So I’ve never posted anything on here before, and I really doubt anyone but my friends will read this, but if you do, be kind. I’m a smol squishy bean lol
The night was quiet, interupted only by the soft sounds of the desert and the occasional, far off sounds of daemons. Normally, Ignis would be asleep by this point, but this was not a normal night. The events of the day were rolling through his mind, and he would have been surprised if his friends weren’t in the same predicament. They had all lost so much today; family, friends, and home. Faces he would never see again haunted his thoughts and drove away any mention of sleep. All he could do was stare up at the ceiling and ponder.
They had all settled down in their small, separate beds. Out of habit, Prompto and Noctis took the bunk beds and Gladio took the couch, leaving Ignis with the ‘bedroom’ at the end of the hall. Rather than the normal chatter and laughter that usually accompied them settling in for the night, there was only shuffling and low voices. Ignis had silently clicked off the light after everyone stilled and crawled into bed himself. That had been what seemed like hours ago.
A sudden noise jolted him back to awareness, a rustling from the far end of the camper. Presuming that it was only Prompto getting up to relieve himself, he paid it no mind. That is, until the footsteps went past the door and he felt the edge of the bed sink down under the weight of another person.
It had been so many years, that it took him a few moments to figure it out. Memories came back of a small, quiet form creeping through his doorways on stormy nights or after difficult days. Of Noctis, his young face thrown into sharp contrast by the lights of the hallway, sneaking into his room on nights when he couldn’t bear to sleep on his own. The prince would crawl into his bed, always trying so carefully not to wake him that Ignis couldn’t bear to speak a word. He would simply wait until Noctis had settled in front of him and wrap his arms around him, offering the only thing he could.
He could feel the bed moving more now, as Noctis worked his way under the covers and rolled to face Ignis. Their breath shared space as he reached out and gently wrapped an arm around Noctis’ shoulders, pulling him gently closer as their legs entwined. The gentle movements of his breathing lulled Ignis, the feel of a hand pressing gently against his chest reassuring him in a way he didn’t even realize he needed. Without realizing, he sighed contently, squeezing Noct just a little tighter, as he felt his eyes close. He could hear Noctis’ own breath settle almost imperceptibly, as he relaxed and began to doze. A sleepy smile curled the edges of Ignis’ mouth as he too, began to drift off, safe in the knowledge that Noctis, at least, was safe.
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