#gladyssisiris

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“Would telling him no have changed much? He could have saved you despite your wishes, or let you die, then your brother and his companions would have been both saddened and enraged. Is that future better than the one that you have already accomplished?” He hadn’t aimed to put ideas in her head, merely pointing out the other side of what she’d been told. His job was to keep things in balance. Her balance had been tampered with, and he intended on putting it back.

“In any case, could you have lived with what you would have become? What if you would have attacked your sibling, or killed him? Before you fall into your pit of self loathing, consider all of your alternatives. Should they not bring you comfort, then I will leave you be as you waste away.”

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“Oh c’mon Iiggy.  Just tell him you like him! What will waiting do?” Iris mused, cocking her head curiously. “I say you go right up to him, open up your shirt a little and kiss!”

“It’ll be suuuuper romantic.”

“It is... much harder than that for him and I.” Ignis jumped to his own defense. “And I would never do anything that up front!” He huffed, crossing his arms over his chest.

“Your definition of romantic seems a bit off.” 

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“You could have been hurt.”

     “Better me than you.” It’s the harsh reality that his body will likely sustain more scars than there are years in his age by the time he goes. but at least those he loves will know the suffering he endured so they don’t have to. It is his only gift he can give, his only recompense for what they’ve provided for him. A place to belong. A purpose. A reason to stay strong. When all else around him crumbled, he found resolve in the faces of his loved ones. Dwindling as they may be.

     “Got ya somethin’ though.” A glittering gem as bright as the chocobo she adored and crystal clear of imperfections. He hadn’t been searching for it, only just noticing it on the ground by his boot as he made to leave his kill.

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     Gladio might be a soldier at heart with enough muscle to lend to three men, but he was smart and he knew his sister well enough to recognize the look on her face. She brought news he wouldn’t want to hear and feared his response. Which could only mean she’d either found a guy she liked or someone he knew had died. Was it wrong to prefer the latter? His gaze falls to the cup in question, brows furrowing subtly. She even brought him a peace-treaty. Was the news really that bad?

     “You weren’t interrupting much.” A gentle gesture with book in hand, he places it pages-down to keep his spot while he relieves her of the tea, shifting to give her a proper place to sit around his bulky frame. Even if the drink was nothing like Ignis’s, she’d made it specifically for him. Not many people took time to prepare things properly anymore and if her time with them, during her own travels, had taught her anything, he knew this would taste better than his usual swill.

     “Thanks. Something wrong?”

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Iris sighed softly as she made her way to her big brothers room. It was about time she told him her plan. Two weeks of waiting was long enough, not to mention he was still wheeling from the loss of Noctis. None of them knew where he was. They had found the crystal sure but it meant nothing without the Prince. But that wasn't why she was here now. Oh man was he gonna be angry but she was prepared for it nonetheless. "Gladdy?" Came her soft voice as she knocked on the elders room. "Can I come in?"

     They’d waited so long by the Crystal’s side, hoping beyond hope that the process would take only days. One month passed, another. The Daemons, despite their aversion to the Crystal’s power, had gathered outside, far outnumbering what strength remained in their exhausted bones. They couldn’t stay anymore.

     A reluctance in each of their hearts, they gathered their camping gear and set out back home. Where there was civilization and blessed light in droves. They didn’t talk much. Not to each other. Seemingly disheartened and drifting further away from each other. He’d taken up refuge in a small shack on the outskirts, just far enough into the settlement to be protected, but far enough away from it the noise didn’t keep him up at night.

     Unfortunately he’s still up when Iris knocks, amber gaze lifting to the door briefly though his thumb marks his place in the book he’s reading.

     “Yeah. Just doing some reading.”

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「 火 Once more he listened, hearing the shuffle of her footfalls as she entered and approached. Although he had yet to fully comprehend the world around him now, as a blind man, there were the subtle things he could up on now… Like the placement of furniture according to the sounds that bounced off of the surfaces (or his shins, as it were), or the proximity between himself and another. The latter was particularly important considering his mild dislike of physical contact not initiated by himself. The transgression was more or less overlooked, however, when he felt the press of that teacup handle within his gloved palm. A quiet answer of gratitude was offered in response before he allowed his hands to lower, one cradling the delicate base of that cup, the other still hooked within the teacup’s handle. “There is no need to make comparison for how yours is made, I am certain it is just fine.” It felt like the most he had spoken to anyone in… Well longer than he wanted to admit, but Ignis internalized his grief. Part off him felt too selfish to share it with anyone. Another large part of him refused to relinquish the roiling upset for fear of losing precious, important memories. “Things are well, how are you?” 承知」