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● – || I just learned that Ignis’ last words to Noctis before Noctis dies translated from Japanese were “Somehow , please be safe,” and I am UPSET. If that doesn’t say how much he cares about Noctis I don’t know what does . He loved him so much and I just --
@recipch said:“ thank you, but i’ll be alright. ” have an injured iggy
“And let you get more hurt? I don’t think so. You mortals are too fragile. Stop moving. I need to cauterize the wound...this will hurt.”
Send me a ship and i’ll rate it! @recipch sent: GLADNIS
As if there was any doubt it’s been A+ for OTP since day one. Every verse and every way, OTP. Friends to rivals to partners to lovers and any mix in between. At the end of the day in any of these stages, they’ve always got each other’s backs even if they’ve pissed each other off prior to needing support.
As well as the deep understanding of duty and knowing that at the end of the day, Noctis is their priority. Not each other because not a lot–– if any other person would understand that without getting bitterly jealous of something that isn’t a romantic pursuit but, rather devotion of another level that’s been engrained into the both of them practically since birth.
It’s a complex and deep relationship. It’s not the easiest but, they understand each other. They care for each other deeply and they’re a damn good team. I could go on for ages but then this is going to be a gigantic wall of text that would take a long time for me to finish.
Serving up a starter for @recipch
The Moogle Chocobo Carnival was in full swing. Three nights of fun and whimsy. Of events and music, characters and fun for all ages. Kenny Crow had been employed alongside other favourite creatures of kids and adults alike: Moogles, Chocobos and Cactuars.
The Crow himself had been dancing with various festival goers and handing out coupons for the Crow’s Nest when he spotted him. His self proclaimed mortal enemy. Like a switch had been flipped in his mind, he tossed his coupons and the hunt was on.
Slowly, the group surrounding his enemy dispersed. First the Raven-haired boy with his blond friend, off to watch the chocobo races and long into the night did the great beast of a man slink off on his own, leaving the wretch alone. He followed at a distance, trying to watch his movements carefully. To see how much he saw–-nay. Observed. Then he could begin his attack.
It was for honour. For the protection of the good of Eos. If this man let slip this classified information he’d stolen... It could mean the end for mankind itself!
He came ‘round dancing along through the crowd as was his job and each time he’d refresh the man’s drink he’d ensure there was just a little bit of an incapacitating agent within it. So, over time almost unnoticeable would he start to drop and lose consciousness.
“Uh oh, looks like someone’s been over-indulgin’.” He spoke with a soft, yet dark laugh, wings wrapping around his shoulders. “Let’s get you some rest, friend!”
recipch ( @recipch ) said: "I'm not saying I've been plotting to go after Bahamut-- but I absolutely am. Keep an eye on the boys for me, would you, Sir?"
“ you’re smarter then that. Just like I look after my king, you need to look after the prince. Don’t bother to fight a god, when you can’t even win against daemons on your own. or should I give you one of those --- back in my day talks, about fighting gods.”
@recipch sent: "I purchased this shirt 50% off-- but for you, it could be 100%."
He’d been waiting for Ignis for... Longer than he would have liked. As a man who generally went without the top half of his clothes, it wasn’t exactly hard for him to pick something out. Jeans, tank top. Jeans, button down shirt. As long as it was a dark colour he was set.
When his friend finally made it back to his side, he pushed off of the wall he’d been leaning against and replied a “Hey, Iggy that’s great.” as he began to head down the street.
When his brain processed what he’d actually said, he stopped dead in his tracks.
“You’re messing with me, aren’t you?”
@recipch
“I am perfectly fine--” He muttered, holding his head as he shifted to his feet. He was still getting his bearings. This place was terribly unfamiliar-- and rather ravaged. It appeared as if an intense battle had taken place. He noticed he had injuries-- mostly superficial. The cut on his right leg was the most distracting-- it practically burned in intensity.
Running a hand through his hair, he mulled over the other injuries he had-- all superficial. They’d heal in time.
Now he had to address the stranger before him-- one who had crept out of the shadows like a wraith. There was something fleetingly familiar about him, but nothing Ignis could immediately place. “Perhaps I may require assistance-- I’m--”
His words were cut off by the stark realization that he had no idea who he was. No name. He tried to recall his parents, friends, even foes-- but nothing came to mind. A ring gleamed on the ground nearby, drawing his attention. Walking over to it he picked it up. Something about it sent a spark of regret coursing through him.
The object was placed in his pocket, attention turning back to the stranger.
“I’m afraid you have me at a disadvantage-- I cannot seem to recall who I am, let alone what I’m doing here.
The way the Chancellor’s lips curled back into a smile indicated he was already holding onto this power dynamic. He practically seemed to slide around the advisor, as though he almost hovered across the ground. Every inch of him seemed slick and oozing, and, oh, he was quite enjoying it. Especially when something seemed so carefully calibrated to fall discreetly into his hands.
He stopped in front of Ignis, a hand rested against his chest as he bowed effortlessly at the waist, some measure of concern evident on his features.
“No recollection? Now, that is disheartening to hear.”
Ardyn’s voice trailed off for a second as his eyes narrowed towards Ignis. He did not know who he was? Who he served? Seemed that Ring might have given Ardyn an advantage the gods had not accounted for. Oh, that was truly delicious, wasn’t it?
How ever so ironic.
His hands spread wide in a friendlier appearance, the smile on his face switching to one of an old friend. Ardyn’s tone took on one of concern as he reached forward to lightly touch Ignis’ shoulder.
“How can you not recognize your oldest friend, Ignis? Do you not know who I am?”
@recipch sent: "Sorry I-- I'm looking for my friends." Have a very confused Ignis. "Last I recall there was darkness and now I find myself in an unfamiliar place. Perchance do you know where we are?"
A person! Sora had been wandering around in circles for what seemed like days now. After his Gummiphone had died it became hard to keep track. He slept when he felt tired wherever he could find shelter without prying eyes. Away from anyone who was trying to harm him which... seemed like everyone.
Everyone except this man. For some reason or another he could feel the warmth in his heart of a bond just waiting to blossom. Someone who he could finally call a friend in this strange place.
He mentioned darkness. Even with Xehanort defeated... were things in other worlds not better? One thing was for certain, Sora felt like this man needed help and he wasn’t about to let him wander off on his own now.
“Are you okay?! I... I’m looking for my friends too!” He replied, rushing to the other’s side with reckless abandon. Thinking first was never an option. “I don’t really know where we are. I wish I did...”
