Amicitia Week Day 8: Bonus
Bonus Day!
Summary: Lord and Lady Amicitia may be dead, but it doesn’t mean they’ll stop protecting their children. (Ghost AU anyone?)
The daemons were louder than usual, Iris noted, but thankfully the havens still held up after all these years. It didn’t mean she wouldn’t keep her sword close tonight though.
That’s what she told herself an hour or so ago, but she could still hear the daemonic growls and chortles as if they were right outside of her tent, her knuckles were nearly white from how hard she was gripping her weapon.
After a moment, they started getting quiet, almost like the daemons were moving away, Iris would have checked it out, but the exhaustion from that day’s hunt was already overcoming her decision to see what it was.
A sense of comfort enveloped her, and she could’ve sworn she saw her father, gently coaxing her to sleep, that she would be safe, and he would make sure she was. But that also could have been the exhaustion talking. For now, she slept.
Gladio wasn’t at a haven, but he wasn’t faring any better. Lying awake on some rickety couch, nightmares keeping him awake. Drinking didn’t help, he tried that already, and he not only jolted awake from a nightmare, but he also had a hangover.
It wasn’t one of his brightest ideas. At least this place did have books lying around, and he had a small candle lit, reading to pass the time instead.
He could feel himself dozing off, but he was wary of the nightmares coming again, being reminded that nothing was safe these days anymore.
That was until he woke up that next morning (he only knew that it was ‘morning’ with the pocket watch he had in his side pocket showing the time).
His jacket covered him like a makeshift blanket. It wasn’t until he was leaving Hunter’s base that morning, that a hunter had told him that a woman had been with him that night. Covering him with his jacket, they were going to inquire about who she was, but she had already left.
Gladio was unsure about who it could have been, Iris was out on her own hunt (as nervewracking as that was to him) until the hunter had begun to describe her. He felt a chill run through him, that couldn’t have been his mother.
“Upset? I am livid Clarus!” Dahlia seethed, “Some trash bag looking fool has caused all of this and our children have to suffer through it!”
“The Accursed will be defeated, you know that,” Clarus responded firmly.
“Yes I’m well aware of the prophecy of that rock,” She spoke, a sad look in her eyes, “I just can’t bear seeing them like that.”
“Neither can I. But we will protect them until Noctis returns the light.”
“Yes, we will. And if he doesn’t then I will fight the Accursed myself.”
Her husband didn’t doubt that she could and would do it either. They had accepted their deaths long ago, but they would do all in their power to make sure their children were safe.
