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broments[ Ignis can't call it a pathetic attempt on his life because had Gladiolus not been watching it would have been successful, but it is a frustrating one. The event - a charity one, raising funds to help outer district schools - had been quiet and with copious amounts of security, nothing had gone wrong. It was only after, when Ignis was in the courtyard waiting for Gladiolus to get off of his shift tending to the Crownsguard (which would really need a different name, but that was neither here nor there) that things had really gone to shit.
Ignis was nothing if not competent and he'd heard the sounds of something from behind him but with the loss of his sight, he hears a lot of things and his mind sorts them one by one. Footsteps hadn't registered as important because he hears footsteps all the time and doesn't recognize all of them.
The gait was off, though; it wasn't Gladiolus' heavier, sure footsteps coming up behind him and that had put him on guard to begin with. Had he not been paying attention, the garrote would have slid properly around his throat rather than around it with his hands in the way, buying enough time for Gladiolus to come and subdue the man.
From there it was a solid hour of talk - the bruising around his throat was checked over and deemed not life-threatening (which he felt was obvious, but wasn't going to fight on) and Gladiolus' own injury, a slice that simply needed bandaged from a dagger the woman had tried to attack him with. Finally, his living room empties of Cor, Iris, the doctor, and Prompto, who'd hovered anxiously until Cor had dragged him out with Iris and the rest following behind to leave the two of them alone.
Not quite certain what to say, Ignis rises and trusts Gladiolus to follow him into the bedroom, heading for the closet to change into pajamas. Cautiously, hoping Gladiolus doesn't intend to make this a larger deal than it is: ]
Will you stay here tonight?
Ignis was nothing if not competent and he'd heard the sounds of something from behind him but with the loss of his sight, he hears a lot of things and his mind sorts them one by one. Footsteps hadn't registered as important because he hears footsteps all the time and doesn't recognize all of them.
The gait was off, though; it wasn't Gladiolus' heavier, sure footsteps coming up behind him and that had put him on guard to begin with. Had he not been paying attention, the garrote would have slid properly around his throat rather than around it with his hands in the way, buying enough time for Gladiolus to come and subdue the man.
From there it was a solid hour of talk - the bruising around his throat was checked over and deemed not life-threatening (which he felt was obvious, but wasn't going to fight on) and Gladiolus' own injury, a slice that simply needed bandaged from a dagger the woman had tried to attack him with. Finally, his living room empties of Cor, Iris, the doctor, and Prompto, who'd hovered anxiously until Cor had dragged him out with Iris and the rest following behind to leave the two of them alone.
Not quite certain what to say, Ignis rises and trusts Gladiolus to follow him into the bedroom, heading for the closet to change into pajamas. Cautiously, hoping Gladiolus doesn't intend to make this a larger deal than it is: ]
Will you stay here tonight?
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Date: 2018-07-08 04:55 am (UTC)[ He senses a spiral when he hears one, and Gladio's gently nudging him to get his attention, to urge him to snap out of it because that's a slippery slope, darling. ]
You'll help me by letting me be around you, all right? I'm not gonna die on you or anything -- we've got too much to do.
[ Too much to get done in this world that Noctis has left them, and in the back of his mind Gladio has always wanted to propose to him, to officially make him his. After all, it's not like the President has to make strategic marriage plans for himself when diplomacy can do.
He strokes his cheek softly, gently. ] Too much I want to do with you.
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Date: 2018-07-08 05:11 am (UTC)[ Gladiolus tugs him out of it near effortlessly and Ignis drops his hands down to shove out of the pajamas he'd put on. Where normally he'd fold them up again and be fastidious, Gladiolus is solid and a wonderful distraction from his worries. His pajamas get shrugged off and slither off the side of the bed until Ignis is naked under the blankets with him. ]
I know it comes with the stances I've taken, but that it even happened...
[ Extremists will always happen but Ignis has tried a level of transparency that others have protested. Depending on why she was attacking him, it will tell him what the next steps to make. ]
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Date: 2018-07-08 05:55 am (UTC)[ Ignis shouldn't be sidetracked -- he's not here to make friends, he's here to make sure that Noctis' sacrifice needn't be in vain. Gladio helps him to remove his clothes, drawing him into his arms and feeling the way his skin rubs up against him, soft and intimate.
Like this, it's difficult to believe that Ignis is now the most powerful man in Lucis. He's kissing him back, slow and sweet, an arm wrapped around his waist. Now, too, Gladio will help him focus. ]
Your job is to make sure this country gets back on its feet -- leave out all the rest.
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Date: 2018-07-09 05:11 am (UTC)[ Ignis has always been the sort less prone to enjoying body hair on himself - he's fastidious to a fault, shaving his face every morning, and intermittently when the hair becomes too long, shaving elsewhere too. While he doesn't like it on himself, he finds that he loves it on Gladiolus, sliding a leg down between both of his, enjoying the coarse hair there. Without being able to see him, he relies on everything else, taste and touch and everything in between. One kiss, and then he pushes Gladiolus onto his back, shamelessly shifting up closer until he can drape himself over the broad length of him, arm around his waist, cheek pressed onto his shoulder. ]
I know my duty, but if anyone feels so strongly about what I'm doing that they're willing to kill and subsequently die for it, we need to sort out how to bring them in with everyone else.
[ There has to be a reason for it. It can't all be senseless. ]
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Date: 2018-07-09 05:25 am (UTC)[ Gladio says plainly. Ever since their adventure, he has taken to wearing something more conservative and elaborate, which means he no longer has to wax his chest.
And, of course, it means that Ignis has a bear for a lover. Hairy legs, hairy chest, the works. And, as it turns out, it isn't a dealbreaker for him.
