LifeAfter Inbox

[shatteredlenses]

 

This is Ignis.  Please leave a message and I'll get back to you as soon as possible.  Storyteller willing, I may actually be able to read messages left for me soon.
...
And, no, your Highness, this doesn't mean I will be too busy to make sure you eat your vegetables. 

Comments

[shatteredlenses]

[Ignis shakes his head.]

There is no such thing as an impossible task. Only those given up on before they are accomplished.

[His grip tightens on Ardyn.]

Lets not speak of this more. We aren't going to change each other's minds and there is so little time left.

[scourgingstars]

[He answered with a slight nod against Ignis' shoulder, not raising his head.]

...will you let me stay a little longer? I care not what you would talk about instead, I just...wish for this to carry on for a bit more time yet.

[shatteredlenses]

Were it within my power, I would let you stay here with me forever.

[But it's not. Nothing he can do will keep Monsun from vanishing and taking this man with it. At least, until Ignis is able to find a way to force the Chancellor to allow him to the surface.]

I could fill your ears with so many embarrassing stories from Noctis' childhood, but I won't. I don't want anyone else here with us now even if just in thought.

[It is, perhaps, the first time he's ever not wanted Noctis somewhere near him, and Ignis really isn't sure what to make of that. It's so selfish of him, and logically he knows he should feel guilty for that.

He doesn't.]

[scourgingstars]

[A actual laugh found its way from Ardyn's throat at that, sincere but exhausted.]

I will simply have to use my imagination on that front, then. Amusing as it sounds, I think I too would rather simply...keep things this way for a moment longer.

[shatteredlenses]

For several moments, if you will. There is nowhere we need to be and nothing pressing we need to do. Let the world go on without us for a while. You sound exhausted and I have plenty of experience being a royal pillow.

[scourgingstars]

I'm always exhausted, Ignis. I don't sleep, remember?

[shatteredlenses]

[Ignis clicks his tongue against his teeth is a softly scolding manner.]

Of course I remember. It's you who seems to forget there are more kinds of exhaustion than just the physical. You can still close your eyes and allow your mind to lose itself in the warmth and caring surrounding you, can you not?

[scourgingstars]

...I don't know. I haven't had the opportunity to try.

[shatteredlenses]

Fortunately, it's never too late to try. It'll be a moment of peace for you to take with you when...

[Ignis' voice suddenly cracks and he swallows hard in an effort to steady it again.]

...you go.

[scourgingstars]

...there now, you're not crying for someone like me, are you? Please don't--even should this be the end, take solace in knowing it's a far better note to leave upon than the last time.

[shatteredlenses]

It's not...

[His voice trails off and he shakes his head. It's not the tears that wet his eyes that are bothering him, but the fact he can't make his voice sound as certain as he wants it to be.]

It's not the end. I just...don't know how long it will take to change things.

[scourgingstars]

I've already waited two thousand years. Despite what I say, I think myself quite a patient person.

[Ardyn pulled back enough to press a light kiss against Ignis' forehead, voice soft and comforting.]

I don't truly think it possible to find a better ending for me. But if I should be wrong, I shall wait for you as long as it takes.