#noctibert

The train ride to Cartanica is uneventful once everyone stops fighting amongst themselves, but Ignis can sense another argument brewing as the train pulls to a halt in Cartanica station. They all know the mines are not going to be safe, and as far as Gladio is concerned, even just pacing on the train is too dangerous for Ignis.

(He can’t help but to wonder how close he came to being left behind in Altissia entirely. It’s not a comforting thought.)

The call is not Gladio’s to make, though. It isn’t even Ignis’s. As with most things, it is up to Noctis.

Cartanica station is hectic and Ignis can barely hear the others if he falls more than a few paces behind. Eventually, Prompto catches his sleeve and tows him along until they get to the elevator.

And Ignis…pauses, lingering just outside the elevator. “Well, Noct?” he wonders slowly, and his grip on his cane tightens as he prepares for the blow to land. ‘You should stay here, Ignis. We can’t afford to babysit you.’

That isn’t what he hears, though. Instead, Noctis stammers, tripping over his words for a moment. “Iggy, I— I don’t—“ He falls silent with an aggravated noise, and his fingers instead simply close around the edge of Ignis’s sleeve and tug.

Ignis’s smile is tired and somewhat half-hearted, but gentle all the same as he steps onto the elevator. “I’m sure I’ll manage.”

(Memories meme | Still accepting, if you’re so inclined)

Ignis is a child, small and too skinny, young enough that he still lisps over some of his words. His Highness is tugging at his shirt, practically begging if they can just go play now, and Ignis darts a wary glance to His Majesty.

The king crouches in front of him and clasps his shoulders with a warm smile. “Go on,” he urges. “I’ll leave him in your hands. Promise to keep an eye on him.”

“O-of course, Your Majesty!”

His Majesty’s hands fall away from Ignis’s shoulders, and Ignis is bowing as low as he can manage as the king straightens back up, until he finally lets himself be towed away.

I’ll leave him in your hands

Ignis trains until it hurts to move, and then goes about his day as if everything is normal. He will be the best that he can be. There’s no room for anything less than that.

I’ll leave him in your hands

Ignis worries, from time to time, that Noctis doesn’t actually need him. But he knows his duty, and more importantly than that, he knows that Noct is the closest friend he has, and he buries those worries for the time being.

I’ll leave him in your hands

Ignis ducks over Noctis as if he himself is a shield, and while the bird’s massive talons come within inches of scalping him, all that matters in that moment is making sure Noctis is safe.

I’ll leave him in your hands

Ignis slips the ring onto his finger.

I’ll leave him in your hands

@thesensualfire said: [ I would D: ]

@corpsesucc said: LET’S SEE versus&prompto, versus+prompto&yuna, genesis&prompto, if i was writing him it’d be ignis&prompto, and i’m willing to bet that my lunafreya and luche would fall sooner or later AS WELL

The sight of the heavy storm which ravaged the ocean and the horizon last night is still vivid within the child’s mind. Copper eyes used to glisten and blink with wonder each time lightning flashed and spread throughout the greyed skies like spiderwebs, though now Iris trembles like a leaf within said storm each time she even thinks about the destructive force of nature. Even with the calm having washed over their quaint island, even with the sun now peeking through the clouds overhead, the child still struggles to shake off the heavy feeling each storm brings to her. 

It’s hard to stop fearing the very thing that killed your mother, after all.

Her thoughts are suddenly interrupted by distant cries, high-pitched and desperate, echoing from the depths of the forest near her family’s hut. Iris’ first thought is of a poor young creature affected by the storm somehow, possibly separated from its family or trapped under debris. The mental image is enough to get the child moving, running as fast as short legs could carry her through the woods, following the continuous stream of faint weeping floating through the air.

And it’s by the shallow river running through the forest all the way to the edge of the island does she spot not a creature, but a kid-- just like her!-- sprawled on the muddy riverbank, and--

No. A boy. But also a creature...? A tail instead of legs--

    “I know.” His voice is thin, strained, as he answers. Noctis is staring at Ignis face, scars stark against the pale skin. There had to be a solution though, right? Something, something,anything. It didn’t have to be simple.

    “There has to be something we can do, I can do. Just–” His voice broke with a heavy sob. Just let me help you. This wasn’t fair. None of it was, but especially not this. Ignis had been with him all the time, since he could remember. It wasn’t his job to risk his own sight for Noctis sake. Or maybe it was, but it was wrong.

    “There has to be.”

“Noct--” The first attempt to interrupt him is quiet and halfhearted at best, and Ignis’s voice wavers slightly. He’s not even sure if he’s more upset for himself, or because of how worked up Noct has gotten. Ignis pauses to gather his composure, and when he tries again, “Noctis,” his voice is steadier. Firmer.

“What’s done is done.” He reaches out with one hand, and at first his fingers close on thin air before he manages to find Noctis’s elbow, and his hand slides up to the prince’s shoulder.

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