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FILL: Ignis, Hiding an injury [1/?]
(Anonymous) 2017-03-10 06:23 pm (UTC)(link)After the fight – a short one; it had only been an Arachne, after all – they regrouped and made the last leg to the haven, rather than hang about in the field where worse things might yet find them. On the way there, trudging single-file in the dark, Gladio had boasted of being unharmed, but Prompto complained extensively of a sore knee, and Noct of electricity burns on his right hand. Ignis was silent.
They only had one potion left. Ignis knew that, had known it since they’d used up all the others in a rather disastrous dungeon two days ago, but went through the motions of checking anyway, and breaking the bad news.
The wound in his side was small, no more than the diameter of a pencil, and not very deep either. Prompto’s knee was bruised and swollen but not sprained, so the potion had gone to Noct, whose burns did look rather painful. Ignis carefully didn’t mention his own injury to anyone. He knew, either way, that Noct would end up with the potion, but this way it cut the debate considerably shorter, which in itself was an enormous relief. He was tired and aching all over and just wanted to be done with cooking, clean up his wound somewhere private, and go to bed. Neither his nor Noct’s injuries were life threatening, not anywhere near, but Ignis would much prefer Noct was comfortable, even at the expense of his own comfort. They would return to Hammerhead in the morning where they could restock on potions and other necessities, and it wouldn’t matter that they’d wasted this potion on something relatively inconsequential.
Dinner was daggerquill rice, to pacify Prompto, and though he overcooked the meat and added a touch too much pepper, no one commented. It was rather saddening, Ignis thought as he washed up and watched Gladio attempted to cheer up Prompto, who was still sulking over the potion, that it was almost definitely because no one had realised and not because they were being polite. Good food was wasted on them. Oh well, never mind. They got something reasonably healthy in them, and he’d have to be satisfied with that.
‘Hey, d’you need any help?’ Noct, coming up from behind him, almost made Ignis startle enough to drop the saucepan he was washing.
‘I’m almost done, but thank you.’ Ignis managed a faint smile. If Noct was offering to help with the dishes, he must be feeling very guilty about getting the potion over Prompto. A wash of fondness came over Ignis and his smile, however small, became genuine. ‘How about you finish setting up the tent? It seems Prompto’s feeling well enough to be distracting Gladio, and I for one would like somewhere to sleep tonight.’ Gladio had already put the thing together, so Noct only had to sort out the rain cover. Which was good, because Ignis wasn’t sure Noct knew the first steps in how to assemble the tent, despite how long they’d all been using it for.
They both looked over to where Prompto was kneeling on Gladio’s shoulders, trying to take a photo of something in a tree next to the haven. Gladio, deciding it was taking too long, deliberately wobbled, and Prompto grabbed onto his head to avoid falling off. They both started shouting and flailing about.
Noctis snorted in amusement, but Ignis caught him flexing his right hand, rubbing it against the fabric of his trousers. ‘Sure,’ he said. ‘I can do that.’
That night, as Ignis lay in his sleeping bag, listening to the others drop off around him, eyes gritty with exhaustion, he failed for a long time to find sleep himself. His injury, now washed out and neatly covered in a square of gauze, was more painful by far than he felt it warranted. Ignis touched it with his fingertips, just gently, and hissed as pain shot up his side. That was definitely not good. Nor was the fact that it had already bled through the gauze and onto t-shirt he was sleeping in. Ignis fumbled around above his head for one of his shirts, folding it up and using the sleeves to knot it over the gauze. That should be enough, and he was too worn out to bother with more. And the fact that it was bleeding so much in the first place?
Never mind. It was probably just deeper than he’d previously thought. And even if not, there was nothing he could do about it now, anyway. He just had to wait until they got their hands on those potions.
Ignis woke the next morning with a mouth full of blood. Blood ran from his nose, too, and only sheer force of will got him out of the tent before he spat, coughing and wiping at his face with his forearms. His shirt, which he undid from around his waist, had become almost entirely damp with blood, still red and sticky and fresh. The gauze was completely soaked, oozing more blood even as Ignis inspected it, a sinking feeling in his gut. The flesh around the wound felt hard, extensively bruised and close to agonisingly painful.
It was dawn, just. Ignis sat down quickly as he realised how shaky his legs were, holding the soggy mess of his shirt to his side as hard as he could stomach. Poison, then. They didn’t have any antidotes, either, and how could he have got so lax in stocking their supplies? What if it’d been Noctis? Ignis closed his eyes and allowed for a moment to curse himself. Then he got up and poured himself some water, rinsing his mouth out and washing his face and side as best he could. He made up a glass with sugar and salt, too; the surest way to make blood loss far more serious than necessary was dehydration, and even though just the thought of drinking it set his stomach on edge, the alternative was worse.
His dirty clothes could go in the laundry, which no one but himself ever bothered with. He dressed the wound in abundant fresh gauze, bound as tight as he could with tape wrapped around his waist. After swallowing down the nausea that bubbled up with the pain, and checking to make sure it wasn’t bleeding through, he got dressed. Then Ignis sat down and ran through the options.
Telling everyone about the injury now would only make them worry, and worry wouldn’t get them to the needed supplies any quicker. It was embarrassing – it’d make him seem less capable of looking after himself. And it would make Noct feel even more guilty than he already did.
Pain and some bleeding weren’t going to do much more than make him uncomfortable, so long as the bleeding didn’t get any worse. If they were going to be spending the majority of their time in the Regalia then a bit of weakness wouldn’t matter either. He’d tell them if it got worse, but for now they didn’t need to know.
Ignis checked his watch. 5am. It’d be hours before the rest of them woke, much less woke enough to get mobilised.
Maybe he should try and get some more sleep. He could taste blood in his mouth again. It was leaking from the gums around his back teeth.
