Prompt Post Round Six
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Fill: Post-Game Suicidal Ignis and Recovery
Date: 2018-01-15 10:32 pm (UTC)---------------------
He had been the one to carry out Noctis’s body. Evidence of the required payment, of the blood price.
When they entered the throne room following the the warmth of sunlight on Ignis’s cheeks, he needn’t be able to see to know that his liege was dead. The gasp of Gladio, the light sniffles of Prompto, and the fact Ignis’s world had suddenly become darker than when he lost his eyesight was evidence enough of the True King’s demise.
Lucians gathered at the steps of the Citadel. Ignis held the cold form as if it was the most precious, tattered kingly raiment wafting in the breeze, Prompto and Gladio at his sides, although it was unnecessary for them to guide him. Even after all these years, he knew these steps better than his own home.
-
That evening the trio decided it best to make camp, despite livable spaces of Insomnia and the kingdom already being uncovered. It was too much, all three had decided, and the quiet stillness of the night devoid of daemons seemed to be just what they needed.
There were plans that needed tending to, funerals to arrange, a governing body to compose, infrastructure that needed rebuilding, and so much more.
Yes, the stillness of the night was what they needed.
Ignis had prepared them one of Noctis’s favorites to dine on, memory cake. It tasted bitter to the chef’s own tongue, but he swallowed it down irregardless.
“We can’t...drift away like we did before.” Prompto broke the silence above the crackling fire. Ignis tilted his head in the younger man’s direction, awaiting his next words. There was a protest on the tip of his own tongue, but he opted for a sip of water instead.
Gladio spoke up first. “You’re right...we can’t. Not with the all the work Insomnia needs and...” He let out a wet gasp, clearly holding back tears as Gladio always tried to do. “...missed you guys.” Said so quietly where Ignis isn’t even sure if he truly heard it.
He shifted slightly in his seat, uncrossing his legs slowly. He could feel the gaze of the other men on him as he ran a hand up his own shoulder, clutching it tightly. He knew it was a defensive body gesture, he knew he was closing them both off.
What he didn’t know was that such a suggestion, that they work together as they once had, would be his breaking point.
“I can’t.” He heard in a voice so meek, so unlike the Ignis he came to know as himself.
“W-Why not?” Prompto had moved a seat closer to him, the seat Noctis had occupied just the prior day (or night?).
“Hearing you both...being around you both, it’s a reminder of my failures.” He began, unable to stop himself as the reply trickled down his lips like fresh blood. “Reminder of what I could have done, of the time we all spent together...reminder that he...h-he’s dead...” He choked back then, sightless eyes burning as tears fell. “...that he is gone and never coming back...”
“You think we don’t know that?” Gladio snapped, voice raising as it rarely did since Ignis had gone blind. It was...almost refreshing to not be treated like an invalid by the other man. “You think we don’t all feel that loss?” He could hear shuffling, Prompto whispering ‘Hey, big guy, deep breathes’ before there were heavy footsteps and the sound of Gladio opening and closing the tent.
“I’m sorry, Specs...” Prompto started, sitting down next to him once more. “...it’s...painful. And we all gotta deal with it differently, yeah? I just...I think Noct would have...”
“Please don’t...” He shivered out, brushing a gloved hand against his eyes, trying to force the tears to stop in vain. “...not his name...” Ignis suddenly began shivering. His purpose, his life, everything...all gone as Noctis brought light to this world. A world he had no purpose being in now. “...I can’t bear it...”
More shuffled noises, a hand laid across Ignis’s own before it was squeezed. “You...really loved him, didn’t you?” Prompto started, an ice cold shiver running up Ignis’s spine. He couldn’t deal with this, not now, not after everything.
He stood up abruptly, moving away from the tent and Prompto, but the other followed quickly.
“Not like how Gladio and I loved him...you...” His voice soft in revelation, kind and almost...understanding. “...you were in love with him.”
“I-I can’t...” Ignis choked back, rummaging in the pocket of his kingsglaive uniform, finding a small bottle. One given to every member of the kingsglaive, but never spoken of. Pure, concentrated Malboro poison, to be swallowed in the case of enemy capture and risk of interrogation for a quick and painless death. Ignis would much prefer to face either than what laid ahead of him.
