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chef_chocobro) wrote2022-09-11 05:38 am
chef_chocobro) wrote2022-09-11 05:38 am
Steyliff Grove; the Vesperpool; Cleigne, Eos. Sunday Evening, 09/12 766. [09/11 FT]
It wasn't often, that Ignis dreamed, and, when he did, they were usually just flashes of the past, either things he remembered from long ago when he could see, or the things bestowed upon him from the moment he ceased to be able to. The smile on Noctis' face the first time he'd cooked for him. A nod of approval from Gladio across the training room, or a flash of Prompto's camera. Begrudgingly traipsing after Nina through the sewers, barely sweeping in in time to pull a pan from Shane's hands before disaster struck. Those were the good ones, the memories, and then there were the bad ones, the flashes of futures he'd seen, but especially the memory of them all, older, as he'd never actually see them, gathered around a campfire, and then the one of Noctis, spent, sitting in the throne and slouched over his father's sword...
But this one...
This dream was different...
It was Angelgard, but as he'd never seen it before, cloaked in the darkness that he could only assume surrounded him now and had for the last ten years. It wasn't completely dark, though; the sky had a strange yellowish glow to it, just enough to see the curves of the sacred island stark against it...and to see the figure emerging from the darkness of it. An almost familiar form, though his shoulders were slumped, his hair long and shaggy, but as he staggered across the rocks toward another shape...a boat...bobbing in the water at the edge of the shore...Ignis knew. He recognized it, and when the face lifted, and, by some trick of this strange vision, revealed itself to Ignis, he gasped, so startled that it pulled him out of sleep entirely.
"Noct!"
But the moment he was pulled from the dream, it disappeared, entirely, just another memory, and his eyes revealed to him nothing but that familiar darkness. His heart was pounding in his chest, though, as his mind reeled, trying to make sense of what this could possibly mean. Was this not a vision of the future, but...perhaps....the present? Somehow, even though he couldn't logically explain why, he knew this to be true. Was it the Lucii telling him something? Did he dare believe it to be true?
But it was; he just knew it was, from the very core of him. After all, he'd had those visions, he knew Noctis would be back, and when he did return...
Quickly, reaching for his lance beside his cot, Ignis pushed himself to his feet. Hastily, quickly, he fumbled around, not because of his lack of sight, but because of his nervous excitement, the trembling thrill that seemed to make his otherwise nimble and knowing fingers clumsy. He pulled on his clothes, rushing out of room they'd safeguarded for camp as they were exploring the Steyliff Grove ruins once more.
"Aranea!" he barked out urgently, his voice still low, lest they attack any of the daemons they'd been prowling for. "Are you there?"
"...you look like you've seen a ghost," she answered, after a moment that would have made him nervous if not for the crackling fire giving her away.
"I just may have," he answered back, with a shake of his head. "Hurry. I need you to find the others. Gladio. And Prompto. Tell them to meet me at the Hammerhead, as soon as possible. I don't know how much time we have, but I think...I know...he's back. Or he will be, very shortly."
"What?" The confusion in her voice was evident, and Ignis might even go so far as to say that the unshakable Aranea Highwind was feeling a little shook. "Who's back?"
"Trust me," he said. "They'll know. I'm heading there now. Tell them I'll be waiting."
With that, he wasted no more time, lurching forward after a moment to orient himself in the familiar direction that would lead him to where he needed to go.
"Ignis!" Aranea shouted. "Wait! At least let me help you get there first!"
"There may not be enough time!" he shouted back, waving a dismissive hand at her. "I know the way! Just find them! As quick as you can!"
And his keen ears, as he picked up his pace and began to run, caught the sound of her mumbling something disparaging, something about him finally losing his mind, but he didn't catch the details. It didn't matter. He knew he could trust her to know where the others were, and getting to the Hammerhead was all that mattered to him now.
[[ NFB, NFI, don't mind me just nudging something back into motion here, doo doo doo....]]
But this one...
This dream was different...
It was Angelgard, but as he'd never seen it before, cloaked in the darkness that he could only assume surrounded him now and had for the last ten years. It wasn't completely dark, though; the sky had a strange yellowish glow to it, just enough to see the curves of the sacred island stark against it...and to see the figure emerging from the darkness of it. An almost familiar form, though his shoulders were slumped, his hair long and shaggy, but as he staggered across the rocks toward another shape...a boat...bobbing in the water at the edge of the shore...Ignis knew. He recognized it, and when the face lifted, and, by some trick of this strange vision, revealed itself to Ignis, he gasped, so startled that it pulled him out of sleep entirely.
"Noct!"
But the moment he was pulled from the dream, it disappeared, entirely, just another memory, and his eyes revealed to him nothing but that familiar darkness. His heart was pounding in his chest, though, as his mind reeled, trying to make sense of what this could possibly mean. Was this not a vision of the future, but...perhaps....the present? Somehow, even though he couldn't logically explain why, he knew this to be true. Was it the Lucii telling him something? Did he dare believe it to be true?
But it was; he just knew it was, from the very core of him. After all, he'd had those visions, he knew Noctis would be back, and when he did return...
Quickly, reaching for his lance beside his cot, Ignis pushed himself to his feet. Hastily, quickly, he fumbled around, not because of his lack of sight, but because of his nervous excitement, the trembling thrill that seemed to make his otherwise nimble and knowing fingers clumsy. He pulled on his clothes, rushing out of room they'd safeguarded for camp as they were exploring the Steyliff Grove ruins once more.
"Aranea!" he barked out urgently, his voice still low, lest they attack any of the daemons they'd been prowling for. "Are you there?"
"...you look like you've seen a ghost," she answered, after a moment that would have made him nervous if not for the crackling fire giving her away.
"I just may have," he answered back, with a shake of his head. "Hurry. I need you to find the others. Gladio. And Prompto. Tell them to meet me at the Hammerhead, as soon as possible. I don't know how much time we have, but I think...I know...he's back. Or he will be, very shortly."
"What?" The confusion in her voice was evident, and Ignis might even go so far as to say that the unshakable Aranea Highwind was feeling a little shook. "Who's back?"
"Trust me," he said. "They'll know. I'm heading there now. Tell them I'll be waiting."
With that, he wasted no more time, lurching forward after a moment to orient himself in the familiar direction that would lead him to where he needed to go.
"Ignis!" Aranea shouted. "Wait! At least let me help you get there first!"
"There may not be enough time!" he shouted back, waving a dismissive hand at her. "I know the way! Just find them! As quick as you can!"
And his keen ears, as he picked up his pace and began to run, caught the sound of her mumbling something disparaging, something about him finally losing his mind, but he didn't catch the details. It didn't matter. He knew he could trust her to know where the others were, and getting to the Hammerhead was all that mattered to him now.
[[ NFB, NFI, don't mind me just nudging something back into motion here, doo doo doo....]]