Well, better that than his front teeth, or lungs. Ignis sighed and propped his head on his palm, closing his eyes. He wasn’t fooling himself; this was likely a very serious condition. But that didn’t make his previous thoughts on the matter any less true – that all they needed to do was get to Hammerhead as soon as possible, and telling the others wouldn’t achieve that any better than if he didn’t tell them. He’d just have to make sure they didn’t get distracted on the way, or take any unnecessary detours.
It was entirely possible that he wasn’t thinking straight. Perhaps he should tell the others. But no. It would be fine.
Breathing hurt, like there was an inch-long nail buried in his side, shifting with each movement of his ribs. His breathing itself was oddly laboured, for all that he’d done nothing strenuous that morning. Ignis bit his lower lip and wished that he’d been able to recognise how serious this was before he’d persuaded Noct to use that last potion. Never mind. What was done was done. He’d ask Noct to drive, have a rest on the journey, and it would be all better by the time they got to Hammerhead, by mid-afternoon at the latest.
For now, he’d take a short nap and then get started on breakfast. Despite the warmth of the previous day it had turned chilly during the night, but at least it hadn’t rained, the ground dry and last evening’s clouds gone without the slightest sign they’d been there in the first place. The sky, stretching from darkest blue to the red dawn horizon, was clear and beautiful, still dotted with stars. It really was only too bad that Noct wasn’t awake and up to see it, Ignis thought.
Better not try climb back in the tent and risk not just disturbing his injury but waking all the others. Or, Prompto and Gladio, anyway. Ignis closed his eyes, tried to let his mind drift. Sleep eluded him. The pain in his side was edging ever closer to unbearable, and he had to swallow every now and then as his mouth continued to bleed. Blood tricked down his nose into the back of his throat.
Maybe he should give up on the idea of a nap and start on breakfast. He felt weak, and his heart was racing. He’d need the leisure to cook at a slower pace than normal, so perhaps it was good that he couldn’t sleep. Leave sleeping to the experts in the tent. The others had managed to finish off both their own and his remaining portion of the daggerquill rice, so leftovers was out of the question. Since, then, he had generous amounts of time, even given that he’d need to work slower, he could do scrambled eggs, perhaps, and those bread rolls that needed to be eaten. Dress the eggs up in some spices, chillies and tamarind, mint and coriander, and toast the rolls over the fire. Or since the eggs were fresh, poach them and let them stand on their own, save a touch of olive oil and lemon, salt and pepper, and served with the smoked meat of Noct’s latest catch.
The first glimpse of the sun made itself known on the horizon. Ignis got up and steeled himself as his head spun and his wound dug its agony deep into him, very almost sending him back into the chair. He would definitely be asking Noct to drive, then. And perhaps the smell of cooking would rouse the others before their natural emergence, so they could set off all the more quickly.
Ignis sighed as he started up the stove. Perhaps, but he didn’t have much faith in it.
Re: FILL: Ignis, Hiding an injury [1/?]
(Anonymous) 2017-03-10 06:56 pm (UTC)(link)Ahhh, poor Iggy. I already really love it. You write Ignis and his thought process absolutely perfectly and I also love the interactions with Noct. (And I can just about imagine which dungeon they spent all those potions on...)
Thank you so much!
Re: FILL: Ignis, Hiding an injury [1/?]
(Anonymous) 2017-03-13 01:44 am (UTC)(link)FILL: Ignis, Hiding an injury [2/?]
(Anonymous) 2017-03-13 01:48 am (UTC)(link)The car doors slammed and Ignis found himself half out of the Regalia, following the others, before he managed to swallow his mouthful of blood and saliva and speak up. ‘Noct!’ He saw the ashenhorns and remembered the bounty on them in the same second, and took another second to come to a conclusion on how this was very likely to end up. ‘Are you out of your bloody minds? Have all of you forgotten that we have exactly zero curatives left?’
‘Come on, Specs!’ Noct wasn’t even looking back; though, Ignis thought as he gripped his injured side – fuck it hurt – that might be a good thing with regards to hiding his wound. ‘You’re always going on about needing money, and they’re right here. You just know if we leave now we’ll never find them again.’
‘We’ll be fine!’ Prompto already had his guns out, and Ignis gritted his teeth as he caught up. ‘These little beasties’ll be no trouble, right?’
Ignis turned to Gladio, the only sensible member of the group other than himself. ‘And you’re just going to let them?’ His voice had gone ragged and rough, but desperation was welling up inside of him, spilling over. ‘Aren’t you meant to be protecting Noct, not letting him go kill himself over a few gil?’
‘Fuck, Iggy, what’s up with you?’ Gladio said as he stared at him, hard, but then Prompto hefted his guns and fired, a deafening crack, at the same moment Noct warped out from besides them. The thunder of approaching ashenhorn cut the conversation short.
Ignis barely remembered the fight, afterwards. There was pain – pain when he moved, pain when he hefted his weapons, pain when he got knocked to the ground distracting an ashenhorn from Noct on its other side. Pain like being impaled, so bad he could barely see.
The second time he got knocked down he hit a rock, hard, rolled over as momentum carried him, and lay there face-down. He found he couldn’t get back up again. His heart rattled in his chest, like it was going so fast it might explode, might just stop altogether, and the terror of that feeling seized him and wouldn’t let go. He’d lost his spectacles somewhere, but his arms couldn’t seem to move to try find them.
‘Hang in there, I’ve got you,’ Prompto shouted, somewhere above his head and the relentless roar in his ears. The crack of gunfire, a hand on Ignis’ shoulder, turning him over. Somewhere a way away Noct shouted, and that was enough to force Ignis up, even though it was all he could do to stumble to his feet, propped up on his lance. He gasped for air but it still felt like he was suffocating.
Prompto handed him his spectacles, tapping him with them on the nose when he didn’t respond quite fast enough. ‘My thanks,’ he managed, but Prompto was already bounding off into the fray.
