You’ll reach up and you’ll rise again // Private

[Leafwing12]

Gladio was silent as he spoke. He kept him close, rubbing his back. “...It’s going to be okay Ignis. I’m sure he didn’t mean to say that to you.” He whisoered

[dannychan]

he whimpered, nuzzling into his chest. “h-he seemed pretty serious to m-me..” he said.

[Leafwing12]

Gladio frowned, shushing him. "...Ignis, he's been stressed out and hasn't been sleeping properly. You're the only family that boy has left. We've all seen how much he looks to you for guidance and to gain your approval. He wouldn't just push you away like this." He murmured

[dannychan]

he sighed shakily and shook his head. “he wouldn’t have said it if he didn’t believe it.” he muttered and moved away. “i’m.. in going to bed.” he mumbled.

[Leafwing12]

Gladio watched him, sighing. He then nodded, looking away.

[dannychan]

he moved to the bedroom, trembling still and slowly crawling into bed.

[Leafwing12]

(Wanna skip?)

[dannychan]

ye ye iggy is gonna do a bad so

[Leafwing12]

(Oh, okay. Wanna start or me?)

[dannychan]

hmmm i will

Ignis had been avoiding noct like the plague. he would never stay long enough for the male to apologise, too afraid nick might say something else.. but hebcouldnt handle this. with work weighing down his shoulders, and gladio having to take a few extra hours because of some threats to noct.. he was all alone. it was around lunch time, and he was in his and gladio’s apartment, staring into the fridge and at a whiskey bottle. he closed his eyes and took the bottle, starting to drink its contents before moving to run the sink and splash his face with water. he knew what he was thinking would only make matters worse, but..
he moved to the knife stand and pressed his thumb to the blade, blood pulling from it and he let out a shaky sigh, sitting and leaning against the stove. though.. he didn’t want to dirty his knives, so he mumbled something to himself and left, whisky bottle still in hand. he knew where noct kept the regalia, so he moved in, opened the door and hot wired it. he was almost glad they kept it in such a tiny space. he slowly crawled into the back seat, listening to noct’s favourite station play as the little garage grew more and more fogged with engine exhaust(?), slowly drinking his whiskey.

/don’t forget triggers!!