“Oh, Ignis, no!” Prompto grabbed at him, managing to snatch the bottle before he could open it and tossing it somewhere among the still grasses, grabbing at Ignis who tried to reach out for it, pulling him back. “Gods, Ignis, no...I’m sorry, but no...he wouldn’t...wouldn’t want this...”
“I have no life without him, please, just...” Ignis struggled, but exhaustion and sadness overtook him as he fell to his knees, bounding at the Eos beneath him and cursing it for such a cruel fate.
‘What a sight I must be.’ Ignis thought to himself as he wept, a Prompto’s hand running circles in the middle of his back, trying hopelessly to calm him. ‘On my knees not before a king I exist to serve, but weeping and pleading for the embrace of death.’
-
Prompto had prolonged it, but not for long.
The night of Noctis’s funeral, Gladio had found him bathed in his own blood, wrist slit by his own dagger as he lay in a tub of cold water. Death didn’t take him as he felt Gladio lift him from the tub and press something to the wound, crushing a potion on it.
“Not you, too...” Gladio had pleaded, sounding broken and for once in his life, painfully small. “...we can’t lose you, too.”
Ignis had faded, the only thought in his mind mental self-chastising for having not locked the door.
-
It went on for several years. Ignis had kept to his duties in the repair of Insomnia, living day by day, hoping each would be his last. He could hear and feel the sadness, the stillness that followed him as they all knew. Knew that his purpose for living was gone and he was determined to follow it.
As the Citadel’s repair finished, Ignis attempted to jump from one of it’s highest floors, but a passerby had stopped him. Talcott, the young man, who expressed that to Ignis that that path lead to certain death. The poor boy, thinking Ignis’s blindness was the source of his attempt.
Cindy had found him next, then Prompto again, and finally Cor. Each attempt more complex than the last, almost becoming a matter of strategy as Ignis balanced his duties of life and desire for death.
Cor, the interim ruler until the governing body was more established, relieved Ignis of his duties temporarily to seek psychiatric assistance. While deep in the pit of Ignis’s stomach, he felt it was a form of failure and punishment, but also opportunity.
He could find the most discreet place, the quickest method, it would be over so quick-
“You should visit his tomb.” Cor began before Ignis could leave. “I fully know what you intend to do...and while I think it’s selfish and stupid, if you’re so bound determined, at least give him that semblance of respect.”
-
He had never been to the tomb, the thought of doing so too much for him to bear. But he couldn’t argue with Cor’s solid logic. A goodbye to his life, his unspoken...love. It only seemed right.
Ignis removed his gloves, moving his hands across the tomb’s walls as he did so...breathing as quiet as possible in such a sacred place, afraid of disturbing or disrespect.
“You are everything to me...” His voice echoed as he approached the sarcophagus on unsteady feet, beginning to tremble. “...how I miss you so...how I wish I had done more...” He knelt slowly, a hand reaching out to trace the edge of the stone casing, breathing labored and tired as tears began to fall. How he missed the emotional control he once had.
As he rose to his feet, resolved to end it all, then and there next to his king, a light flashed behind his eyes. He could see, for the barest of moments, eyes widened as a bright light filled the room.
There, Noctis floated, looking not a day older than he had when he entered the Crystal, kingly raiment and black ribbons surrounding him as he floated above his own resting place.
“Noct...” Ignis froze, reached a hand out ever so slowly, but ever the impatient, the True King reached out first, a gentle caress of the loyal advisor’s cheek.
“Not yet.” His voice echoed, soft and otherworldly. “You still have much to do...”
“But I-” He labored, still enamored at the sight of Noctis, here, in front of him...a vision to behold that not even the gods themselves could rival.
“Iggy, my friend...please, live for you.” Noctis smiled, a soft and secretive one, a rare treat that few may witness in all it’s glory. “Walk tall...and make your own path.”
And with that, Noctis disappeared along with Ignis’s sight once more, but deep within him he felt a resolve unlike any other. He would live by his king’s command, his final orders.
Re: Fill: Post-Game Suicidal Ignis and Recovery
Date: 2018-01-16 10:48 pm (UTC)