Ignis took a long moment to gag and spit, and scrub at his face with the back of one hand, before he put his spectacles back on. His vision still seemed to be a little blurry, even with them, but now he looked he realised he didn’t have the time to work out why. One of the ashenhorns was down and the other two, bloodied and stumbling, were approaching the same fate. They were, however, also both converging on Prompto, and Noct was standing gamely by his side instead of warping away to behind the beasts and safety. That the four of them could win at all had never been in question – whether they could do it without one of them ending up seriously needing a potion was altogether far more dubious, and being caught between two ashenhorns was a surefire way to fail.
Ignis ran, each step like someone trying to yank a jammed saw from his ribs, and stuck his lance into the nearest ashenhorn in the relatively soft spot between belly and hindlimb. He jumped back away from its massive head as it turned, but wasn’t quick enough to avoid the tip of the second one’s horn smashing into his shoulders. Ignis rolled as he fell, away from the stamping feet of the first, and then Gladio was hauling him up by the back of his shirt, and took down one of the ashenhorns with a blow from his sword across the creature’s neck. Blood sprayed everywhere. The second ashenhorn moaned as it, too, fell, Noct balancing on its head with an arm wrapped around one horn, his sword stabbed deep into its skull.
Noct jumped off the dead ashenhorn as Prompto let out a celebratory whoop. Ignis turned to pretend to look at the first of the creatures they’d taken down, then clean his spectacles and brush his hair back, just for something to distract his shaking hands. For once he was glad about the gore that always accompanied these battles. His side was liberally wet with blood, but no worse than Noct’s right leg and Gladio’s chest and thighs were, and no one would be able to tell it was from wildly different sources. He forced himself to stand upright and not curl over or crouch down in the dry grass.
‘Shit, Iggy, you’re losing your touch. You could have done better than that when you were sixteen.’ Gladio’s voice had the boisterous air it always did after a particularly good fight, but there was also an edge of added wariness. Ignis made a conscious effort to relax his jaw before he turned back to the others.
‘Yes, well,’ he said, and adjusted his glasses as he spoke so to hide his mouth. ‘We all have our off-days.’
‘Hell of an off-day,’ Gladio said, as they started to trudge back to the Regalia. ‘You sure you’re doing all right?’ He was watching him out of the corner of his eye, Ignis could tell, and damn it all, would he not just lay off?
‘Yes, I am sure.’ If his voice was clipped and unfriendly, well, then at least they could chalk it up to embarrassment. Let them think what they would, just so long as they didn’t waste any more time. ‘And we’re going to have to put down towels at least if we don’t want to rack up a considerable cleaning bill for the Regalia’s upholstery.’ He’d meant to say more, something about it costing just as much as they were earning with this thoroughly stupid jaunt, but he couldn’t quite catch his breath for it.
At least Prompto and Noct were distracting themselves, peering over Prompto’s camera and, from the sounds of it, arguing whether the photo was worth Prompto stopping fighting to take it. It sounded good natured enough, so they seemed to have cleared up whatever bad air was hanging over them from the potion allocation incident of last night. And, luckily, Gladio had jogged up to stop them getting into the Regalia, pulling out the tent rain cover to drape over the back seat, and raincoats – was this the first use the raincoats had got since purchase? It was getting hard to think – over the front ones.
‘My turn to drive!’ As soon as Gladio was done, Prompto muscled Noct out of the way to grab the driver’s seat.
‘What? No way, it’s still my turn!’ Noct shoved Prompto back, and Ignis ignored them as he walked around the car and sat down in the passenger-side backseat. His legs were trembling, his head spinning. He could barely feel anything, save for the pain in his side and his own heart, beating like a small bird trapped inside his ribcage. Tilting his head back so the blood in his nose ran down his throat, and squeezing his thigh in a failed attempt to feel something other than slicing agony, Ignis missed how the argument ended. He barely registered the Regalia starting up and making its bumpy way back onto the road.
He just had to hold it together until they got those curatives. Another hour or two and then he could put this all behind him. He could do it. He’d been through worse, he was sure, even if he couldn’t bring to mind any specific instance right now.
The Regalia’s roof went up and back, and wind tore at his face. Ignis turned his head away from whoever was sitting next to him in the backseat, because the feeling of suffocation had only got worse and he was sure it was obvious how much he was struggling to catch his breath. At some point he’d broken out into a cold sweat, and with the wind, he wondered abstractly if he wouldn’t freeze to death before they arrived.
‘Hey, Specs.’ Ignis opened his eyes and turned to look at Noct, who’d shuffled a little closer to him. ‘You doing okay? You look kind of…’ He made a vague gesture with his hand.
‘I’m fine, I assure you.’ At this point Ignis wasn’t quite sure why he was lying. Things had definitely got worse. He could feel his heartbeat turn irregular, fluttering for a few seconds before steadying itself. ‘Just worn out, and looking forward to some civilisation. A hot shower will do wonders, I should think.’
‘Yeah.’
Noct didn’t look convinced, but then he trusted Ignis, always had done. Ignis felt a twinge of guilt, but it was hard to concentrate on, given everything else.
A pause, before Noct said: ‘You want an Ebony?’
It was a kind gesture, and it reminded Ignis to avoid dehydration. But strong coffee was about the worst thing he could do to himself now, save throw himself bodily from the moving car. Even if Ebony would get the taste of blood from his mouth.
‘Perhaps not right now,’ he said, and trying at once to keep his expression light and come up with a reasonable excuse was something of a struggle. ‘I was thinking to save our current supply until after we reach Hammerhead; wouldn’t do to drink them all and then realise I couldn’t restock, now, would it?’
‘I don’t even want to think what would happen,’ Noct said, dryly. If he thought the excuse was contrived, he didn’t let it show. Or perhaps he did and Ignis was just not functioning at a high enough level to realise. It really was a good thing he was sitting down, Ignis thought, because he was fairly sure that he’d be face-down on the floor otherwise.
Just a bit further. His heart hiccuped in his chest. The bleeding hadn’t stopped and now his hip and upper thigh were wet, though he only knew that because he looked. He couldn’t feel the blood on himself, any more, or the wind.
