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[attr=class,lyric1]gonna keep on keeping on the only
[attr=class,lyric2]way i know how
[attr=class,bulk] Prompto wished he had his phone.
That wasn’t his biggest concern. It wasn’t even in the top hundred, but still. He’d never been good at waiting, his phone helped pass the time so his legs weren’t bouncing around until his ankles were sore. Or he’d start pacing. That was a problem too when he was so tired and hadn’t gotten a good night’s sleep in weeks at least. He wished he could snap a few pictures, but he’d turned off his camera to conserve the battery life, and there wasn’t much in that simple little medical room to take a photo of anyway.
Ever since they’d escaped Sonora and found their way to Yuna’s clinic (she was an angel, really, a cute little angel who had the best heart he’d ever seen!), him and Noct had taken turns on Ignis Duty. It wasn’t that Prompto didn’t want to be there. Of course he did! Ignis was his friend. They’d gone through all that trouble and danger and more trouble to save him, and now he was here – right here! – in front of him. It was just…
Well, Prompto’s legs were getting sore with nothing much to do. There were books around the clinic, but Prompto had never been much of a reader unless it was about something that interested him, and the tech around here was pretty limited at best.
And then there was Ignis.
He’d been conscious when they’d rescued him. Injured, starved, and all scarred up, but conscious. Then Yuna had worked her magic (literally!) and he hadn’t woken up for a while. She said that Ignis was real tired, and the curative spells would work better if he slept for a while, but it had been a while. He’d only been about half awake whenever they’d tried to feed him, and then he’d go right back to sleep again.
Hence, Ignis Duty. Once Iggy finally woke up for good, they didn’t want him to be alone. Particularly with his eyes all, well…
Messed up.
Prompto tried not to look at the scars on his face too much even while he was sleeping. His usual glasses had been lost somewhere along the way, probably in that dump of a prison, and Prompto wondered if his face looked even worse or if it had always been that bad and Iggy had just done his best to hide it. That sounded like Ignis alright. He was the type to keep going and not say a word of complaint for himself. He’d always tutted over Noctis like a mother hen, but now that Prompto thought back on it, Ignis must’ve been pretty young himself back then.
That was selfless, responsible, genius Iggy alright. And now he was hurt. Hurt real bad and as Prompto waited for Noctis to come back from exploring the town for jobs and supplies, he couldn’t even really pay attention to him because all he could do was pace, pace, pace, pace.
The floorboards creaked under his boots. It came extra loud from the third board from the window. Creak, step, step, creak, step, creaaaaaaak. He wondered if that board was old and needed replacing. He wondered if he’d fall right through it if he kept pacing like this. He kept pacing anyway.
He waited for Ignis to wake up. He waited for Noctis to come back because he’d be better at this, and really, Ignis would want to hear Noctis’ voice instead of his if he really did wake up soon. Still, someone had to do it so here he was. Woefully inadequate. Easily distracted. Easily bored. Riled up, anxious, sleep-deprived Prompto doing his best to the repetitive motion of his footsteps and the rhythm of the floorboards.
Post by Ignis Scientia on May 18, 2024 17:14:06 GMT -6
It's been a long time since I've felt peace in my mind. But there on the horizon, I can see the light.
Ignis stirred.
Physically, perhaps. Mentally, he was still caught somewhere deep in sleep, sloughing through an amalgam of memories and sensations much better left behind. He spent much of his time here, despite his best efforts to remain in the waking. No, if he wasn’t caught in the vice grip of memories past, both good and bad, he was stuck deep within the nothingness. The empty void that persisted between periods of long sleep was as pleasant as it was bothersome.
At least, with the nothingness, came no unpleasant dreams. There, his mind opted to give him rest from the torture.
The periods of wakefulness that came between the bouts of sleep were typically painful, short-lived, and dizzying. The pain was the only true way to distinguish the nightmares from reality. The ache of his muscles, the dryness of his mouth, the pounding in his head – all a harsh but beautiful reminder that he was alive. It took all the focus he had in those moments to do as he was instructed, swallow bland liquid or food, before he was giving in to the exhaustion once more.
Well, if the food wasn’t coming back up from the nausea.
Each time Ignis came to consciousness, he reached desperately for the first words on the tip of his tongue. The names of his friends. He needed to know they were there, they were okay. Most importantly, he needed to know he hadn’t simply … imagined the entire thing. That the escape hadn’t been a fever dream, brought on by a bout of torture or exposure to the Basilisk drug peddled about the walls of Gorgon. He hardly got a word out, of course, as he was fussed over by staff. Just doing what was necessary to recover took all the strength he had, and in mere moments, Iggy was floating back through the nothing once more.
