Castles they may crumble

[berriedmemories]

WHO:XV Cast
WHAT: General catchall
WHERE: Probably mostly at the XV cottage
WHEN: spring/summer 2025
WARNINGS: blanket CW for depression (Noctis), suicidal ideation (Ardyn, Cor, Ravus), and general PTSD from a bunch of men that've been through hell. See subject lines for specifics

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[threevirtues]

Even without truly leaning against him, just this close, and it's all too easy to pick up on even more ways that give away how rattled and exhausted Ignis is. There'd been little signs of it all the way back home, of course... and yet maybe some of it had been easy to miss in their movement, how they were all so close as to jostle Ignis. And maybe some of it only can come out back in a place they can call home.

Something to truly tell his subconscious that they are out of the flooded battle zone which Altissa had become.

So, now, it's easier to feel the way his entire chest seems to shudder when he inhales, how iron-stiff his back is from pure tension, and every little tremble from an over use of adrenaline that will not stop for at least a couple hours yet. Despite that, Ignis so carefully sets the card back down in its place. In its place, he takes Noct's hand.

"I like to think I hardly need fussing," Ignis says, opting to not say if he does now or not. Instead, he remembers himself, and raises one foot up so that his free hand can begin the process of tugging free his shoes and socks. His toes are all pins and needles.

"But you know that I will always be glad to help you with whatever you want. And I think there are far worse things, than being the recipient of such wonderful cards."