“And you think you recognize a monster; all of the things he’s done, unspeakable things, they all make it so easy for me to hate him. Then he’s gone. In one final act of defiance he accomplished what we’ve been striving for this whole time…”
Her jaw set uncomfortably and it became difficult to swallow.
“So why’s it that I can’t find the energy to be thankful for it? Why do I feel like mourning him?”
today’s warmup sketch is brought to you by cerise’s lament to zenos :’)
I hate the idea of Noctis walking to the throne and Ignis, Gladio, and Prompto allowing him to do it.
It hits me because… this game, for saying it is about hope, is not about hope. It’s about sacrifice.
I was talking with @demishock and we were talking about what we think should have happened. I really think I am going to end up writing the story where Ignis, Gladio, and Prompto only let Noctis walk up those stairs because they know…
Once the dawn rises, they’re going to go through hell and back to save their friend.
No “worn out and tired, accepting destiny.”
Fuck that.
I imagine them cleaning the blood from their weapons and walking into the Citadel. They manage to get to the Throne Room, and they take down Noctis’s body. He’s still warm and he could be almost mistaken for sleeping.
They bring him down to the first floor, and Ignis tells the others that he believes he knows how to save Noctis—
And this begins a climb up the Citadel. I imagine it is 113 floors of hell on Eos. They carry Noctis up the stairs, fight the daemons, and fight the Kings and Queens that have taken Noctis’s soul.
Every 10 flights, they meet one of the Armiger Kings and Queens. They fight their own demons. Their own insecurities. Their own fears. All for Noctis.
Dedicated to @antiloquist , based on this ask she submitted to me weeks ago:
What I meant forthis to be: sensually dirty porn without plot older!Ignis fucc
Whatitturnedouttobe: porn with too much plot and feels and idk wtf this shit is really
… sorry, maybe I’ll blame @ka-za-ri for this as that seems to be the right course of action.
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You remembered the first time you saw the man at a Hunters HQ, in front of the board with all of the listings of daemons that were causing the most trouble for those that had survived the settling of neverending darkness upon Eos. You knew enough through rumors that the Starscourge was a part of some important prophesy, but as a seasoned hunter, you only cared about the amount of gil the catastrophe afforded you in the long run. He wasn’t dressed like the hunters that you were used to coming in contact with, but why else would someone be in a relatively isolated outpost specifically designated for hunters to catch up on the next best opportunity?
You found yourself watching him in interest, wondering why he wasn’t closer to the board to get details on hunts that would prove useful in future endeavors… until you came to the realization that he wasn’t as interested in the board in front of him than the ebbs and flows of the conversation around him. You lost track of how long you stayed seated at the table across the room, taking in his subtle yet fluid mannerisms as if he were a puzzle you were attempting to construct piece by piece. Eventually, he turned and walked away from the conglomerate of hunters with a surety that had you following him against your better judgment. You didn’t ever fashion yourself to be a stalker, but you were in inbetween jobs and trying not to let yourself get too complacent while allowing yourself a needed break.
The break wasn’t supposed to consist of tailing the mysterious man as discreetly as possible to an area in Duscae that housed a considerably troublesome Red Giant that had wandered way too close to Lestallum’s city limits on occasion, making the inhabitants of the only major city Eos had left since the Starscourge fell quite uneasy with the way it tested the abnormally bright lights that bordered the hastily constructed wall of the refuge town. You knew of that particular mark, but even for as foolhardy as you could be sometimes, you had stalled on it while you figured out an enticing bargain with a few other hunters to go in with you. There was no sense in dying over a bounty.
You were beginning to worry that this man didn’t have the same sense of self-preservation that you thought all sensible hunters should have, as you watched him leave the relative safety of the fluorescent lights to a wide clearing that was illuminated only by the stars in the sky that shone brighter in a world in which the sun had been taken for granted in the almost-forgotten days it was allowed to thrive.
Watching your own back to make sure that no daemons would sneak up on you, you stayed half hidden in a few bushes with your hand on your weapon, eyes trained and brows furrowed in consternation as you saw his figure nearly blend in with the darkness around him as he stood rather calmly in the middle of enemy territory. The minute the tell-tale signs of purplish-black smoke appeared and rolled over the ground, announcing the arrival of the giant daemon, your heart started beating faster in your chest as the man didn’t even draw a weapon. Does he even have one? You simply assumed he had something small and easily retrievable from inside that suit jacket he wore, but you didn’t remember seeing any harnesses or whatnot on his person. Don’t tell me he’s the dramatic type, wanting to end his life at the hands of the most powerful daemon in the area. You tightened your grip on your blade, already planning on jumping in and saving him against his will as the monstrous being towered over him with a flaming sword. Times may be tough, but nobody is dying on my watch.
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