#ignis (t)

When Ignis finally woke, he didn’t know how many days have passed. Was he even still alive? Maybe he had died, and gone to heaven, but what would heaven want with a man like him? What kind of assassin and advisor failed to protect his King? Being dead would be better than living with this shame, but he slowly realised that he was indeed still alive. He heard some faint muttering, the flapping of a curtain in a breeze, steps. 

But he didn’t see a thing, and his eyes were open. What kind of nightmare was this? His entire body, it seemed to be fine, but his eyesight it was gone. “Mors..” How can he see whether his King is fine or not without working eyes? “Mors.” 

It may be his birthday, but the day’s chores still needed to be done. He had gotten up earlier like he usually did and first prepared a cup of strong ebony for himself. While he enjoyed the bitter taste on his tongue, he watched the orange sun peek out from behind the pine trees in the distance. It was a lovely day today. If the day remained quiet, it would be a good birthday. 

Considering they were on the road, Ignis’ expectations for this day were low.

He started to prepare breakfast and greeted Gladiolus who was up next and who wished Ignis a happy birthday with a clasp of Ignis’ shoulder. “Thank you very much,” he smiled, glad they all were alive and well and able to spend this day together. Even if the circumstances weren’t happy. “Now, wish me luck. I’m waking Noct.”