Oh, the world is dark

[berriedmemories]

WHO: The XVs mostly
WHAT: figuring out timeline bullshit and living arrangements
WHERE: A set of cottages by the river
WHEN:end of 2024
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

SUMMARY: The gang's all here and then some! Now what? What do you mean you don't remember..... anything I expect you to? Bahamut did what now?

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[errant_knight]

Just leave it there? Let this dear man have to wash the shine of blood from his feet? His blood? Ravus thinks to protest. He couldn't possibly burden Ignis with this, shouldn't- but the heat of his hand on his arm immediately quiets the thoughts, and the guilt silences any verbal means to protest. He's being rude now, is he?

"My apologies," Ravus murmurs, following the first step away from the river before pausing. He looks over his shoulder at his coat and his greaves. "If I agree to come home with you, will you let me at least finish the washing?"

[parer]

Ignis considers things for a moment, eyeing the articles of clothing - well, clothing and armor, he supposes. It would be bothersome to have to come all the way out here once again to retrieve it all, let alone taking into consideration the cleaning. Probably for the best that at least they allow this much.

...Still, he does wonder if Ravus might perhaps slip off with an opportunity like that. He doesn't seem like the type to possess such guile, but, well. You never know, sometimes.

"I suppose it is for the best," he says after a second's thought. "Gladio and I will be right here, then."

Watching. Waiting.

[errant_knight]

Thankfully, Ravus is not a man that oft goes back on his word. He doesn't much care for lying, and is terrible enough at it to justify not, even without his sense of righteousness.

Still, he's grateful Ignis doesn't argue this. It's just the tiny bit of control over the small details that he needs. Ravus is a fastidious man by nature, and it's been difficult feeling clean for days now. Mostly because he's unsure how to wash years and years of unfounded violence from his hands, but the idea of his clothes being left dirty at the riverside feels like a very precariously placed final straw.

Ravus doesn't immediately untangle himself from where Ignis holds his arm. Instead, he leans against his side with the gentle press of his body, almost like the affectionate lean of a dog.

"I will try to be quick, given I have kept you all waiting long enough." Only after a too-brief moment does he actually go to do his laundry, though.