Prompt Post: Final Fantasy 15 #1
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Rules
1. All comments to the meme must be anonymous. Linking to fills on Ao3 is allowed, but links must still be posted on anon.
2. Concrit is welcome as per the author, but character bashing, kink shaming, and hijacking (derailing prompts with contrary comments or asking for additions to the prompt) are not allowed.
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1. Include the name of the Final Fantasy game/media you're prompting for, followed by the characters involved in the subject title.
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Ignis/Noctis Ignis is the new Accursed [FILL 3/3]
Date: 2018-02-21 10:35 am (UTC)He wants that mercy, too.
Soon.
Not soon enough, though. Not before countless more have died, before the world has found itself falling to ruin again. Because he can't control his anger, his rage, his scourge and the daemons born of it. Because he couldn't stand aside and let his king die, and because he couldn't face that fate even when there were decades to take the second chance on it. His cowardice had doomed generations, whether they realized fully or not.
Artis's arrival comes as a surprise only because he arrives unaccompanied. Ignis has lost track of the time between the trek to Noctis's tomb and King Ferus walking to the crystal to accept his own fate. He's not counted the days or weeks or months since he made his way to Angelgard. He's done little other than surrender himself to his thoughts, to his memories, to isolation that he should have committed to long ago.
He thinks about the new king, trapped in the crystal. He thinks about his friends, left without him to forge a way through the darkness. Not the darkness that Ardyn bore on the world out of hatred. The darkness born from Ignis, from his love for Noctis, and what that was twisted into, what he let it become. No, not from his love. From his damnable selfishness. His inability to let go of that emotion, his inability to let go of Noctis. The same inability that had him trailing the new chosen king, offering his twisted sort of assistance along the way. He really isn't any different. The thought bothers him, or maybe it amuses him. Maybe it's a little bit of both.
"I want the truth."
Ignis considers the words for a long time before he speaks. He doesn't know the man standing before him, not really. But he feels like he does. He feels like he's looking at a mirror, one that stretches back a millennium; one that reflects directly on his own mistakes. He smirks and he huffs out a laugh and he shakes his head, all in quick succession. He doesn't rise from his spot, back supported against jagged rock, little cuts and scratches forming and healing from one breath to the next. He only looks at the man for a moment. It's all he can bear.
"And what truth is that?" He humors Artis, though he's fairly well convinced he knows the answer there. A mirror, perhaps, that reflects in both directions. A window.
"I want to know what happened between you and King Noctis. I want to know why you've helped us... and why you aren't fighting. That isn't..." his voice trails and when Ignis glances up again he can see that he's lost himself to thought over the next words. They're difficult ones. A strange sort of pride washes over Ignis when he manages to speak them, "it doesn't make sense. The story doesn't add up."
"Most things don't make sense. You know what happened. What do you suppose I can tell you? What is it that you're so convinced you don't know?" Ignis wants to issue the words as a challenge, but he can't muster up the strength for it. Perhaps he doesn't really want to press the issue at all. Perhaps it would be cathartic to admit that the histories have it all wrong, that Ignis's intention had never been to doom the world or to turn his back on Noctis. But what good does that truth do? Some part of Ignis is aware that, all those lifetimes ago, he would have been horrified by that idea.
"I don't think you betrayed your king. I think something else happened. I need to know what."
"You need to know?" Ignis laughs properly at that idea, but Artis's expression remains firm and fixed. His hands clench at his sides and he takes a step closer.
"I do. Because I think you cared for King Noctis and I think you made a mistake," he pauses, falters, and something in his eyes catches to Ignis, something makes him pause and stare him down and feel, for a brief moment, proper fear, "and I need to know if you did, because I cannot make the same one."
---
"C'mon, Iggy. I thought you'd be happy," Ignis didn't so much as blink when Noctis took a seat beside him, legs dangling similarly over the dock's edge. He continued to stare at the ocean, at the island some meters off-the legendary prison, fallen to nothing-and he tried his best to ignore the strange roil of emotion, "you were trying to figure it out forever. Mystery solved," Noctis rattled on while he leaned his shoulder into Ignis's. The edges of their hands pressed together and Ignis tugged his away, flesh to a hot stove.
