Ignis scrambled to pull the leash over his head at last, before hastening to Prompto's side. The other man had frozen in place when Ardyn fell, but soon followed Ignis's example, fumbling to unbuckle the collar at his throat at last. It fell. Ignis cast a look between their still-bound hands.
"We gotta get out of here," Prompto said. Ignis watched him helplessly. The leash rested on his palms.
Prompto made for Ignis's discarded jacket on the floor, rummaging through the pockets. "Aha!" he said as his hands emerged with the cell phone Ignis had received for their mission. Then he paused.
"D'you wanna come with us?" he said, and Ignis realized Besithia's slave still knelt at the end of the couch, staring into space, palms on the tops of his knees. The boy had borne silent witness to the entire spectacle.
The boy gave no indication that he'd heard, but Prompto got gingerly to his feet, stepping over Ardyn's outstretched arm. He made a face at the sight, but put one foot flat against the man's torso, tugging Ignis's weapon free with both hands. He wiped it off on Ardyn's breast. Ignis stared down toward the body at his feet.
"Hold still," Prompto said as he approached the boy, brandishing the weapon. No doubt terrified, the boy still betrayed no outward emotion. Ignis barely spotted the clench of slender fingers against a bare thigh as Prompto slid the blade carefully between collar and throat.
The collar fell to the boy's side. Prompto tugged him to his feet, and offered him a pat on the back. "C'mon," he said.
Ignis just stared. How would they possibly escape as they were now, let alone with an additional party in tow? Hadn't this boy been complicit in their abuse? Was Prompto mad?
His friend had caught his look. "I know, but we can't just leave him here," Prompto said. His expression brokered no argument. "You saw what they're like. No one deserves that."
You saw. As though they'd been mere observers.
Swallowing, Ignis reluctantly nodded his agreement. He pulled the telephone from Prompto's outstretched hand. Before he could dial, the body of the man before him moved, startling the device from Ignis's hands. It landed against the pile of leash on the floor.
Ignis found himself on his back before he had time to register the sight of an upright Ardyn throwing him to the ground. He tried to lift himself again, on shaking arms, but Ardyn rested a foot on his chest, pinning him in place.
Spitting with fury, Prompto lunged forward with Ignis's dagger, but Ardyn sidestepped his approach without allowing Ignis the opportunity to stand. He grabbed Prompto's wrist. The dagger fell.
"You are on your best behavior today," Ardyn growled wickedly. Ignis clutched at his leg, trying to shake his balance. "Murdering your father, freeing his slaves – what a model citizen you've become."
"I'm not afraid of you," Prompto said. Ignis could hear the lie.
"No?" Ardyn said. He pressed his foot down. Ignis couldn't restrain his wheeze of pain.
"No!" Prompto said, glancing back and forth between them. His voice wavered. "Get off of him!"
"I seem to recall another offer," Ardyn said mildly. Ignis screamed at the crack of pressure in his chest, dizzy once more with pain.
Prompto was staring frantically at Ignis's face. Ignis tried to mouth to him, Go, run, anything.
The sight of his friend's wide eyes and trembling lip as he looked to Ardyn, to Ignis, then Ardyn once more, filled Ignis's vision.
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FILL: Ignis/Prompto, undercover owner/slave, 22/23
Date: 2018-01-21 07:42 pm (UTC)"We gotta get out of here," Prompto said. Ignis watched him helplessly. The leash rested on his palms.
Prompto made for Ignis's discarded jacket on the floor, rummaging through the pockets. "Aha!" he said as his hands emerged with the cell phone Ignis had received for their mission. Then he paused.
"D'you wanna come with us?" he said, and Ignis realized Besithia's slave still knelt at the end of the couch, staring into space, palms on the tops of his knees. The boy had borne silent witness to the entire spectacle.
The boy gave no indication that he'd heard, but Prompto got gingerly to his feet, stepping over Ardyn's outstretched arm. He made a face at the sight, but put one foot flat against the man's torso, tugging Ignis's weapon free with both hands. He wiped it off on Ardyn's breast. Ignis stared down toward the body at his feet.
"Hold still," Prompto said as he approached the boy, brandishing the weapon. No doubt terrified, the boy still betrayed no outward emotion. Ignis barely spotted the clench of slender fingers against a bare thigh as Prompto slid the blade carefully between collar and throat.
The collar fell to the boy's side. Prompto tugged him to his feet, and offered him a pat on the back. "C'mon," he said.
Ignis just stared. How would they possibly escape as they were now, let alone with an additional party in tow? Hadn't this boy been complicit in their abuse? Was Prompto mad?
His friend had caught his look. "I know, but we can't just leave him here," Prompto said. His expression brokered no argument. "You saw what they're like. No one deserves that."
You saw. As though they'd been mere observers.
Swallowing, Ignis reluctantly nodded his agreement. He pulled the telephone from Prompto's outstretched hand. Before he could dial, the body of the man before him moved, startling the device from Ignis's hands. It landed against the pile of leash on the floor.
Ignis found himself on his back before he had time to register the sight of an upright Ardyn throwing him to the ground. He tried to lift himself again, on shaking arms, but Ardyn rested a foot on his chest, pinning him in place.
Spitting with fury, Prompto lunged forward with Ignis's dagger, but Ardyn sidestepped his approach without allowing Ignis the opportunity to stand. He grabbed Prompto's wrist. The dagger fell.
"You are on your best behavior today," Ardyn growled wickedly. Ignis clutched at his leg, trying to shake his balance. "Murdering your father, freeing his slaves – what a model citizen you've become."
"I'm not afraid of you," Prompto said. Ignis could hear the lie.
"No?" Ardyn said. He pressed his foot down. Ignis couldn't restrain his wheeze of pain.
"No!" Prompto said, glancing back and forth between them. His voice wavered. "Get off of him!"
"I seem to recall another offer," Ardyn said mildly. Ignis screamed at the crack of pressure in his chest, dizzy once more with pain.
Prompto was staring frantically at Ignis's face. Ignis tried to mouth to him, Go, run, anything.
The sight of his friend's wide eyes and trembling lip as he looked to Ardyn, to Ignis, then Ardyn once more, filled Ignis's vision.
"I'll do it," he rasped.