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Ignis "no chill" Scientia | イグニス・スキエンティア (

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banebu on June 22nd, 2018 at 05:28 pm

[Keeping track of time passing in the dark has been hard, but Ignis stopped asking what day it was a long time ago. Until Noctis returns, the passing of days might as well blur into one long block of night that never ends, broken here and there by events that stray outside of the norm.

Gladiolus, often, is at the centre of such events for Ignis. The times they meet can be sporadic, and nothing like the constant companionship of the first stages of their journey, but the way things are between them has always remained the same. From the first kiss Gladio had pressed to the tight, surprised mouth of his sparring partner, things between them had not developed quickly over the years. Ignis resisted at every turn, every step, torn between his dedication to his Prince and best friend, and his growing feelings towards the man's Shield.

They had fallen into a pattern. Keep things quiet, keep them secret, while Gladio slowly worked his way under Ignis' veneer and settled next to his heart. When Noctis had been taken from them, Ignis' approach to things hadn't changed in the slightest. There's always something more important, it seems, to set his mind to.

Now, standing in the shower with ice-cold water running over his skin he quietly compartmentalises yet another heated tryst between them, sinking it down in the sensation of gentle warmth deep in his chest that Gladio has always been the source of and turning his mind to the next task at hand. The daemon problem was not going away. They wouldn't be able to stay here for long.

It barely occurs to him that his practicality and almost-dismissal of everything between them might be stinging Gladiolus as much as it does. Surely he understands, as he has always appeared to, that what's happening with the two of them must be secondary to everything else. No matter how much they both might want to turn it into something more.

Ignis returns from the bathroom, not fully dressed but barefoot with his trousers on and shirt halfway unbuttoned. It's warm and humid here, and Gladio has seen enough of him that he isn't shy to show a little more skin than he would normally choose to. It does, at least, indicate that he isn't planning to go anywhere else for now.]

The water's running well. [He comments, and he moves to the window first, though he cocks his ear towards it rather than turning his damaged eyes to the glass. Nothing. Just the sound of Gladio's breathing and the distant noise of conversation in the courtyard below. His fingers touch the sill briefly as he turns, then he moves to the bed and sits down on the edge, resting his forearms against his knees. He taps is fingertips together, and--]

Are you going to try and get some sleep?

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