"I should have realized it earlier," his voice was low and it was threatening to break. Ridiculous. He was being utterly ridiculous and he knew it all too well. He still couldn't look at Noctis, even if he could feel that gaze on him. Final lingering rays of pleasantly warm sun, all mingled with a perfectly light seabreeze, did little to warm or comfort.
"How? They don't even have those berries in Lucis. There's no way you could've ever guessed," but Noctis's tone had changed. He had become cautious with his words, apparently considering some guard between them. Contrary to that idea, though, his hand shifted to cover Ignis's fully after that first rebuff. He leaned further inward, so that his head rested on Ignis's shoulder, so his hair tickled against his throat and cheek. Ignis was frozen in place like that just for a moment, just for a heartbeat, before he detached himself entirely, put endless space between them with the shift of just a few inches.
"That's not what I meant."
"Think I could get the Ignis-to-human translation here?" Noctis made an attempt at teasing with the words, but Ignis didn't miss the dual undercurrents of confusion and frustration. A well-deserved reaction, even if one that made Ignis feel worse still. He didn't speak immediately. He didn't know how to.
What was he meant to say?
'I'm sorry, Highness. I'm afraid I'm terribly in love with you and it's only occured to me now that the remainder of my life will be dedicated to watching you move on from me.'
Somehow, that didn't strike Ignis as appropriate.
"We'll be off to Altissia soon," the words sound like the subject shifting, but they're just the opposite really. Ignis had to believe Noct knew that. He attempted a glance in his direction and, as if on cue, Noctis was straightening himself up, hardening his face and focusing it to the water below.
"Yeah, assuming Dino actually comes through, which-"
"-and you'll be married to Lady Lunafreya."
"That's the plan," Noctis grunted his response. He was, of course, more aware than any of them that the course of his life was changing. Any last remnants of childhood were being shrugged off with that ceremony. He had kept his complaints quiet, subdued, but Ignis hadn't missed the way he avoided speaking on the matter and he hadn't missed the way Noctis always tensed and quieted when it wasn't possible to change the course of the conversation.
"The recipe," Ignis circled back, and he frowned at the way his chest felt so suddenly tight. He turned to look properly at Noct and he found himself caught there for a moment, breathless and locked eyes and perfectly still. If circumstances could only be shifted by a few degrees, it could be a perfect moment. It could be a happy one, romantic even. As it stood? "It's a reminder, I suppose. Another thing I wanted to give you. And can't."
"Stop it. You're still gonna be right there beside me," Even as Noctis said those words though, Ignis could hear the strain in his voice, the emotion usually kept in check with far greater precision. The fact stung-no-stabbed at Ignis, made him turn his face away once more. They both knew the truth he was trying not to say. So why did he need to press on?
"Our... indiscretions... however, will need to stop."
"So that's how you see it? 'Indiscretions'?" Noct's voice went harsh. He might have stood, but Ignis caught his arm before he had the chance. It was a bad decision, he knew it the moment he reached out, but knowing that he should stop and actually managing to do so were two very different things.
"No," he whispered the admission, the truth, not that it did them any good, "of course not. But should others learn of the nature of our feelings-"
"-I don't remember you ever mentioning the nature of anything, Iggy. I'm pretty sure it's not something to worry about," that bitterness remained thick in Noctis's words. Ignis sighed and, after a glance spared in any direction around them, he drew Noct close, an arm curled to the small of his back and his forehead pressing to Noct's temple.
"I love you, Noct. You know that. And you know that the rest of the world cannot."
"I don't care about the rest of the world."
"That," Ignis sighed, "is precisely the problem."
---
It's not often, Ignis thinks, that one faces down death with such an accepting resolve as he's mustered for this moment. It's not often either, though, that one is forced to wait centuries to find it. So it comes as a relief when King Ferus, the Second Chosen, emerges from his crystal slumber and seeks Ignis out in the remnants of that prison. It comes as a relief, too, when he stands before Ignis bolstered by the spirits of kings he has watched come and go; when that first threatening bite of cold steel aims between his ribs. No, not a threat. A promise. A mercy. One that he does not deserve. One that will save a world he's seen destroyed twice over.
"You weren't who they said you were," the words keep Ignis's eyes focused on his soon-to-be slayer. Perhaps they shouldn't come as any surprise at all. Was his knowledge filled out while he slept in the crystal, absorbing its power, waiting to put it to that final fatal use? More likely, Ignis suspects, Artis recounted their conversation before accompanying him here. The advisor and shield are nowhere to be seen, though Ignis is not foolish enough to think they are far off. It's an idea that makes him smile, right along with those half-expected words.
