced it’s true. i think you can’t stand that you don’t hate me.  ”

There’s a gentle laugh,   he shakes his head.   ‘   I’m more like the snow itself,   I think.   You’re much more akin to sun than I am.   ‘