He's smiling as Ignis snuggles, an arm protectively around his waist, sliding down to cop a feel and grope his ass, capturing his lips in a lazy kiss. ]
Maybe opening up dialogues would work? But you can disseminate that to your council of executives.
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Date: 2018-07-09 05:28 am (UTC)[ He might not be prince or king but he sounds remarkably like Noctis when he knows they're telling him what he needs to do and hear, but he doesn't like it. It's borderline sulky, even if Ignis would never call it that when asked.
Ignis traces the smile on Gladiolus' lips once he's been kissed again, stroking over the swell of his lower lip, skimming up over the arch of his nose just because he loves it. ]
I know. I know, Gladio, it's just - [ He can't sit idle and none of this requires he act yet because he doesn't have enough information to act and know it's the proper direction. ] This...felt easier, when it was Noct.
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Date: 2018-07-09 05:49 am (UTC)[ Gladio asks softly between kisses, lavishing him with open affection -- he gets it, baby. He gets it. Things are always easier with Noctis around, but he wants to hear Ignis share it with him anyway.
He's gently running his fingers through his lover's hair, pulling him closer. He's leaning into his touch, closing his eyes and almost purring at how lovely his touch is. ]
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Date: 2018-07-09 05:53 am (UTC)[ There wasn't much ruling in Noctis' time with Ignis at his side, something Ignis will always regret. Noctis would have made an amazing king if it weren't for the fact that the prophecy upended all of it.
Gladiolus' hand settles onto his ass and a hand runs through his hair, gentle and soothing even if he knows it won't fix the way it feels as if he's going to crawl out of his own skin. ]
The simplest answer is it's a different sort of duty, doing this, and I know I'm holding myself to unreasonable standards. Unsurprisingly, that doesn't make me feel better.
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Date: 2018-07-09 05:58 am (UTC)[ Gladio is smart, he can do that -- he can fulfill the role Ignis once filled. There is so much asked of Ignis now that Noctis is gone, and he can't help a pang of sympathy for him. He nuzzles close, breathing him in and deliberately keeping himself even, lending himself as an anchor for Ignis to hold on to. ]
You're doing really well, you know. Noctis would be impressed and proud. And possibly exhausted just watching you run around.
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Date: 2018-07-09 06:06 am (UTC)You're suggesting something that's going to be a job all on its own, aside from what you intend to do already. The truth is I need to be better about delegation and hire the assistant all of you are after me to obtain.
[ It's not a no, but Ignis is well aware of how exhausting it can be to have to take care of someone physically, mentally, and then to have to collate reports and go over everything in advance. Ignis drops an apologetic kiss onto Gladiolus' chin, missing his mouth and settles back down slowly, running his hand back and forth over Gladiolus' arm. ]
I do appreciate the thought, Gladio, even if I'm doing a piss-poor job of articulating it.
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Date: 2018-07-09 06:27 am (UTC)[ Gladio croons, accepting the kiss however he can find it. His fingers come up to trace under his eye, stroking over the soft scar tissue. It's strange how Ignis is even more beautiful because of this, and he sighs quietly. Ignis has been running himself to the ground near constantly, and Gladio just wants to do what he can to manage it.
He's nuzzling him, pulling him up against his fuzzy chest and tangling his limbs with his. ]
What about this, I'll see if I can get the report done up by early next week, latest. And we see where we go from there. Tonight, it's just you and me and this bed.
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Date: 2018-07-09 06:31 am (UTC)[ The joke loses most of its humor because Ignis is tired, but he smiles and kisses the hand wandering his face when it comes close enough all the same. It's sweet of him to offer, not just because of what they are and who, but because Ignis knows Gladiolus has his own tasks to attend to. They'll sort this out, though. They have to, failure is literally not an option. ]
That's an acceptable solution. No more talk about reports or meetings or duties.
[ Being cuddled by a man Gladiolus' size is always wonderful; Ignis is grateful he's not any taller or broader because they fit together so nicely and Ignis is all too eager to fold in closer, kissing his cheek. ]
Thank you. I know I don't say it enough.
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Date: 2018-07-09 06:35 am (UTC)[ Gladio says softly when Ignis snuggles. There's no reproach in his voice -- how can he, when he's doing the same? -- only a gentle wistfulness. The last thing Ignis needs is someone to nag him into subservience, but he's going to do that anyway because he just loves him that much.
Ignis fits in beautifully, too, perfectly, like he was made just for him. He's lifting his head for another kiss, desire simmering soft and low and he holds on to him a little tighter than he should.
The scar on his neck is jarring, unpleasant, and Gladio frowns at it, finding himself hating the sight of it -- a reminder that he almost lost him today. ]
And I love you. Very much. I don't know what I'd do without you.
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Date: 2018-07-10 03:32 am (UTC)[ As if that isn't patently untrue given the last few hours. That said, he likely could have killed the assassin if he'd had a moment more, but Gladiolus was nothing if not prompt and dedicated when it came to protecting Ignis and he's grateful he didn't have to fight more than he had already.
Tilting up for another kiss, Ignis sighs into it when he's tugged in closer, warm and comfortable. He loves Gladiolus too, of course, but the truth of it is if one of them lost the other, Ignis hopes that they would be able to keep going. He doesn't want to ask Gladiolus that of course, but he's pragmatic all the same.]
You and Prompto would find a way to push forward, as would I. None of us are strangers to loss.
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Date: 2018-07-10 03:36 am (UTC)[ He says simply. He and Prompto will go on, of course -- they always do. It doesn't mean it won't be keenly felt. His arm is possessive around him, and he exhales softly, tucking Ignis against his shoulder. ]
C'mon, rest. We'll handle this when morning comes. I'll put in the proposal for chief security officer, and we'll see where we go from there.