This would be a terrible way to die, he thought, two seconds before the Regalia slowed and stopped.
‘Hey, what’s – oh.’ Noct stood up, leaning over the top of Prompto’s head.
‘Yeah. Oh,’ Gladio said, as he got out of the car and inspected the rockfall that was blocking the road. Ignis stared at it dully from inside the Regalia. Of course. Rockfall. Of course.
Prompto switched off the Regalia and clambered out after Gladio, and Noct followed. There were only three large rocks – one about a metre diameter, the others two metres – and some amount of small bits of rubble.
‘Turn around and head back?’ Prompto said, sounding dubious of his own suggestion.
‘Hold on.’ Gladio put his shoulder against the largest rock and gave it a push. Ignis closed his eyes. ‘I reckon we might be able to roll this one, and we can probably just shove the small one out the way, and that’ll give us enough room to drive through.’
‘Maybe.’ Noct didn’t sound very enthusiastic, but then, he didn’t sound outright unenthusiastic either.
‘If I rock it and one of you wedge something in the gap beneath it, then we all give it a push… hey, Iggy, get your ass over here!’
‘I don’t think,’ Ignis began, but was cut off.
‘Come on, no one’s going to be hurt by rocks, for fuck’s sake,’ Gladio said. ‘If we have to turn back we’ll be days without your precious potions.’
He was probably right. It was still a terrible idea to even move, let alone get out of the Regalia and attempt to walk.
Noct appeared back by the Regalia, on the other side of Ignis’ door, and Ignis didn’t think he warped but he couldn’t quite say how he got there otherwise, because he hadn’t seen him move. ‘Ignis,’ Noct said, very quietly, and very far away. ‘Are you okay?’
Ignis realised he was clenching his side, just below the wound. He let go, reached out, found the door handle, and pushed the door open. He could probably go and have a look at the rocks, at least. Probably. Swinging his legs over and out, he braced himself on the door as he stood.
Agony, but that was fine. He might be able to do this after all. Ignis took a step forwards, turned to close the door, and collapsed onto the dusty road.
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(Anonymous) 2017-03-13 04:47 pm (UTC)(link)It's getting even better and better *_*
The fight scene was written so perfectly! I just love Ignis here and the way Gladio and Noct both kinda notice there is something off but don't quite follow up on their suspicions is done so well, especially since they don't do it out of sheer ignorance but because they trust Iggy to not lie to them. So lovely! And the build-up is great as well.
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(Anonymous) 2017-03-19 06:51 pm (UTC)(link)Re: FILL: Ignis, Hiding an injury [2/?]
(Anonymous) 2017-03-14 09:41 am (UTC)(link)Thanks so much for sharing - I am really looking forward to the next part.
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(Anonymous) 2017-03-19 06:52 pm (UTC)(link)FILL: Ignis, Hiding an injury [3/?]
(Anonymous) 2017-03-19 07:35 pm (UTC)(link)His eyesight was worse than his hearing; he could see Noct’s face, just about, but other than that there was only an odd no-input blackness. It should be worrying, Ignis knew, but he found himself pleasantly calm about it all. Even the pain had faded.
Then it all came back, each absent sense, pain and fear, poured into him like wine into a glass. Noct’s face was far too close to his own, and he pushed him back, but as Noct shuffled out of the way his knee caught Ignis’ side, right on top of the wound.
Ignis wouldn’t say he screamed, per se, but Noct jerked back then warped right out of the Regalia at the sound, and the split second of his face that Ignis saw was utterly stricken. Ignis’ shut his eyes and muffled himself with his wrist pressed hard across his mouth.
‘What did you do?’ Prompto, still by his feet, had a hysterical edge in his voice Ignis had only ever heard in battle before.
‘I don’t know!’ Noct said, and even above everything the distress in his voice made Ignis want to tell him it was fine, put a hand on his shoulder and draw him out of his horror with calm reassurance. ‘He just fainted, when he came to he started twisting and then that–’
‘Iggy!’ The door by his head opened and Gladio’s voice was really far too loud. ‘Where’re you hurt?’
It wasn’t so much a question as a command. Ignis forced his hand away from his face. ‘My side,’ he said, gritting the words out. He needed more air; he felt like he was suffocating. ‘From yesterday.’
Working gently but quickly Gladio started to unbutton Ignis’ shirt, and Ignis wanted to bat him away but knew it wouldn’t be worth it. The air was cold on his stomach and sides, and his shirt had to be peeled off of his skin.
Gladio swore, extensively.
‘Why didn’t you tell us?’ Noct said. His voice shook. ‘The potion – why give it to me when you’re–’
‘It wasn’t bad until this morning,’ Ignis said, and panted for breath, winded by just a few words. His heart stuttered, skipping a beat, and fear gripped him. What if it just stopped and never started again?
‘Come on.’ Gladio turned and left. ‘Let’s move the rocks and get to Hammerhead. He’s not gonna get better with us standing round staring.’
Prompto ran after him almost immediately. Noctis lingered, until Ignis managed to open his eyes and smile. ‘I’ll be fine, Highness,’ he said. He could feel blood sliding down his throat. His head was pounding, heart trembling within his ribs. ‘But the sooner we get to Hammerhead–’ He couldn’t finish, too winded, forced to stop just to breathe. He shut his eyes and when he opened them again Noct was gone.
If he concentrated, he could hear them moving the rocks – mostly Gladio giving orders and shouting from the effort. He hoped they didn’t hurt themselves. Distantly, he hoped they would be able to move them fast enough, and they wouldn’t return to the Regalia only to find him already dead, or alive but only to die on the road as they turned around to find another source of curatives.
He didn’t want to die, now, not like this. Didn’t want to leave Noct when Noct still had so far to go.
The sound of his heart in his ears really was too much. He was light-headed, still, and probably not thinking very clearly. He was terrified. His heart skipped a beat, stumbling; he willed it to keep going. Just a bit more. Not much further now.
