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lifeaftr2018-05-28 04:24 am
piercetheheart) wrote in lifeaftr2018-05-28 04:24 am
Our tainted history is playing on repeat
Who: Gladiolus Amicitia + Ignis Scientia shatteredlenses, Ardyn Izunia scourgingstars
What: Gladio has come to face the fact that he can't just look at things in Black and White anymore.
When: 5/28 & 5/29
Where: Chococottage and Ardyn's place then out in the wilds on Enso
Warnings:
The worst thing to come from this entire getting stabbed by Laurent thing was not just how much the wound was limiting his ability to accomplish much of anything, it was the simple fact that without massive building projects to throw himself into he was left with little to do but think. He'd been doing his damnedest to avoid thinking too much about anything since Bliss, since the storytelling dreams, since Noct had pulled him aside and told him just how transparent he was. There were so many questions, so many things he didn't understand, and it felt like he'd walked into a whole bundle of secrets that no one wanted to explain.
Maybe it was just because now he knew that Ignis had been hiding things from him for so long now. Everything was a veritable mine field. Not just with his friends but with everyone around them. The wound in his belly was testament enough of that. There were uncomfortable facts that needed facing and as much as he'd rather hide he had little choice in the matter. He was a grown ass man and, as Noctis had none too gently reminded him, burying his head in the sand was never going to fix or change anything.
He wasn't about to go and ruin things between himself and Ignis already, not when he'd only just gotten him back, but there were still things that needed to be addressed that didn't involve him admitting to things that were going to drive his friends away again.
For Ignis
Even coming to that conclusion he still put it off as long as he could. Evening gave way to night, the fire outside the cottage still burned high and Gladio knew sleep would escape as it so often did. So he remained outside, watching the stars -and gods it was wonderful to see the stars again- and using his knife to carve down points for the spears he was making Prompto. He'd be hard pressed to show him how to work them for a bit still but hopefully he could explain well enough. The paperback novel that had come with him sat to the side, the book's story abandoned in the face of the thoughts tumbling through his mind.
Dinner was long since done, the others on the islet fast asleep and as the fire burned down Gladio knew it would only be a matter of time before Ignis gave up on any attempt at sleep as well. When he did finally emerge and settle in Gladio could not rest in companionable silence this time. Even if the conversation and what it could mean terrified him he was never one to back down from a challenge.
"Hey Iggy?" Soft, testing to see if nightmares might have put the other man off from conversing at all. "Can we talk?"
For Ardyn
He doesn't trust the mask at first, doesn't trust that it will do what it says it is capable of. He stops and speaks to people, small interactions to test it's validity and once he's assured he will neither be recognized nor remembered he manages to weasel out the knowledge of where Ardyn's camp is. He won't recognize him, no, but there's nothing compelling the man -when did he start thinking of him as a man and not a monster- to speak with him.
There's so much he doesn't know or understand about Ardyn that he actually brings him a bribe of roasted fish, leftovers from their own lunch and he feels like a complete ass for not telling the others why he was running off with what was left of their meal. Especially when he knew Ignis would fuss about him going out alone, still injured as he is. It says a lot about how much he is not looking for a fight that he's here despite his injury.
A light knock, nervous and uncertain but determined. "Uh... 'xcuse me? Ardyn?"
For Prompto
He wanted to give everyone involved some time to wrap their heads around all that happened. After spending so much time trying to figure out what was going on with Ardyn and how he felt about it all it was kind of a welcome relief to sit back and read for a little bit, give his brain a break. And when Prompto came in from his project for the day Gladio took the opportunity to flag him down, gesturing with his bookmark for the blond to come sit beside him. That the bookmark was a photo Prompto would recall taking in Lestallum was something Gladio hadn't even thought about.
"So... kids, huh?" Prompto had never really struck him as the type to want a big family, somehow, but it made sense.
shatteredlenses, Ardyn Izunia scourgingstarsWhat: Gladio has come to face the fact that he can't just look at things in Black and White anymore.
