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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.]

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[scourgingstars]

...

That is an astonishing amount of foresight and I don't know whether to be impressed or terrified.

[warmgaze]

I put high value on being as prepared as possible.

[He leans forward and nips at Ardyn's neck - only the tiniest amount of teeth, he's not going to talk about condoms and then immediately break skin like a fool - before shrugging out of his unbuttoned shirt. That also goes into the pink Armiger, because he doesn't need Noctis questioning his rumpled clothes, either.]

Come on, shirt off.

[scourgingstars]

[The shirt came off perhaps easier than it looked, Ardyn covered in vastly more scars than his younger self had been. But he didn't call any attention to them, instead opting to thread a hand through Ignis' hair and pull him into yet another kiss as if the touch-starved immortal simply couldn't draw close enough.]

[warmgaze]

Mmm...

[Poor taste or not, Ignis hums contentedly into the kiss, running his hands down the back of Ardyn's shoulders. He missed this, the intimacy of it only more thrilling because of the contrast with how he probably should be reacting. The lure of the taboo had held no appeal to him until now, because now instead of only a thrill it also means safety, warmth - a place to let go that he desperately needed.]

[scourgingstars]

[Cold as he was, Ardyn responded much as he had when he was still human; arching into the touch with his own hands wandering along Ignis' arms and sides, coming to rest on his hips and squeezing lightly.]

I want you. Desperately. Please.

[warmgaze]

I think I may need you. At the very least I doubt we're going to get into the shower first.

[He shivers lightly and presses closer, chest to chest.]

[scourgingstars]

You doubt correctly, I think.

[Ardyn pushed back against him, guiding Ignis to step back against the nearest wall while pressing a biting kiss to his throat.]

[warmgaze]

[Oh, that's good. That's really good, even as he winds up on his tiptoes against the wall because Ardyn is that much taller now, a delicate position indeed with the train still in motion.]

At this rate I'd be surprised if we managed to get all our clothes off.

[And yet here he is, flushed and tilting his head aside to give Ardyn better access to his neck, glancing swiftly to be sure the door is locked before his glasses inevitably wind up knocked out of place.]

[scourgingstars]

[Ardyn's hands slid back to Ignis' waist to keep him steady and turning his attentons to the juncture of neck and shoulder. Whether the door was locked or not there was a pulse and brief shimmer of magic in the air which Ardyn called no real attention to.]

[warmgaze]

Ah -

[He feels more than sees the shimmer of magic, wrapping around them, and his breath hitches as Ardyn bends down over his neck again. It's soon forgotten under that attention, his toes curling in his shoes.

The most frightening predator is the one you don't even want to escape from.]

Ardyn -

[His breath keeps deserting him before he can get a coherent thought out.]

[scourgingstars]

Mm...

[Ardyn hummed contentedly against Ignis' throat, trailing kisses and bites up to his jawline while wandering hands pinned him back against the wall.]

...tell me what you want.

[warmgaze]

[Damnable gods, doesn't he already know? He should, because Ignis only has the most general, fuzzy idea.

But he still manages to make that fuzzy idea into words, with the urgency of an order that may well be life or death.]

You, condom, now, slow again later. Is your plan this time to drive me as mad as you are?

[scourgingstars]

Perhaps only a little. I did so miss watching that nice composure fall apart.

[They did not, in fact, quite make it to the shower.]

[warmgaze]

[A fact about which Ignis has no complaints, now leaning heavily on Ardyn and nuzzled up to his neck. Just a little this side of boneless, but somehow deeply renewed nonetheless.]

You're as magnificent as ever. I'd hardly think you out of practice.

[scourgingstars]

Some things never change, I suppose.

[Which was half-murmured into the tactician's hair, hands working gentle circles against his back as if to work out tension that was already long gone.]

...how long until the others wonder where you've gone?

[warmgaze]

Mmmm. Less time than I'd like, but probably longer before they actually go looking. We're a bit of a mess at the moment.

[He probably shouldn't tell Ardyn any more than that, but it's hard, when those fingers are working into his back so wonderfully. When he trusts Ardyn with the whole of his body, Starscourge or no.]

[scourgingstars]

...I suppose it really didn't matter after all, did it?

[Because in the end, what exactly had changed between this morning and right now, after the shift in time had settled and memories clicked back into place? The prince's entourage was still a disaster, still walking neatly along the path set for them...and Ardyn was still the thing he'd become.]

[warmgaze]

I don't know, did it?

[Ardyn is the one who has to decide that.]

We're not at the end yet.

[scourgingstars]

I don't see that it did.

[He brought one arm around Ignis' shoulders, stroking gently through his hair with the other hand.]

I'm still like this, which means everything's still liable to fall into place exactly as already planned.

[warmgaze]

[A slow sigh.]

I don't want to be enemies with you.

[scourgingstars]

You don't have a choice.

[warmgaze]

You do.

[scourgingstars]

I have no such thing. I can't stop now, don't you realize that? It's too late, and now there's no other way for this to end. No other way for me to just die and be done with it.

[warmgaze]

Have you even looked?

[scourgingstars]

It's a little late now. With the Oracle dead, night will fall sooner rather than later and from there you'll have no other choice but to let Noctis kill me and sacrifice himself in the process.