How long were they going to take? It felt like it had been hours already. Ignis swallowed and choked on his own saliva, coughing and unable to stop despite the agony of it. He could hear them: Gladio telling Prompto to back off, he was just in the way; go clear some of the rubble. The sound of rock grinding against rock. A bang and a crash.
The opening of the Regalia’s doors, the dip as Gladio got into the driver’s seat. ‘Prompto,’ he said, as he started up the engine. ‘Call Cindy and tell her to have a potion and antidote waiting for us when we arrive.’
‘Y-yes.’ Prompto got shotgun, which left–
‘Should I sit with Prompto?’
‘Sit by Iggy’s feet. He might need someone to steady him,’ Gladio said. ‘And hurry the fuck up, already!’
‘Noct,’ Ignis said, as loud as he could. He reached up and fumbled with the door handle by his head, managing to unlock it but too weak and at the wrong angle to push it open. ‘Here.’
It hurt, Noct sliding him up so that he could sit down, back to the door and Ignis between his legs, head pillowed on one thigh. But Noct was warm against his back, and he held Ignis’ hands in his own, tucked up under Ignis’ chin.
Gladio didn’t often drive. He had his licence, of course, but as much as he mocked Prompto’s driving, he wasn’t all that good at it himself. The Regalia bounced as it went over a pothole, breaking through a corner at entirely the wrong time, and Ignis was glad he had Noct with him if only to stop him sliding off the seats entirely. He had to be gripping Noct’s hands hard enough to hurt, but Noct didn’t pull away, just held him tighter. He didn’t want to die on Noct’s lap, if he had to somewhere, but he didn’t have the wherewithal to push him away now.
Ignis didn’t think Noct would allow it either way.
‘Gladio? … Gladio.’ Noct shifted behind Ignis.
‘What?’
‘He’s bleeding. From his mouth and nose.’
The sound of Prompto turning in his seat, and a touch on Ignis’ thigh. ‘C’mon, Iggy,’ he said, voice cracking. ‘You can’t die on us now. That’ll make me the cook, and you know how much I hate cooking. Noct will never eat anything healthy again.’
‘Sit back down,’ Gladio snapped. ‘And Noct, tilt his head so the blood comes out, or it’ll go straight down his throat.’
He could protest and say that that’s what he’d been doing all day, but he doubted it’d be worth it, so he let Noct shuffle him so that he was lying on his side, head tilted down into the car seat. It was a good thing Gladio had put down the rain cover, he thought, as blood bubbled out of his nose. His chest felt tight, enough to be painful, and painful enough to be noticeable over the pain of his wound.
They drove for a little while longer before Ignis realised that it wasn’t that his eyes were closed, he just couldn’t see much any more. His breathing had turned shallow and rapid. Noct was shifting him, lifting his head a little to prop on his leg instead of the car seat. He’d taken off Ignis’ spectacles at some point, and periodically wiped at his face with a damp cloth.
Ignis wished he could sit up. This was – well, he’d never disliked lying in Noct’s lap, but he was fairly confident he was dying. Noct knew he was dying, and had gathered him up on his lap to try and ease his last painful hour or so. No, it wasn’t that he didn’t like being on Noct’s lap, he just wished he wasn’t dying there.
It also hurt. He hadn’t been under any illusions about how he was likely to die, or at least how easily, but…
Frustrated tears prickled in his eyes. He thought Noct might be saying something, but beyond the hum of the Regalia’s engine and the pounding of blood in his ears, he couldn’t hear anything. Only last night he’d been so confident. If he’d told them all about his wound in the first place, would he be here, curled in Noct’s lap, slowly bleeding out, organs failing? They wouldn’t have stopped for the ashenhorns if they’d known he’d been poisoned. Would that have made all the difference, or none at all? How much were they going to blame themselves, afterwards, Ignis wondered. Both Noct and Gladio had seen something wrong enough to try and raise the point with him, and Prompto surely would have noticed too, even if he hadn’t said anything.
And all he’d been trying to do was avoid making Noct feel any more guilty than he already did.
The Regalia bumped and swerved, and Ignis tried to muffle his cry of pain but didn't succeed.
Struck down by an unknown enemy in an easy fight. Die the next day in his prince’s arms, because of his inability to keep track of their antidotes stock. How shameful. At least he would not have to suffer through the awkward conversations concerning his untimely demise. Ignis was not an egotistical man, but he rather hoped the three of them would put their heads together and decide on a story a touch less embarrassing than the truth, when it came to informing everyone else about this.
At least it will be a lesson in being prepared, Ignis thought, aware that he was not entirely coherent but unable to either do anything about it or even care all that much. Will Noct ever be caught without a full complement of curatives, after this?
Will Gladio and Prompto be enough to support him, until the very end?
‘I’m sorry.’ Ignis didn’t realise he’d said it aloud until Noct was pulling him in tighter. ‘I should have been more careful. I’m sorry.’
It sounded odd, his own voice, barely more than a ragged whisper. He wasn’t sure he wanted to know what Noct was saying back, but that was all right, because he couldn’t hear him anyway.
I wanted to stay with you, Ignis meant to say but couldn’t quite manage it. I wanted to help you, not be another burden on your shoulders. Noct, I’m sorry, I’m so sorry.
He gripped Noct’s hands, as if he could cling on to him that way. Everything was draining away again, and this time, only a few moments after he felt his hands become limp and lose their grip on Noct’s, he lost consciousness.
Re: FILL: Ignis, Hiding an injury [3/?]
(Anonymous) 2017-03-19 08:02 pm (UTC)(link)TT____TT
It's all so beautifully painful to read. Iggy's slow realisation that he might/could/will die is so well done and I love the interactions again - especially with Noct and the way Gladio goes into pragmatism-mode. I love this all so much!
Re: FILL: Ignis, Hiding an injury [3/?]