When: 5/28 & 5/29
Where: Chococottage and Ardyn's place then out in the wilds on Enso
Warnings:
The worst thing to come from this entire getting stabbed by Laurent thing was not just how much the wound was limiting his ability to accomplish much of anything, it was the simple fact that without massive building projects to throw himself into he was left with little to do but think. He'd been doing his damnedest to avoid thinking too much about anything since Bliss, since the storytelling dreams, since Noct had pulled him aside and told him just how transparent he was. There were so many questions, so many things he didn't understand, and it felt like he'd walked into a whole bundle of secrets that no one wanted to explain.
Maybe it was just because now he knew that Ignis had been hiding things from him for so long now. Everything was a veritable mine field. Not just with his friends but with everyone around them. The wound in his belly was testament enough of that. There were uncomfortable facts that needed facing and as much as he'd rather hide he had little choice in the matter. He was a grown ass man and, as Noctis had none too gently reminded him, burying his head in the sand was never going to fix or change anything.
He wasn't about to go and ruin things between himself and Ignis already, not when he'd only just gotten him back, but there were still things that needed to be addressed that didn't involve him admitting to things that were going to drive his friends away again.
For Ignis
Dinner was long since done, the others on the islet fast asleep and as the fire burned down Gladio knew it would only be a matter of time before Ignis gave up on any attempt at sleep as well. When he did finally emerge and settle in Gladio could not rest in companionable silence this time. Even if the conversation and what it could mean terrified him he was never one to back down from a challenge.
"Hey Iggy?" Soft, testing to see if nightmares might have put the other man off from conversing at all. "Can we talk?"
For Ardyn
He doesn't trust the mask at first, doesn't trust that it will do what it says it is capable of. He stops and speaks to people, small interactions to test it's validity and once he's assured he will neither be recognized nor remembered he manages to weasel out the knowledge of where Ardyn's camp is. He won't recognize him, no, but there's nothing compelling the man -when did he start thinking of him as a man and not a monster- to speak with him.
There's so much he doesn't know or understand about Ardyn that he actually brings him a bribe of roasted fish, leftovers from their own lunch and he feels like a complete ass for not telling the others why he was running off with what was left of their meal. Especially when he knew Ignis would fuss about him going out alone, still injured as he is. It says a lot about how much he is not looking for a fight that he's here despite his injury.
A light knock, nervous and uncertain but determined. "Uh... 'xcuse me? Ardyn?"
For Prompto
He wanted to give everyone involved some time to wrap their heads around all that happened. After spending so much time trying to figure out what was going on with Ardyn and how he felt about it all it was kind of a welcome relief to sit back and read for a little bit, give his brain a break. And when Prompto came in from his project for the day Gladio took the opportunity to flag him down, gesturing with his bookmark for the blond to come sit beside him. That the bookmark was a photo Prompto would recall taking in Lestallum was something Gladio hadn't even thought about.
"So... kids, huh?" Prompto had never really struck him as the type to want a big family, somehow, but it made sense.
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So I guess that means we've just gotta give you some guidance or something. A flame that won't burn... out...
[Little Flame he'd called Ignis but he couldn't mean...
Thank the gods for the mask so Ardyn cannot see the disbelief and horror on his face.]
No.
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[Ardyn tilted his head slightly, smirk on his face wide and arrogant.]
He really is painfully foolish. A tiny spark in an endless darkness, and he thinks he can make a difference. Thinks he can save what's past salvation.
I might find it funny, were it not so pathetic.
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His breathing is too fast, too shallow, and for a moment he almost wrenches the mask off just so he can breathe.]
You expect me to believe that? That he's... what? That he's your light in the darkness. [It's so romantic it makes him sick and for a moment his head spins and he thinks he really might vomit all over Ardyn's front lawn.]
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[And here he thought he'd mostly come to terms with the fact that there might actually be a person with real human emotions in there somewhere. Real human emotions for Ignis.
He gasped in his next breath, equal parts rage and hurt. He was so angry he was shaking and if he attacked Ardyn now it would be ruined by the stupid mask. Which had Gladio turning on his heel and marching away, ripping off the mask and pulling his sword from his back no matter how much it made his belly ache.
He really really needed to kill something.]
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[Ardyn shrugged, dropping a hand on Hresvelgr's head. Weird conversation, that one.]