I've been playing a lot of the FFXV Comrades expansion, and need some Ignis love. So #17, please?
A/N: Sure thing,hon! C: And yes, I’ve been playing it when I can. XD; I will use the DLC as anidea of sorts, so expect blind Ignis.
It was the only thing left that you had from him—a button upcrownsguard shirt Ignis wore often. Ever since the sudden news of Noctis’disappearance, you became worried of what had happened to Ignis and the others.You were already fearful after the death of the Oracle, knowing he was there,but what had become of him and the others…you didn’t rightly know after thatfact.
The news kept everything ambiguous and the only person theywould focus on was the King himself, saying he was ‘dead’. At times when suchnewscasts went by on the radio, you grabbed onto the device, shaking it asthough it were a physical person, and just screamed in anguish, begging intears for some invisible force to tell you more about Ignis and the others, butno such ears listened to your request.
The days and nights you went by without so much as a messagefrom the man you loved, your anxiety grew worse and worse. Normally, he sent atext or left a voicemail if you didn’t get to your phone in time. There wererare moments where you could talk on the phone with him before he slept, and now,it was uncomfortable silence.
Embracing yourself and bringing his shirt closer to yourbody, you tried to close your eyes and pretend it was him embracing you. Thesmell of the man you adored very much lingered on the fabric, making tears bluryour vision as you remained in the last standing bastion of light, Lestallum. “Please,please, please,” your quivering words pleaded in the silence of the room youtook as yours. “…Please be okay, Ignis…”
You kept yourself busy trying to maintain the food suppliesno matter how much it hurt your heart to do so. It was advised that everybodylearned to handle a weapon of some sort, so when given the chance, you took totraining like every other survivor who willingly accepted the challenge of maintaininga weapon. However, you did it with the idea of revenge on those who may havedamned this world…who may have taken Ignis from you as well.
You heard enough rumors to know what beast you would makeyour final target if that were to be the case.
However, the strength to continue on with even simple taskswas a challenge with Ignis’ memory still in your mind and weighing on yourheart. Tears and fits of sadness would overwhelm you to the point of falling toyour hands and knees, sobbing uncontrollably. “Why…?” you found yourself askingwhen trying to train with the katana you were given as a starter weapon. “Whydid this have to happen?” Heart thumping a painful rhythm in your chest, you grabbedonto Ignis’ shirt that you wore thinking for a mere moment you were sufferingfrom a heart attack seeing as the miserable stabbing sensation was so intense.
As you thought to lie there on the floor in your own misery,you overheard a sudden commotion arise amongst the workers and townsfolk.
Someone was coming…a group of sorts. Slowly, you rose toyour feet (no matter how much in emotional distress you were in), and took todrying your tears when you listened a bit further to the hurried and rushedvoices that spoke of the news.
It was a flurry of commotion and with the disorienting,emotional pain crippling, you almost didn’t catch onto the fact it could beanyone of importance until Cindy commented about the boys and relieved Igniswas alive and well with the others after the calamity that befell Altissia.
“I-Ignis?” you gasped, a risen choking hold of hope risingwithin you as you hurried in the direction of Lestallum they were said to beentering from. Oh, by the Gods…please,Ignis! Be alive! Please be alright! you pleaded mentally, tears streamingdown your cheeks as you ran to the front of the city where it had been blockedoff to create an entryway and exit that was easy to maintain without the worryof daemons coming in.
The mist of the morning was a bit thick, but as you camecloser to where everyone was saying the boys were, you witnessed Ignis indeedcoming into view through the fog with Prompto and Gladiolus beside him.
“Ignis!” you yelled without restraint, dropping your weaponon the floor without a care on the matter as you outstretched your arms inhopes to hold him before this beautiful dream could possibly turn intosomething as cold as that—a mere hallucination on your part.
His head rose at the sound of your voice, turning a bitawkwardly not all in your direction when you spoke. “(Y/N)?” he called backeagerly, turning on his heels and hurrying to the sound of your voice. When youshouted his name again, Ignis ran right for you with his own hand outstretchedto meet you. “(Y/N)!”
Finally, your face was able to bury against Ignis’ chestonce more. You were able to feel his warmth as he embraced you, experience him breathea heavy sigh of relief as his chest rose and fell from the act with his fingersintertwining within the strands of your hair once more. “Thank the Astralsyou’re alive…!” you sobbed, fingers curling against the fabric of his attirethat was grimy from the days and nights he had gone merely traveling withoutbeing able to stop to wash them. “I thought you were dead…!”
You heard and felt him sigh again—a sigh of regret, perhaps,for putting you through that hell. “I’m sorry, darling…I just…” Ignis stalled,fearing the worse, it seemed.
“Wh-What?” you hiccupped, pulling back with your sadnessturning into a mixture of anger and resentment for his actions. “Why didn’t youcontact me! I was worried sick about you!” In the heat of the moment, youwanted answers. There was no excuse he could properly give you to say why hewas so silent.
His lips thinned and at that moment, you noticed a mark uponthem that wasn’t there before. His fingers moving to his glasses—darker inshade than the last pair he wore—the advisor to the throne removed them beforeslowly opening the one eye that he could to make it obvious that he had beenblinded.
“By the Gods,” you breathed, a shivering inhale apparent onthe air as you tried to reach for his face but your fingers recoiled.“Ignis…what happened!”
He spared the details as he bowed his head in shame. “Ididn’t want you to see me as this, (Y/N). A man blinded and to become a burdento you with his imperfections…”
Your hands moved without restraint that time, urging hisface closer to your own where your lips touched upon the scarred mark acrosshis left eye, causing the wounded eye to flutter open at the act. “You neverwere a burden to me, Ignis, and even now I just…” Again, you struggled to keepyour emotions under control, your body shaking and your knees threatening togive out at him just being there even if battle worn. “You’re a fool to think Iwould care of you looking as this or being as this!” Your fingertips touchedthe outer, ragged design that seared his flesh. “I just want you alive!”
“Well, I am,” Ignis responded and, for a moment, you saw himsmile. His fingertips continued to grace the clothing you wore, his smile goingback to neutral as he recognized what you wore given the pattern against hisfingertips and the feel of the texture against his touch. “Is that… Is that myshirt?”
A blush reddened your cheeks at his words, noticing he couldsee a lot more than he truly let on. “It is,” you answered. “It was one of thethings of you I had, and it was what I wore day in and day out to keep youclose to me.”
Ignis managed to stifle a laugh. “Come now, (Y/N), I am surePrompto sent you many pictures of me, or so I can assume given what he toldme.”
“Well, yes, but this was more tangible for the time being.” Sighingout the remainder of your upset, you fell back into an embrace with him. “Butthis…this is far better.”