(Anonymous) 2017-03-26 03:45 pm (UTC)(link)FILL: Ignis, Hiding an injury [4/5]
(Anonymous) 2017-03-26 03:53 pm (UTC)(link)It was not a pleasant experience, but Noct was calling his name, and it would be gauche for his last actions to be refusing an order. So he cracked open his eyes just in time to realise something was being pressed into his hand. Fingers closed around his, squeezed, and the potion cracked and washed over him.
Ignis sat up, leant out of the car, and threw up the blood he’d spent all day swallowing. Prompto shrieked.
‘Specs. Here.’ Something else. Ah. An antidote. Ignis managed to break this one by himself, but his arm was trembling as it held him up, and his head was spinning. Still, he was alive, and going to stay that way for the foreseeable future. Which was… he was too tired and sore for it to make much impact, to be honest. Ignis sat back, half against the carseat and half curled up against Noct. He shouldn’t, not in public, but he couldn’t find the energy to even want to move away. Where were his spectacles?
‘Why isn’t he better? Should he have another one?’ Noct’s arms snaked around his waist, not minding the blood-soaked fabric.
‘Pretty sure he just needs a good rest,’ Gladio said, though he didn’t sound entirely confident. His voice was uncharacteristically thin. ‘Give him time grow some new blood, or whatever the hell you do. You stay there while I sort out a caravan.’
Noct and Prompto were both unusually subdued, Ignis thought drowsily, as Prompto got into the driver’s seat and drove to a better parking spot. He’d have assumed they’d be happier.
Gladio returned and with an arm around Noct’s shoulder, Ignis managed to stumble his way into the caravan bathroom. There was barely enough room for him alone – with Noct, tugging off his clothes and dropping them to the floor, it was a very tight squeeze. The dripping bandage went straight in the bin. Then Noct started to remove his own clothes, and Ignis caught his hand, stopping him.
‘Highness, I’ll be quite alright in the shower.’
‘Bullshit,’ Noct said. He shook off Ignis’ hand effortlessly and carried on undressing.
His voice had been hard and uncompromising in a way it rarely ever was. Ignis faltered, and stood there as Noct fished out a plastic stool from under the sink to put in the shower, motioning Ignis to sit down on it.
Wordlessly, Ignis sat, and let Noct squeeze in past him, back flush with the wall, pulling shut the shower door after him. Ignis’ back pressed tight against Noct’s bloodied thighs and hips, and he had to fold his legs down awkwardly so to not knock them against the door.
Noct’s held the shower-head in one hand, hanging by his side, but he didn’t turn the water on. ‘I thought–’ he said, still in that same harsh voice. ‘I really thought I was going to lose you. Ignis, what the hell?’
It was hard to keep his head upright and not rest it on Noct, but Ignis managed it. The blood on his own skin was drying, itchy and flaking, distracting. ‘I thought it a small thing, and I didn’t want to worry you,’ he said, eyes on the off-white sink in front of him, distorted by the plastic shower door.
‘If it was that small why’d you think we’d worry?’
Ignis hesitated. ‘I wanted you to have the potion. By the time I knew it was more serious, and that you would worry, it was too late. I thought the best thing would be to sit back and wait, since we were going straight to get more curatives whether I said anything or not. After that, I admit, I was not thinking very clearly.’
‘Right. And you didn’t want me to feel guilty for taking the potion.’
‘Yes.’
‘Specs, do you know how close you were to dying? You stopped breathing. Twice.’
‘I was aware of how close it was, yes.’
The caravan was cold, and sitting naked, his skin still damp with sweat and blood, Ignis started to shiver. ‘We might have avoided the fight with the ashenhorns,’ he said. ‘But apart from that, it wasn’t as if knowing would have got us here any faster.’
‘You could have died in that fight. One of us could have been relying on you to back us up and died when you couldn’t.’
‘I feel like that’s a bit of an exaggeration–’
‘Like fuck it is!’ Noct slammed his fist against the back wall of the shower. He was shouting. ‘What’d you have said if I’d done it? You’re meant to be the sensible one! I had to hold you for the last two hours, hemorrhaging everywhere, checking every thirty seconds to see if you were dead or not – I had to breathe for you when you stopped – I thought we were gonna arrive and Gladio would have to pry your corpse from me–’
It would be facetious to remind Noct that between the two of them, surely he, as the one dying, had the more traumatic experience. More importantly, it would have been unkind. And he was too tired to fight. ‘I acted foolishly,’ he said. ‘I’m sorry, Noct. I should have done better.’
Noct turned on the shower, the water shooting out around their feet. It was cold, and Ignis startled, rocking back into Noct’s stomach.
‘That’s not the point,’ Noct said, but he seemed to have run out of steam. Waiting until the water warmed, he held the shower-head over Ignis’ shoulder, letting the spray wash over his chest and sides. There was a cloth and soap; Ignis began scrubbing himself. He wondered how bad the wound had been, by the end – he suspected, given how tender the spot was, even after the potion, very bad.
Fingers appeared in his hair, the water running off Ignis’ head, down his face, blinding him with shampoo. Shampoo got into his mouth, Noct wasn’t doing it on purpose, and his hand was gently. Ignis let his head loll, rocked from side to side as fingers scrubbed over his scalp.
‘–Ignis? Ignis.’
Ignis sat up, realising that at some point he’d slumped over. He wiped the soap from around his mouth. ‘I’m sorry, I dozed off for a second.’
Noct turned off the shower. ‘We’re done,’ he said. ‘Up.’
Standing, Ignis opened the shower door, grasping at a towel, and felt his legs give way beneath him. Noct caught him; their bodies, wet, hot, pressed back to chest, their legs tangling up together.
He was too exhausted to be embarrassed, bone-tired, head listing to one side as Noct hauled him back onto his feet. ‘Ah,’ Ignis said. ‘Thank you.’
