#ignitives

     “don’t-- don’t.”

     gladio’s voice is low, but firm, and a hand comes out before he can stop it to cut off ignis’ point of exit. 

     “i’m not done talking to you yet. i know it’s hard for you to open up, but in this state of things, we can’t afford to keep secrets. if you can’t tell me what’s going on with you, then you shouldn’t be with us, and you know that’s the case. you’d be pissed if noct acted like this.”

     he tilts his head, an insistent attempt to catch ignis’ eyes.

                    he’s totally out. his head lolling to the side onto ignis’ shoulder. he’s drooling a little bit. being king is hard work you know, iggy! especially when you are his advisor.  

@ignitives ugh theus. <3

                                                   poetry starters / @ignitives

                  it is a romantic thought. that perhaps in another world they would together. in another life it would still be them. that he will wake up in another world and then reach his hand out for the person always truly at his side. maybe his heart is too soft but he longs to wrap his arms around ignis. to abandon the duty he had been taught to do from his childhood and run away.

                   in another life he is sure that somewhere they are together by a hill just resting under the stars watching as waves crash against galdin key together. maybe the world is different there, maybe they could be happy together. just not this in this one. in this one he spent ten years in a cold crystal surrounded by the deities who damned him in the first place. 

                     he could have been here. he could have had more than a few moments with ignis’ hands in his own. pressing kisses to his scarred face. and laughing because even a world with darkness with ignis is better than one with light without. tears stream down his face. maybe they’ll have better luck in one of those lives. but he cannot dwell on that right now.

                                          ❝i wouldn’t have it any other way.❞

                                              mysme starters / @ignitives

            noctis bursts out laughing, hand on his belly laugh. full body laugh. tears starting to spill down his face kind of laugh. it’s been so long since he had an actually good laugh in. so much has happened since insomnia fell. he needed it, he really needed it. especially from ignis, he can feel the memory of old nights sneaking out of the castle in the middle of the night flooding back into his mind.

                          ❝so let me get this straight.                              you want me to steal the                               imperial chancellor’s cat                              as a wedding gift for luna?❞

                 a familiar smile that has been absent far too often lately twinkling like stars on his lips. honestly he’s ecstatic with the very idea. honestly it sounds incredible and he cannot wait to at least try it. that might totally collapse their deal with the niffs but honestly at the point it might be worth it.

                                                    poetry starters / @ignitives​

         perhaps tomorrow he will be blessed to see the sun rise over the hills of insomnia for the first time in a decade with ignis at his side like had been for his entire journey. maybe he would get to rest his sleepy head on ignis’ lap as the world finally starts to heal.

         perhaps tomorrow he will be six feet under. neck broken and curled up under eos his fingers. alone as the world is covered in the endless night breathe unable to return to his lungs forever. as the weight of the world holds his marble box shut. 

           perhaps his eyes will close for the final time as the sky finally brightens into something new and fresh. ignis would feel the warmth on his cheeks again. and noct would be able to see him again in the evening. watching him among his starry namesake for the rest of ignis’ life. 

                                        ❝i love you.❞

            perhaps the phrase passes through noct’s lips for the first time years. in this hidden pocket of the world, in hammerhead. then he presses his own traitorous lips to ignis’ own. he slides fingers over ignis’ cheek, his sword calloused fingers running his clean shaven face.

                                                    ❝ so maybe we aren’t                                                        a theory anymore.❞