takingaim | And Then He Falls [for regalblaze]

Of everything that have ever been asked of him, of everything that the last thirty some odd years of his life has demanded of him, nothing has ever been harder than requiring him to stand there and watch his best friend start the long walk up those stairs into the Citadel, knowing that Noctis is going to his death. It's a thousand times harder than having to turn around and look to the massive Giants coming out of the ground, knowing all too well that they might be dying here in giving Noctis enough time to save the damn world. Whatever world might come out of this. What will it matter when Noctis is dead? Maybe this is just a final stand, enough time to live to see the dawn. Somehow, he's both the most afraid and the most determined he's ever been, leaving him in some horrible emotional flux that might almost come across as calm if it wasn't for the tears streaking down his cheeks.

But he holds his gun at the ready, looking solidly forward.

"Last one to kill their giant buys the first round," he calls out, a half-hearted joke as the ground finishes ripping open and the giants stand there.

"Deal," Gladio replies, bringing the massive great sword around in front of him, his eyes more determined than Prompto had ever seen him, but only the faint light shining gave away the tears.

Prompto looks over at Ignis, steeling himself, prepared to do everything to help protect Ignis and without a doubt that Gladio would do the same. He feared for Ignis, really for both of his friends, because with Noctis gone... he is, was, their lives. His, too.

Maybe it's just the death of all of them, no matter what outcome befalls them.

Threaded | Flat

The footsteps of Noctis climbing up to the Citadel are ringing in Ignis' ears. Not daemons nor this oppressive rain can dull the sound out. He needs to steel his feet to the ground to prevent himself from running after him. But the sound of Prompto and Gladio summoning their weapons bring him out of his stupor.

Ignis will never come to terms with this... this sacrifice for greater good. But since it has come to this, all he can do is try and not let his sacrifice be in vain.

A set of daggers appear in Ignis' hands. "Be careful." Ignis doesn't know how the Ring will dispell darkness and daemons, but it has already taken so many lives and it will take another one in a matter of moments. The most precious one.

The Giants don't intimidate him. He is not afraid of dying, and will never be if there are years to come. But giving the darkness a satisfaction of claiming more victims-

Ignis will not allow it.

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