Noct made him sit down on the stool, drying him off even as he stood there himself, dripping all over the bathroom. Then, after Noct finished toweling off his hair and started on himself, Ignis closed his stinging eyes and leant against the sink. He wondered whether Noct was going to carry on with his lecture afterwards, and whether he was going to get another lecture from Gladio – very likely – and Prompto – unlikely.
He just wanted to lie down and sleep. Drink something first, because the dehydration headache was really starting to set in in earnest, and then sleep. Wrapped in a towel, he let Noct lead him out of the bathroom, shuffling his bare feet on the grimy floor. The caravan was empty, quiet; Gladio and Prompto were outside, still. Noct shut the door and pulled down the blinds before, hands rough and not entirely steady, he dressed Ignis in his pyjamas. Ignis stood still and let him, obedient.
Finished, Noct turned and pulled on his own pyjamas. Ignis got himself a glass of water, rinsing his mouth out at the same time, as much from the shampoo as blood. Brushing his teeth would be ideal, but Noct was behind him again, arms around his waist, lips pressed to the nape of his neck, and Ignis sighed as he leant his head back, holding on to Noct’s arms as if there were any danger of him letting go.
It would be nice to sleep, but if this was what Noct wanted, well, then Ignis wanted it too.
‘I almost lost you,’ Noct said, between kissed peppered across the back and side of Ignis’ neck. His hands slid under Ignis’ shirt, popping open a couple of the buttons he’d just done up. ‘I thought you were going to die and there wasn’t anything I could do to stop it.’
‘I won’t leave you,’ Ignis said, turning around in Noct’s arms, holding him as tight as he could. ‘I promise.’
‘How do I know that?’
There wasn’t an answer to that. None of them could guarantee anything except well-meaning. Ignis’ legs were starting to feel unsteady; he closed his eyes, light-headed, very aware of the pressure of Noct’s arm against where the wound had been. It wasn’t painful so much as distinctly uncomfortable, so Ignis didn’t try to move his grip. Tugging Noct with him he sat down on one of the beds, and not letting go, Noct straddled his lap. They kissed – Noct pressing urgency, Ignis trying to keep up, short messy kisses, out of sync as he opened his mouth to accept Noct in, shared breath hot and humid on his skin. Noct rocked his hips; he was half-hard, Ignis realised, and getting harder as he ground against Ignis’ lap.
Ignis leant his head to one side, breaking the kiss. ‘Lock the door,’ he said, as Noct pressed his lips to Ignis’ jawline and the soft skin behind his ear. ‘Lube?’
After a few seconds, when it became apparent that Noct was not intended to move despite his groan of agreement, Ignis pushed him from his lap. With Noct fumbling with the caravan door, Ignis turned to lie properly on the bed, and lifted his hips to kick off his trousers. He left his top on. His skin was prickling with a cold sweat, and he was short-breathed in a way that had nothing to do with the kissing. He wasn’t hard, either, but never mind that.
Noct returned, face flushed, damp hair sticking up at all angles. He hesitated, until Ignis gripped him by the wrist, and pulled him down onto the bed.
Re: FILL: Ignis, Hiding an injury [4/5]
(Anonymous) 2017-03-28 12:27 pm (UTC)(link)I love this so much. Noct's desperation at almost losing Ignis is wonderful and the way Ignis is still kind of detached from the situation is very fitting. I'm starting to repeat myself but I think they way you write them all is absolutely perfect!
FILL: Ignis, Hiding an injury [5/5]
(Anonymous) 2017-04-03 06:57 pm (UTC)(link)It was probably because he had only about two thirds the amount of blood he ought to that meant he was not just as hard as Noct was. In fact he felt decidedly queasy, and pulled Noct’s hands away from his cock when Noct tried to reach for it, tugging Noct up to lie on top of him, a solid, hot and already slightly sticky weight.
‘I want you to fuck me,’ he said in Noct’s ear, letting the pitch of his voice drop. He ran his hands down Noct’s back to rest on his thighs, just below the curve of his arse, and squeezed.
Noct responded by rocking his hips forward, groaning out a breath into the base of Ignis’ neck. ‘Yeah,’ he said, teeth scraping the delicate skin there and making Ignis shiver. ‘Good.’
Sitting up, Noct squeezed out some lube onto his fingers and stroked himself, quick and perfunctory, not bothering with a condom. Ignis preferred them, if only because they made for easier cleanup. Now there was no space, no way out from under Noct’s right hand on his shoulder, pinning him down, and left hand on his arse, pulling him up so Noct could nudge his knees under Ignis’ hips, shuffling into position. This would be the time for Ignis to stop him with a firm hand, remind him of the existence of foreplay, wear away at Noct’s heady impatience to get him slower, more gentle, sweat-slicked and pliant. There wasn’t space for that, either. Noct’s face still held a vulnerability that Ignis could not refuse.
Perhaps surprisingly, given his attitude in almost every other aspect, Noct was a selfish lover. Unsurprisingly, Ignis found himself catering to it utterly.
Ignis lifted his legs, hooking one over Noct’s shoulder and wrapping the other around his waist. Normally he would rest his hands above his head, stretch out and expose himself fully before Noct’s eyes, resist all temptation to touch his own aching cock. This time there was no temptation, and perhaps Noct would appreciate a grounding touch more than just the sight of him. Ignis gripped Noct’s thighs, fingers curling behind his knees, tightening his hold and arching his back when Noct pushed into him, not trying to contain his groan. It hurt, a sharp, stinging pain – Noct was being too rough, forcing forwards in a way that couldn’t be comfortable for himself either, but Ignis canted his hips and the new angle made it a little easier. He didn’t let the discomfort show on his face.
The air was cold, prickling against the sweat on his skin. Noct burnt hot, leaning forward to run his hands along Ignis’ body, as if trying to touch as much skin as possible. He leant even further, bending Ignis nearly in half so he could reach down and kiss him. In this position there wasn’t much leeway for Ignis to move with him, only to grip on with his legs and loop his arms around his neck, pulling him closer still. Noct’s thrusts were short, deep, and he panted open-mouthed against Ignis’ neck. The pain had moved on to something else – not quite pleasure, but fullness, sticky closeness. A swell of emotion in his chest, satisfied yearning; his heart pounded with love, hard enough to ache.
