Those are the words that finally seem to sink in, finally make it through the hazy cloud of grief that had settled over his entire being and gets him to move. To follow Ignis' gentle guidance, until they're turning away from the grave and leaving it - and Prompto, gods, he doesn't want to think about it - behind.
There's so much that he wants to say. So many words that want to come. Questions and tears. But he keeps them all inside. Holds onto them until they've somehow made it back. Across the waters of the river and through the village to the place they had all once shared. It feels emptier now that their sun has been extinguished. Even as he guides them up stairs, towards the bathroom and the warmth of the shower. It all feels so hollow and cold.
It feels like they stand beneath the spray for hours. Noctis with his head on Ignis' shoulder and the hot cascade flowing down over them, with nothing but the dim light of their lanterns to illuminate the room. He doesn't want to let go, even when it turns cold and they have to wash away the remnants of dirt and leave. All he wants to do is sleep. Maybe he'll wake up and Prompto will still be there.]
I think it's time I moved my stuff into our room.
[It comes suddenly. Because there had been a pretense that he shared a room with Prompto. Both because they needed the company and because he didn't want to add injury to Luna's emotions. But without him here, there really was no reason to continue.
And he really didn't want to go back into that room and be alone.]
[Going back and getting cleaned up is mostly them going through motions. The stuff they do mechanically. He keeps Noct close, hands wrapped around him as they shower in silence, trying to offer as much comfort as he possibly can. It won't heal the wounds, nothing can, but perhaps they can find a little bit of respite in each other.
When they step out and Noct passes his request, Ignis nods. That room will probably bring some very bad memories if Noctis spends a lot of time in there, all by himself. He wraps Noctis in a towel when they step out and kisses the top of his head.]
Alright. But we will do it tomorrow. You need to rest now.
[Or rather, Ignis will do it for him. Because it's a habit. He leads them to the bedroom, the room illuminated by the moon and the stars in the night sky, the light falling through the big window and right down on the bed. Gently, he nudges Noct to get under the covers, following closely after him.]
[It doesn't take much. For him to drop the towel and climb in bed, slipping beneath the covers. To wrap himself in the warmth and familiarity. To bury his face down into the pillow that smells like him and Ignis, into the comfort and safety that he only feels now when he's with him.
When he glances up from under the fall of damp black hair those eyes are glassy. Filled with unshed tears and emotion and he reaches for Ignis like he can't stand being away from him, even for the seconds it's taken to climb into bed.]
[Ignis doesn't make Noct wait. He slips under the covers the moment Noct is settled down a bit. His hands wrap around him, tight, holding him against himself. It's fine if he cries- silently or loudly. Ignis will be there to hold him until he's tired from it and falls asleep. He will hold him through the night and days and never leave his side. A silent vow he made to himself, to be always near, whenever he needs him- in life and in the afterlife.
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Those are the words that finally seem to sink in, finally make it through the hazy cloud of grief that had settled over his entire being and gets him to move. To follow Ignis' gentle guidance, until they're turning away from the grave and leaving it - and Prompto, gods, he doesn't want to think about it - behind.
There's so much that he wants to say. So many words that want to come. Questions and tears. But he keeps them all inside. Holds onto them until they've somehow made it back. Across the waters of the river and through the village to the place they had all once shared. It feels emptier now that their sun has been extinguished. Even as he guides them up stairs, towards the bathroom and the warmth of the shower. It all feels so hollow and cold.
It feels like they stand beneath the spray for hours. Noctis with his head on Ignis' shoulder and the hot cascade flowing down over them, with nothing but the dim light of their lanterns to illuminate the room. He doesn't want to let go, even when it turns cold and they have to wash away the remnants of dirt and leave. All he wants to do is sleep. Maybe he'll wake up and Prompto will still be there.]
I think it's time I moved my stuff into our room.
[It comes suddenly. Because there had been a pretense that he shared a room with Prompto. Both because they needed the company and because he didn't want to add injury to Luna's emotions. But without him here, there really was no reason to continue.
And he really didn't want to go back into that room and be alone.]
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When they step out and Noct passes his request, Ignis nods. That room will probably bring some very bad memories if Noctis spends a lot of time in there, all by himself. He wraps Noctis in a towel when they step out and kisses the top of his head.]
Alright. But we will do it tomorrow. You need to rest now.
[Or rather, Ignis will do it for him. Because it's a habit. He leads them to the bedroom, the room illuminated by the moon and the stars in the night sky, the light falling through the big window and right down on the bed. Gently, he nudges Noct to get under the covers, following closely after him.]
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When he glances up from under the fall of damp black hair those eyes are glassy. Filled with unshed tears and emotion and he reaches for Ignis like he can't stand being away from him, even for the seconds it's taken to climb into bed.]
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He's there. Forever.]