The last time he’d awoken had been no different. Consciousness came, fleeting as it ever was, and left just as quickly.
Now, he felt his fingers twitching against the familiar fabric of the clinic bed. His eyelids twitched, but refused to open. His mouth felt sticky and dry. There was an incessant noise, measured and squeaking. Vaguely, Ignis knew it was footsteps on the wooden floorboards. He’d heard them squeak many times now, for whenever he woke, someone was typically quickly there to force him to eat or drink something. Ignis remained still, listening to the sound of boots on wood for a moment, as part of a bleary memory rose to the surface.
A journey that seemed so long ago, in a hotel that they should have gotten to relax in – but the world simply didn’t allow that for them. Stress manifested differently in all of his companions, but the blonde's had always been the easiest to see. “Breathe, Prompto,” Ignis murmured quietly, his hoarse voice barely a whisper above the creak of the wooden floor as he relived the memory long gone by, “You’ll … wear a hole in the floor … fretting like so.”
[attr=class,lyric1]gonna keep on keeping on the only
[attr=class,lyric2]way i know how
[attr=class,bulk] ”Iggy!”
Prompto was by his side in an instant, scrambling over so fast he might as well have teleported. He hadn’t heard him move or seen his eyes open – not that it would matter if they were open or not with his sight how it was – but he heard him and even though he still hadn’t processed exactly what it was that Ignis had said, that didn’t stop his own words from tumbling out.
”Iggy! You’re awake! You’re okay! How are you feeling? Wait, that’s stupid to ask, isn’t it? Do you need anything? Can I help? You’re safe now! Promise!”
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”Breathe. Right. Sorry. I hope I didn’t wake you up. I mean, I’m glad I woke you up, but…”
Thoughts and feelings spun around his head like a tornado and he was stuck in the middle of it, ragdolling around like he might glitch out of reality.
’Breathe, Prompto.’
Prompto took one long, deep, unnatural breath and slumped into the chair at Ignis’ bedside. It was about as good as he could manage right now.
”Noctis is here,” he said because he knew that that was the first thing that Ignis would want to know. ”Not here here, but…here. He’s out right now doing…something. I think he’s getting lunch. He said he was hungry at the end of his last shift…”
Why wasn’t Noct sitting beside Ignis instead of him? That’s who Ignis would really want to see (or hear) right now. He deserved better, but Prompto could try his best.
Post by Ignis Scientia on Jul 15, 2024 19:49:20 GMT -6
It's been a long time since I've felt peace in my mind. But there on the horizon, I can see the light.
Prompto was a ball of energy and a wall of sound, near overwhelming to Ignis in his current state. However, with his reflexes dulled and exhaustion tugging at every corner, he didn’t have the strength to flinch at the blonde’s high pitched surprise. Even as his ears protested slightly, just hearing Prompto’s voice warmed Iggy’s heart more than anything had in a long, long time. Words came tripping over each other from Prompto’s lips, before he finally seemed to settle and take Iggy’s mumbled advice to heart.
Ignis wanted to move, to speak, to take in the situation, to do anything other than continue to lay uselessly upon the hospital bed, but everything was so very sluggish. Even processing what Prompto was saying took a significant amount of mental exercise he hadn’t managed in quite some time. Adrenaline attempted to push its way through his veins – a mockery of what it should have been capable of – but it was enough to energize his mind enough to understand, and enough to help him blearily open one sightless eye with several dry blinks.
Hearing Prompto’s voice brought a calm to Iggy’s heart he previously would have thought impossible. Knowing that he and Noctis were there, that they were safe … that he truly hadn’t imagined them during his escape. It tore open something inside that Iggy had been holding close, clutching for safekeeping all the months he was trapped in the frozen prison.
Hope.
His heart was beating so hard in his chest, so loudly, surely even Prompto could have heard it.
“Thank goodness,” Ignis murmured, able to put just a bit more power behind his hoarse, unused voice, “You’re both … safe. You’re … here. Thank goodness.”
Curling the fingers of his hand to make sure he was properly feeling it, Ignis reached toward the direction of Prompto’s voice. His arm trembled and his fingers shook, but he needed to know Prompto was there. He needed some sort of proof that this wasn’t just his mind playing another trick on him. Though relief flooded his body, knowing that Prompto and Noct were together and they were safe and he didn’t imagine them, Iggy needed to cement that fact in his mind.
As he took a deep, shuddering breath that ached his chest, a tear escaped Ignis’s scarred eye – unnoticed.
