‘ you’re so quiet you’re almost tomorrow. ‘ / gladio @ mister ignis uwu
some survivals are not without cruelty.
devotion and its decisive pain . . . it had cost him his sight. an ultimatum, he supposes, for acknowledging his own recklessness and still opting to put on the ring anyway. even now, he feels the burning. his left hand closes, gladio speaks. he speaks like he has pin - pointed what he’s thinking of, and ignis wouldn’t put it past him that he does. credit where it’s due.
as much as he would rather not speak tonight, his voice is quiet and heavy on the air. ‘‘ i suppose it will take me a while to . . . adjust. ’’ not on purpose, he pushes the tinted glasses up his nose. an act of hiding. ‘‘ . . . gladio. ’’ he remembers the words so well, he might as well be hearing them right now again: 𝐚 𝐬𝐚𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐛𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐞. ignis can only feel the bonfire grow weaker, and in his sigh hides the silent thanks for the fact prompto and noctis had called it a night earlier than usual. maybe due the tension. ‘‘ there is no telling my sight will ever recover, or if this is the only price i will pay. ’’ the thought of secondary effects haunts him like the words all the same.
‘‘ 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚’𝙨 𝙢𝙪𝙘𝙝 𝙞 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙖𝙨𝙠 𝙤𝙛 𝙮𝙤𝙪, should anything happen to me. ’’
the whims of the ring are, at best, unknown. ignis was only the vessel of their worst.
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