Ignoct Week 2018
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“Is this… real?” he asked.
“It better be. Afterlife’s gotta have some perks.”The dawn is here, and Noctis is gone. Ignis is still here. He could have stopped this. He did nothing. Ignis is here, and Noctis is gone. But he hasn't gone so far that Ignis can't still reach him.
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- Part 1 of Ignoct Week 2018
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Agony cleaved from the top of his head to the nape of his neck. He heard himself cry out as his sight wavered and faded. His heart thudded with dread as he was overtaken by yet another vision—this the most vivid of them all.
It was raining.
The ring holds more than just the accumulated power of Lucian kings. It remembers.
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- Part 2 of Ignoct Week 2018
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Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Ignis turn to look at Gladio and Prompto, both fast asleep in the back seat. Gladio sprawled out like a ragdoll, Prompto curled into the door with his head pillowed on his arms. At least, that was what Noctis assumed from the little he could see in the rear view mirror.
Late night: the car, the road, and the stars up above. Noctis loves how that feels.
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- Part 3 of Ignoct Week 2018
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Numb. That’s how Prompto remembered feeling, as he watched Noct pull Ignis’ ashen, unmoving body into his shaking arms. This wasn’t real. This couldn’t be real.
After all was said and done, four had become two.
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- Part 4 of Ignoct Week 2018
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Still, there was something different about waking up today. The intangible weight pressing him into the lumpy caravan mattress was there; the paradoxically sharp/dull ache in his temples was there; the general malaise was there, too, burrowed into every pore like parasites.
That was all fairly normal. But something was off. He could feel it.
Noctis is going through a rough patch (to put it lightly), and Ignis' insistence on taking every shot, slash, and strike for him only adds to the mounting cacophony in his head.
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- Part 5 of Ignoct Week 2018
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He was cold and tired and achy and reeling from physical and emotional exertion. Luna… Gentiana… Shiva… Prompto. Ardyn. Even just thinking the name set his arms buzzing. Rage, it seemed, cared little for exhaustion.
It might be the last chance to rest for a long while. Of course Noctis can't sleep.
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- Part 6 of Ignoct Week 2018
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Green spirals like magical fern fronds; shimmering pink and violet like paint spilled into water; a yellow glow along the horizon, like an army of tonberries waving their little lamps just out of sight over the hills.
“Noct,” said Ignis. “Do you remember your seventh birthday?”
Two boys, one book, one promise, and thirteen years in the interim.
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- Part 7 of Ignoct Week 2018
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promptographer: DUDE
promptographer: DUDE YOU HAVE TO SEE THIS
promptographer: handorheart.blogs.co.lc/Noctis really isn't sure how he feels about the rumours flying around. The rumours that he's dating his adviser, that is.
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- Part 8 of Ignoct Week 2018
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Ignis is twenty-two years old, and all the astronomy books he’s ever read insist that the world revolves around the sun. A long time ago he realised that his world follows a different logic. His world revolves around the boy with eyes that mimic the spectrum of the sky; who shares a name with the night.
There's nothing Ignis wouldn't give. For fifteen years, he's known that.
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- Part 9 of Ignoct Week 2018