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Noctis Lucis Caelum ([personal profile] berriedmemories) wrote in [community profile] childrenofbahamutlogs2025-02-01 06:49 pm

Castles they may crumble

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


threevirtues: (submissive in a way)

[personal profile] threevirtues 2025-03-05 05:56 pm (UTC)(link)
Throughout the entire trek home, Noctis has held him close... and Ignis has returned the action in kind, although perhaps it's been hard to tell with how closely they've been all bundled together. After all, partially because of his personality and perhaps partially because of his duties, Ignis has never been quite the one to cling. This has been true even as they've started to date here, as much as that may have been in another lifetime of sorts.

But he's clung here. He's held close to Noctis here, all the long way back to the home they've made in this place, his fingers buried deep into thick fur and breathing in Noctis's scent from where he's put his face close to his hair.

There's no argument when Noctis pulls him along at the request of new clothes. No chiding that he can undress himself when those fingers carefully undo the first few buttons.

All Ignis does is raise his hand and cradle the back of Noctis's head as he buries himself against him, the two of them folding into each other like a car crash, metal twisting into itself to make extraction impossible.

"I apologize for the worry," he whispers, his other arm folding over Noctis's back. "If I had my way, I would never leave your side for a moment, Noct." Gently, reassuringly, his fingers stroke through messy black hair. "But when I do... I return to you always, as soon as I am able. I promise you that. I am here now."
threevirtues: (they match each other's freak)

[personal profile] threevirtues 2025-03-08 11:39 pm (UTC)(link)
Noctis's movements tug his shirt even more free of where it's been carefully tucked into his pants, and it strains awkwardly against Ignis's skin, stiff and still rather cool despite how close they've stayed close the entire time here. Yet Ignis doesn't protest it in the slightest. All he does is keep Noct as close as he can, and presses a kiss into his hair right back.

"Perhaps. And yet..." His fingers stroke through Noctis's hair. "All the worlds one could think of, and many more besides... Yet we are all here together, aren't we?"

In fact, him, Prompto, Gladio... they all managed to stick together, from their world to another to this one here as well.

What are the odds?

Beautiful fortunate ones, to Ignis's eye. So... "I dare say that such a situation is enough to make a man feel lucky." Lucky enough to say he'll always return to Noctis's side, no matter what may happen.
threevirtues: ("there is something wrong with me")

[personal profile] threevirtues 2025-04-11 12:06 am (UTC)(link)
For him, it has mattered so rarely what he wants in the face of Noctis's needs. And he can tell, clear as day, that Noct needs to hold onto him after everything. Both what he's gone through today, and what he's yet to go through in the present that Ignis has just left.

Other things, as well. Things that Ignis dreads to think about right now, and yet which won't stop haunting him.

And maybe Ignis needs this as well, to hold onto Noctis and feel the warmth of his body that is only made a touch wet from tromping through the snow holding onto Ignis. He might not be as obvioux, but he needs it too, and indeed only pulls away from Noctis when his prince does. "It would help a good bit with this weather," he agrees. Fortunately, foresight even as a teenager had ensured he had plenty of large and thick sweaters to put on - something to take into consideration the bulk of his wings in case he couldn't put them back.

Obviously not a problem now, but... that just will help make him feel a bit warmer and more snug.

In the meanwhile, indeed, he has to sit down if only so that he can force off his socks and shoes. Yet he barely even gets that far before he notes something on his nightstand. That endeavor is abandoned swiftly enough, and Noctis will find Ignis with the card in hand, a soft look on his face.

"...My neediness as a teenager really did make you fuss, didn't it?" he murmurs, as though he didn't admit this under great pain while wings ripped out of his back.
threevirtues: (submissive in a way)

[personal profile] threevirtues 2025-05-12 06:56 pm (UTC)(link)
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."