[attr=class,lyric1]gonna keep on keeping on the only
[attr=class,lyric2]way i know how
[attr=class,bulk] Prompto didn’t know what to make of Ignis’ expression. He scoured his face anyway, leaning forward in his worry. It was hard enough to tell how somebody was feeling when the friend you’d known so well for so long suddenly couldn’t look at you anymore, but it was even harder when that guy was starved and hurt and maybe a little over half conscious. Was he afraid of where he was? Was he disappointed that Noct wasn’t here? Was he sad after everything that had happened to him?
Prompto didn’t know, not until Ignis spoke, so quiet and weak that he was glad he was already so close to him. ”Thank goodness,” Ignis said, and Prompto’s heart twisted with something even stronger than worry.
That twist turned into a full on cartwheel as a trembling hand reached towards him, and Prompto didn’t even hesitate before he snatched that hand and held it securely in both of his own. He’d been told he was too touchy-feely. And too feely-feely for that matter, but he didn’t think now was the time to hold himself back and he didn’t think he could have if he’d wanted to. Ignis was hurt. He’d reached towards him, and even if Prompto couldn’t be the guy he most wanted to see (figuratively, that was), he wasn’t about to let Ignis down.
A single tear streamed down Ignis’ cheek. Prompto had to swallow hard before he could speak again.
”I’m here, Iggy,” he said, hoping that his voice wasn’t shaking too much. ”You’re safe. We’re all safe.”
Not all of us. They still hadn’t found Gladio. But he wasn’t about to say that.
Prompto took a long breath and talked because talking was what he did best. ”It’s been hard without you. I’ve managed to keep Noct out of trouble, but it hasn’t been easy. Why didn’t you tell me he has so many bad ideas?”
Shit, now Prompto was crying. He wanted to wipe the tears from his eyes, but like hell was he letting go of Ignis’ hand.
”I’ve kept his spirits up which I guess I’m pretty good at, but then somebody had to make plans and talk sense into him and get in people’s faces when they tried to use him for something. I about got punched in the face once. I guess it’s a lot harder to intimidate somebody when you’re five eight.”
He laughed weakly. There wasn’t really anything funny about that night with Alex in the bar, but it was more the thought of Prompto even thinking about filling Gladio’s shoes. Ignis could’ve done it. He had that cold, assassin kind of edge to him where you were pretty sure he’d killed a man and would do it again in a heartbeat if you even dreamed of hurting Noctis, but Prompto? Prompto looked like the biggest thing he could kill was a girl’s interest.
Okay, so he could technically take down a behemoth with some help, but Prompto knew damn well he didn’t look it.
”It’s hard, but…whenever I didn’t know what to do, I’d think, ‘What would Ignis say?’ Turns out, my Head Ignis gives pretty good advice.”
Post by Ignis Scientia on Aug 14, 2024 17:21:51 GMT -6
It's been a long time since I've felt peace in my mind. But there on the horizon, I can see the light.
A hand made contact with his own, and in a moment it was wrapped in a warm and comforting embrace. Ignis took in a quiet breath, his eye widening just a bit as reality finally cemented itself into place. Prompto really was here in the room with him, he was here and he was real and he was safe, and everything else his dear friend was saying was true. Despite his true exhaustion, Iggy curled his fingers around Prompto’s hand and held on as tightly as he could.
When he blinked, he felt the next tear fall. But, he couldn’t bring himself to mind it.
Ignis was content to listen to Prompto speak, smiling weakly – but truly happily at the blonde’s stories. Normally, he would have urged Prompto to relax, knowing well that he tended to ramble when emotions were running high. In a different time and place, Iggy would have gently rubbed his friend’s back and urged him to keep taking calming, deep breaths, having him focus on what he really wanted to say rather than saying everything that came to mind. But right now, getting to hear the everything was much more soothing than anything else truly could have been.
However, it seemed Prompto had been struggling to fill more shoes than just his own – as anyone would. If Ignis had more strength, he would have put guilt on his own shoulders for not having been there to protect Prompto from nearly taking a punch. But at the moment, weak and exhausted and in pain, all he could do was find quiet solace in the fact that Prompto and Noctis were both okay; even if Noctis had tried getting them in trouble with the usual, occasional bad idea.
“Maybe now…,” Iggy muttered quietly with a shaky smile, swallowing in the pause to try and clear the rough, hoarseness from his voice, “... You’ll help me stop … his bad ideas … rather than contribute to them…”.
His chest shook with quiet laughter for only a moment before Ignis spoke again, voice cracking as more tears slipped from his eye.
“I won’t … leave you both alone again … I promise. I promise.”
