money is money, you know. it puts the good stuff on the table.
[ things were not always like this with them. now, there is some semblance of normal. for the longest time, noctis had shied away from him, wrapped up in his grief and the crushing guilt, but ignis had been nothing but forgiving.
ignis has never even told him (in so many words) what happened to his eyes -- small sacrifice, he said, as if this could be counted as small at all, and if noctis could, he would have stopped him from doing whatever it is that he did. what must it be like to function in near total darkness, especially for one as driven as ignis?
there is salt-rubbing and there is truth, and noctis, masochist that he is, much prefers ignis not to censor himself -- this isn't a sprained ankle; it's something that has been irrevocably taken away from him with little recourse to be found.
he sets off immediately, brushing his hands off on his pants. it takes only a few minutes to locate him, and he rests a hand lightly on his arm. ] Hey.
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[ things were not always like this with them. now, there is some semblance of normal. for the longest time, noctis had shied away from him, wrapped up in his grief and the crushing guilt, but ignis had been nothing but forgiving.
ignis has never even told him (in so many words) what happened to his eyes -- small sacrifice, he said, as if this could be counted as small at all, and if noctis could, he would have stopped him from doing whatever it is that he did. what must it be like to function in near total darkness, especially for one as driven as ignis?
there is salt-rubbing and there is truth, and noctis, masochist that he is, much prefers ignis not to censor himself -- this isn't a sprained ankle; it's something that has been irrevocably taken away from him with little recourse to be found.
he sets off immediately, brushing his hands off on his pants. it takes only a few minutes to locate him, and he rests a hand lightly on his arm. ] Hey.