#ringpyre

          you run fingers down the side of ignis’ cheek. curled up beside him half asleep already. how lucky you are to be here on this night.

❝  is  it  illegal  to  be  in  a  group  that  is  for  fun  and  is  like  a  d&d  (  dungeons  and dragons  )  roleplaying  group ?  i  am  from  lucis .  ❞

Noctis was kicking himself more than usual. He had taken a chance, to love and be loved on a scale no god could understand, and he lost everything. He had no physical form in this world so the woman he had fallen for suggested finding a vessel. But if he took a human’s body as his own there was a chance he would become a demon and even he couldn’t fathom such a thing.

So she left him. Able to see but unable to touch, his would-be lover gave up on him. Now Noctis was stuck with no way back home. Wandering as though a ghost in the streets of men. And his wings slowly rotting in his back, the feathers once vibrant and glossy like obsidian now dull and withered, a testament to what happens when you betray your calling for love.

Most couldn’t see Noctis and those who could ignored him in fear when they saw his wings. But there was one man he noticed who seemed to be watching him as he walked through the crowded street market. Could he really see him? To test the situation the raven-haired fallen approached with wings lifted slightly. They burned with the movement but he had to know.

nothing    ,    nothing    ,    can  beat  beaming  down  to  a  planet  for  the  first  time  and  just  seeing  everything  that  their  eyes  can  take  in .    seeing  the  differences  from  their  own  home  and  all  of  the  other  planets  they  have  been  on .

❝    iggy    !    come  look  at  this  plant    !    ❞    their  tricorder  is  already  out  and  scanning  away  at  the  slightly  sparkling  flower .    with  the  purple  and  blue  color  and  the  shimmer  around  it    ,    it  reminds  them  so  much  of  the  galaxies  they  have  watched  as  they  passed  by  with  ignis  at  their  side .     ❝    the  report  said  that  these  flowers  hold  a  huge  cultural  significance  to  the  people  here .    supposedly    ,    having  a  bouquet  of  them  at  your  wedding  is  supposed  to  be  some  kind  of  good  luck  charm    ,    a  blessing  almost    ,    and  they  have  medicinal  properties .    ❞    eyes  are  still  locked  on  the  beautiful  flowers    ,    they  ramble  on  about  every  fact  they  know  about  it    ,    as  if  ignis  didn’t  read  the  same  report  as  them .

   Void Gates were particularly temperamental, even before the creators were wiped out. Now the dangers presented are only enhanced by a greed driven faction unaware their own ruin was sitting seconds away. He’d gotten out and to the extraction point just before the collapse ripped apart the Orokin Tower, hands clinging to the innards of the Liset and mind just barely catching his Cehalon’s panic.

   It had been the last thing he recalled, and that was hours ago. Despite the protests of his vessel’s voice Paetgeon had departed upon learning they were thrown into uncharted territory, (reminiscent of home but less toxic) and overwhelming curiosity drove motion forward. 

                                ❝ hey dad?  ❞

           oriana knows very well that ignis could probably hear her padding down the hallway, but it doesn’t stop her voice from being unusually soft as if it’ll make her words easier. she’s been avoiding him all day, spent it all of it flitting around hammer head with cindy or in the yard with soma training as if some last minute work outs are going to make a big difference now.

     ❝  you  miss  him,  don’t  you  my  dear  soul?  ❞   the  flame  that  latched  itself  to  ignis  all  those  years  ago  understands  the  longing.  the  crushing  thought  of  being  SEPARATE  from  the  one  he  holds  dear.  he’s  had  many  lovers  in  the  eons  before  his  life  now.  he  remembers  each of  them,  remembers  their  short,  ephemeral  lives  with  fondness.

     so  he  knows.

     he  KNOWS  the  ACHE  that  comes  with  longing  and  separation  and  all  those  ugly  feelings  in  between.  what  he  has  not  told  ignis  is  how  much  worse  it  will  be  to  let  go.   (  o'  ignis  scientia.  old  lucian  for  FIRE.  KNOWLEDGE.  how  very  fitting  that  their  souls  would  entwine  themselves.  )

     that  he  sees  the  stars  as  if  they  were  a  scar  upon  his  heart  so  young  despairs  the  flame.  so  young,  and  yet  so  full  of  saddness.  where  he  is  usually  warm,  his  saddness  is  like  a  cold  draft  in  an  empty  room.