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[warmgaze]

[Altissia. The ring, burning into his finger, burning into his skull, and he knows the price without asking, knows before it's paid. The thing you value most, isn't that always how this works in fairytales?

Ravus. Noctis. Ardyn, and that little revelation barely enters his mind at the time, the familiar glowing signature of a warp in an unfamiliar color. The prophecy, the visions that hang in his mind, a last wish from a woman who spent her life to ensure it, Lunafreya's final message to ensure that Noctis would survive.

The last clear words he can remember clearly, You've a calling to fulfill, and then Prompto and Gladio's voices, concerned, in a blur...

And then nothing. Just the feeling of a ring's power, setting him alight from fingertips to crown -

It's still in him, that power. The ring of the Lucii binds to its wearers for life, knotting strands of light into their souls, be they kings or anyone else.

(He had expected to die. Living is harder.)

And in the depths of his unconsciousness, in the place where he knows the things that he hasn't had time to consider, Noctis and Ardyn and prophecy and all of that terrible weight -

From there, from the connection of the fire in his soul that will never go out, that can only be smothered and locked away in the dark, a voice says, what would you give to change fate?

And, of course, he answers, Anything.

----

In another world, Ignis Scientia wakes in Altissia, his face scarred, his vision burned away, and continues on.

In this one, Prompto Argentum enters the room just in time to see a flare of purple flame lick along his friend's body and leave nothing behind, not even a char mark on the wrinkled sheets.

And Ignis?

Ignis wakes, with a groan and a hand pressed to his face, in the back of a cart that trundles to a stop to pick up another passenger, a young healer with cheeks not yet sunken by pain and eyes not yet yellowed by plague. He wakes bereft, on some fundamental level, of the touch of magic that bound him to Noctis, the hum of energy that bound retainer to prince...

He wakes with the imprint of a ring on his finger, the memory of agreeing, and not the damnedest idea where he is.]

Comments

[warmgaze]

I'll surely perish.

[And oh, Ignis had been perfectly happy to be led, for once, even as some corner of his mind kept taking careful notes For the next time that would certainly happen. At least, as long as he could manage that much focus.

He could definitely respect the appeal of letting go, as well. For now, he curls up closer to Ardyn, amused smirk planted somewhere near where he left a mark of his own.]

I'm going to have to learn another language to fully express my appreciation without repeating myself.

[burninglight]

Mm...flatterer. [The words came out in almost a purr, slender scarred arms coming around Ignis' neck to stroke calloused fingers through his hair.] You're liable to give me a terribly inflated ego.

[warmgaze]

You needn't worry about that. After all, I do do my best to remind you how perfectly imperfect you are in other areas of your life.

[He turns his head to press a kiss to the inside of Ardyn's wrist, at the pulse point, before settling down into the petting.]

[burninglight]

...perhaps someone has to, don't they?

[warmgaze]

Hardly the most terribly thankless job I've ever done, if it involves more of this.

[burninglight]

Heavens, I'd not dare take the possibility off the table.

[Especially not if it meant he got to pet such nice soft hair after the fact. Definitely a plus.]

So long as you're amicable to the idea, I see no reason we can't make some form of arrangement.

[gods know he and gil aren't exclusive, goodness.]

[warmgaze]

[Yeah no that's quite obvious. Another thing Ignis is surprisingly okay with.

Then again, even if he isn't experienced in romance precisely, it's not exactly his first emotionally intimate relationship. And their little group of four wasn't exactly exclusive in that regard, so in a way, this is a natural extension.]

Incredibly amicable. As long as it won't cause problems for you.

[burninglight]

I fail to see how it would, at least not in any way that impacts the near future. I can't come up with any reason not to for the present time.

[warmgaze]

Then I see no reason not to. I'm in this far, after all, and we've both already discussed how we prefer to act with our whole hearts.

[So, no backing out. Not unless things reach a point that he actually does regret, and... there is very little chance of that, as things stand now.

He did give a great deal for this, true. But not for nothing. And he doesn't want to go back to that lonely, secret-keeping state -

He can't imagine that Ardyn likely does, either.]

[burninglight]

...that sounds nice.

[He pulled Ignis a little closer, holding him like the most priceless thing in the world.]

That...sounds wonderful, in fact.

[warmgaze]

I think so, too.

[He snuggles up closer, pulling an arm around Ardyn and pulling the blankets up higher around them. I assume they got blankets here at some point.]

[burninglight]

[fuck it, armiger]

...m'glad to hear it. [Pressing a light kiss to Ignis' forehead, Ardyn closed his eyes; even had his legs been all that functional now, he was quite comfortably settled exactly where he was.]

[warmgaze]

[Yeah exactly. Camp blankets beneath which we snuggle. Probably without having put clothes back on.

They are both quite sweetly snuggled up, in fact, which makes it perfectly easy to slip away to sleep until morning. poor chocobos have to just snuggle each other

And come that morning, Ignis wakes first, as usual. His muscles are sore in new and interesting ways, but more importantly, he finds that Ardyn is still snuggled against his chest, and the combination makes moving the last thing on his mind.]

[burninglight]

[On a good day, a Lucis Caelum was hard to wake up. On a morning where he was in no rush to get anywhere and quite thororougly exhausted? Good godsdamned luck, he might as well have been in a very comfortable and snuggly coma.]

[warmgaze]

[Indeed so, but sadly for him, Ignis does eventually need to like. Eat breakfast. Pee. That kind of thing.

He slides out of that grip gently once he can't stand it anymore and into some clothes again. By the time Ardyn comes out, there's a kettle of steaming water for coffee over the fire circle and Ignis himself - in only the pants - is messing with his new knives, flipping them in and out of the red-tinted Armiger with a practiced ease.]

[burninglight]

[Ardyn half-shambled out of the tent a while later, in pants and halfheartedly pulling his shirt back on while rubbing at his eyes. Ugh, being awake.]

...mmgh, morning.

[warmgaze]

Good morning.

[Sorry Ardyn, he's still that most dreaded of creatures, a morning person. Once he's coffee'd, anyway.]

[burninglight]

...How are you lucid at this unholy hour.

[ardyn it's like 9]

[warmgaze]

A long history of rising at dawn and a liberal amount of caffeine.

[burninglight]

I’ll take the latter, if you don’t mind.

[warmgaze]

Pot's over the fire, should still be warm.

[He assumes you have the rest of your Coffee Fixings in the Armiger.]

[burninglight]

You're a lifesaver.

[Sure is, as he pulls out a coffee mug, milk, and obscene amounts of sugar.]

[warmgaze]

[Called that. Ignis lets the knives vanish into the Armiger for a final time and shivers a little. Now that he's not expending the effort on practice, the morning's a little chilly.]

I don't suppose you bought my shirt out with you?

[burninglight]

Oh? Why, are you cold?

[Because he can sidle right up next to you and slip an arm around your waist, Ignis.]

[warmgaze]

Perhaps just a little.

[Oh that definitely helps, though. Chances are, Ardyn will find the faintest sheen of sweat under his fingers.]