"I'm a scourge. I've brought death and darkness to everything I touch. To a great many things I haven't touched. I'm exactly what they said I am," Ignis corrects him, if only by way of sidestepping the point. It goes unheeded, but that's no surprise either. The resemblance to Noctis runs deeper than appearance, a fact that aches more than the first cut at his breast.
"You didn't aim to steal the ring or the crystal. You didn't even want the throne."
"Intention has no bearing on outcome. You should see that better than anyone," Ignis shifts closer by an inch or two. The sting at his skin has already passed, wound started and healed so simply. Ferus hasn't gone for the kill yet-that will require the power of those spectral forms behind him, lighting their conversation, casting their silent judgment.
Ignis doesn't dare search their hazy faces.
He doesn't dare search for Noct.
"I'm not standing down. I'm not afraid to die here. I'm not even angry any more."
"That's good," Ignis speaks cautiously. Honesty would say that he wants this to end, that he's ready to feel that final plunge and then, at long last, to feel nothing at all, "A good king requires that courage, to keep moving forward. What you're doing for your people-for everyone-it's a good thing. I encourage you not to falter."
Those words, modified and fitted to a new king, to a new situation, still ring in a voice; they still echo through those final moments, where Ignis stands as their final keeper. He sucks in a deep breath and he holds it, his eyes olding with Ferus's, narrowing and near-begging.
"I offer you my pardon, Ignis Scientia. And I release you from that curse."
Perhaps the words distract him from the pain of what comes next. Or perhaps his body is simply no longer capable of it, so turned by corruption, so far from anything more than resembling humanity. He can feel that warm ichor pouring from the wound when Ferus's blade withdraws, can feel the distant echo of something that is pain when the next strike comes. The sensation of the ghostly weapons to follow builds slow. It's a rolling agony, cold and gripping. It's a weariness that washes from the back of his skull and down to his toes. Each successive blow turns him to ice, to ash, to a remnant, floating in a space that is no longer Angelgard. A place that is nowhere at all. He sees the living-perhaps no longer-king fade, flutter to a thousand pieces and vanish before him.
And in his stead, he sees Noctis. He sees the first Chosen King. Unchosen, unsuccessful by Ignis's own folly. Shining and stepping close, with a face of stone that draws impossibly close to his when he drives that final sword into place; with a whisper, ethereal and breathless as Ignis's vision fades that final time, as Ignis himself fades to nothing at all.
"I'm sorry. I love-"
Silence.
Freedom.
Re: Ignis/Noctis Ignis is the new Accursed [FILL 3/3]
Date: 2018-02-21 11:54 am (UTC)nfjkreqfnekwqf this was perfect. I'm not the OP and honestly I wasn't even into the prompt in the first place, but this is so amazing and you've left me heart-sore, the kind you get when things really connect and mean something, and the meaning hurts.
The difference between Ignis when Noct was alive and they were happy and in love, and Ignis when he had to leave, starting to flounder and realise the depth of his mistake, and Ignis after those thousand years, untethered and in pain and yet still with the remnants of who he was floating about him. How he never really saw Clarus, Artis and Ferus except as replicas of him, Noct and Gladio, how the present doesn't really mean anything to him like the past does, but they still came out from between the lines of Ignis' narrative and became characters in his own right. Artis seeking the truth. Ferus not forgiving Ignis but releasing him from what he recognises as a curse and not Ignis' intentions. Because ultimately Ignis did only do it for love, and it still ruined the entire world.
And, of course, Noct. I couldn't bear the thought of Noct not having forgiven Ignis, but it turns out him forgiving him is unbearable too.
Thank you for writing. Now please excuse me while I go cry and see if I can get these feelings a bit under control.
Re: Ignis/Noctis Ignis is the new Accursed [FILL 3/3]
Date: 2018-02-21 03:36 pm (UTC)Re: Ignis/Noctis Ignis is the new Accursed [FILL 3/3]
Date: 2018-02-21 07:19 pm (UTC)Re: Ignis/Noctis Ignis is the new Accursed [FILL 3/3]
Date: 2018-02-21 09:54 pm (UTC)Re: Ignis/Noctis Ignis is the new Accursed [FILL 3/3]
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