I’m Still Here *Private*

[Leafwing12]

Ardyn frowned, looking over at Gladio. He saw him struggling under Ignis. “...I’ve worked with demons, Night. There isn’t any cure.” Ardyn said.

[dannychan]

he scowled at ardyn. "fine. then i guess i'm doing this the hard way." he muttered and plunged his hand into ledolas's chest.

[Leafwing12]

Ardyn frowned, taking a step back. He frowned, moving away and heading over to Gladio. He knealt down, eyeing Gladio. He closed his eyes for a momemt before opening them. They were the same yellow color as Gladio’s and it looked like he had the same black goo dripping down from his eyes.

“Gladio, I need you to relax.” Ardyn said. Gladio met Ardyn’s haze after a momemt and relaxed. Ignis frowned, moving away from Gladio. “Good.” Ardyn said. He then stood up, Gladio getting up as well. “Now, put down your sword. These people aren’t going to hurt you.” Ardyn said.

Gladio nodded, dropping the sword by his side

[dannychan]

once ledolas was dead, he moved away and looked at gladio. he sighed softly and moved over, gently raising a hand to set on his cheek. "hello there, child." he mumbled. "close your eyes."

[Leafwing12]

Gladio tenses up, about to attack Night. Ardyn rose a hand. “Gladio, Stop.” He said. “Let him help you.” He said. Gladio relaxed after a momemt. He did as told and closed his eyes

[dannychan]

he nodded and suddenly the both of them were enveloped in stars and disappeared.

[Leafwing12]

Ardyn took a step back. Ignis’s eyes widened. He looked around before moving over to Noctis. He started looking them obed

[dannychan]

skip?? :^)

[Leafwing12]

(Sure)

It was a month later. The group was hanging out together. Night and Gladio have been gone this whole time. No one heard a word from them. Ignis knew Noctis was taking the pretty hard. Ignis was currently standing alongside the throne, glancing down at Noctis. He set a hand on his shoukder. “You shoukd rest, Noct. I know you have t been sleeping well these past few weeks.” He said

[dannychan]

noct looked up, scratching the stubble that had started to form. "i can't.." he mumbled.