‘I’m here,’ Ignis said, fingers twisting into the hair at the base of Noct’s skull, digging in gently with his blunt fingernails. ‘I’ve got you.’ The sexual small-talk threw him, like it always did, but Noct nodded and moaned and kissed Ignis’ collarbone, up his neck and jawline, biting his earlobe then sucking on it.
‘Noct.’ Ignis let his voice deepen, breathing out the word on a groan, rocked with the force of Noct’s thrusts. ‘Noct.’ He could almost ignore the rest of the world when he was like this, here with Noct pressed so close as to be inside of him. It almost possible to believe nothing else mattered beyond the tiny caravan bed, and Noct’s arms.
It wasn’t true. He couldn’t shut off that part of his brain, and especially not when he didn’t have arousal clouding it out. But it was close enough.
Ignis ran his hands down Noct’s back, pulling him closer in time with the thrusts, as if he needed the encouragement. The bed creaked beneath them, and Ignis let his head fall back, exposing the length of his neck to Noct’s lips and gentle teeth.
‘Yes, good,’ he said, breathless, and Noct reached up to kiss the side of his mouth.
Noct liked to hear him speak during sex, but it wasn’t something that came naturally to him. He always ended up either distracted by the inanity of the things that didn’t require thought, or distracted by thinking about things that did. There was a compromise to be had, somewhere, but he had yet to find it. A sudden urge to apologise rose, but Ignis pushed it away. Noct wouldn’t like to hear that now. He probably wouldn’t like to hear it at all. It would still be worth apologising to Gladio, who must have lost a great deal of respect for Ignis over this whole debacle. And he could apologise to Prompto for worrying him, which might be enough to snap him out of the guilt he would surely be feeling about not having said or done anything.
Noct would be more difficult. Noct was shifting, dropping his shoulder, and Ignis slid his leg off to curl around Noct’s waist. He pushed his hips back and rocked with the thrusts, which had slowed a little, scraping a new angle that made the muscles in Ignis’ back clench without him meaning them to. A twinge in his belly and he made a noise, somewhere between a gasp and a little cry, biting it back a second too late.
Noct replied with a laugh that turned into a breathy groan, repeating the motion. The third time he was sloppier, fingers tightening their grip on Ignis’ shoulders. The fourth time he came, muffling himself against Ignis’ neck, hips jerking without rhythm.
They remained like that for a moment longer before Noct pulled out, slumping to lie half on top of Ignis, half beside him, nuzzling at his jawline and pressing soft little kisses to it. Ignis gathered him in his arms and tugged him up to kiss him on the lips, chaste at first, then opening his mouth to deepen the kiss, long and lazy. He stroked the line of Noct’s back, like stroking an overlarge housecat.
With any luck Noct would fall asleep here, and, if not have forgiven Ignis by the time he woke, then at least have the harsh edges of his anger and guilt softened into something more manageable. Ignis shifted a little; he was sore, certainly more so than earlier, but nothing he couldn’t deal with. The kiss slowed. Ignis let his hands follow suit, guiding Noct’s head to pillow on his chest.
It’d be about twenty minutes before Noct was sleeping deeply enough for Ignis to safely wriggle out of the bed and maneuver Noct under the covers. Wipe himself down, get dressed, unlock the door for Gladio and Prompto, and start on his apologies. Twenty minutes was a generous estimate, truthfully, but better safe than sorry. More than twenty minutes would mean Noct would start to get cold. Ignis let his eyes drift across the dark corners of the caravan. He’d break open an Ebony and get started on dinner, either using what they had or send Prompto to the shops. He’d need to stay nearby for when Noct woke.
Ignis wondered when it’d hit him, how close it’d been. If the journey had been another hour – another half hour? If there’d been four rocks on the road rather than three. If something even minor had gone wrong in the fight with the ashenhorns. MTs.
Shame at having been unreliable prickled at the edge of his awareness but didn’t encroach just yet. Guilt over having caused everyone to fear for, even mourn him. Humiliation for being a burden, letting them see him at his absolute weakest. Fear of his own fragile mortality. No doubt it would all emerge soon enough. Ignis sighed and listened to the sound of a car pass on the road outside. If he concentrated he could just about make out Gladio and Prompto talking. He wondered if they’d heard him and Noct, or realised the caravan door was locked. They must have, but he couldn’t manage embarrassment, either.
Noct’s hair was damp. It’d dry into unflattering angles at this rate, squashed flat on the side of his head he had pressed against Ignis’ chest. Ignis tilted Noct’s head more upright and ran his fingers through his hair, combing it into an approximation of what he liked. Under his hand Noct made an indistinct noise, murmuring in his sleep, and Ignis let his eyes fall shut.
He’d cross the necessary bridges when he came to them. For now, for another twenty minutes, all he had to do was hold Noct close.
Re: FILL: Ignis, Hiding an injury [5/5]
(Anonymous) 2017-04-04 09:27 am (UTC)(link)THANK YOU SO MUCH for writing this. It was absolutely amazing and the ending was just perfect. (And as a bonus it's also my favourite smut dynamic for these two in the end here so ... YAY /cough)
I absolutely adored everything about this. Thanks again (so, so much)!
Re: FILL: Ignis, Hiding an injury [5/5]
(Anonymous) 2017-04-05 09:39 am (UTC)(link)Re: FILL: Ignis, Hiding an injury [5/5]
(Anonymous) 2017-04-05 03:40 am (UTC)(link)Seriously, I've been following it since early on (and linked half my friends to it), and it's *so freaking amazing*.
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(Anonymous) 2017-04-05 03:55 am (UTC)(link)Re: FILL: Ignis, Hiding an injury [5/5]
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