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    The stern expression he’d forced upon himself falters -- & he looks upon her simply dumbfounded for a moment. Honestly, even Noctis hadn’t expected his humour to go unnoticed. In a sense, joking proved an escape ; an awkward distraction from the ambience. Somehow, he prefers this -- when she can be herself, with no repercussions -- & no immediate responsibilities. Then again, he could say the same for himself.

Iggy! Ignis!

Someone had been calling his name, but it sounds so far away now--a distant murmur heard from underwater, drowned by the bellow of a rushing tide. His vision had turned black and red and white, like a thousand tiny stars exploding behind his eyelids at once, but now it gives way to a pale, calm colour he has no name for right away.

Ignis never really believed in a light at the end of the tunnel; he had assumed dying would, ideally, be instantaneous in the final moment. He doesn’t want it dragged out. If he has to die, he doesn’t want to think about who he left behind, what many things he had left to do. He doesn’t want to think about whether or not it meant anything--if Noct was all right, if he’d done his job properly--not now that he can’t do anything about it. Let it be black or white; dead or not dead. Ignis doesn’t like ambiguity.

But dying light or simple fever dream, he finds himself here... and soon, he realises he is not alone, either. He moves toward them in slow strides, as if walking through water. Snatches of sound still reach him from somewhere far off--the roar of water, cries of terror, his friends’ voices somehow clearer above the commotion--but for now, he is focused on whoever else seems to be with him in this place between. Even more so when he realises who she is.

LET ME LOVE YOU@sophoi

u better lawyer up cus i’m SUING U FOR THIS