you think i can handle things if you end up dead? / hey 😇
stop putting yourself in danger / accepting / @hamletsboy
the skin still feels hot to the touch, like the kings of yore are still burning him from the inside out. if he could see in a mirror if he could see anything , he would be ashamed of the scars. he was supposed to be better than this. he was supposed to keep them alive, fed, and in as best spirits as possible. but how can he when he can barely walk without stumbling into a wall.
when noctis spoke, ignis turned to the direction in which he thought noctis was, and frowned. and to his horror, he can feel his eyes start to sting. the doctors told him that crying was one of the worst things he could do in this situation, even if he should be greatful he could even cry at this point.
' you could handle it. ' he reaches up with a gloved hand, the skin still feeling raw underneath. he was told that he'd be lucky if he ever gained full mobility of his right hand again. ' you can handle so much more than you think you can, you always have. ' and he pushes up his dark sunglasses, his scars visible in the light. ' besides, i don't plan on dying here. '
