Writing Prompt Wednesday: Loveless and Life


Okay, everyone! True confession here…

I am a Final Fantasy Fangirl. I love the series. And while I haven’t had the time to beat Final Fantasy XV, I have had the time to watch the cutscene movies posted on YouTube.

Now, as much as I will praise the beauty of the game, some of the story… a LOT of the story has been left out. So, when I came across two characters like Ignis and Aranea, and a ten year time jump where we have no idea what’s going on with 3 of your 4 party members… yeah. It’s fanfiction time!!! I may post this. I may not. I’m thinking I will, if and ONLY if I end up doing 2 more prompts for Prompto and Gladiolus. If you have any thoughts, let me know. Now, on with the show!!!

This week’s sentence: If I could, I would give you the world.

*****(c) Dawn Ibanez 2017 All right reserved***

“If I could, I would give you the world.”

She wanted to smile as they continued to trek on through the wasteland to their campsite. His accented tenor always struck her as musical during quiet moments. But she wasn’t sure of his reason for picking that quote. “The world is quite a gift, but someone with true power would give me the stars,” she recited.

He turned his head in her direction. “You know Loveless?”

“Try not to be so surprised, Specs.” She gently nudged his shoulder, careful not to throw him off balance. “My sister was obsessed with that play. She thought it was so tragic and romantic.”

“What about you?” he asked. “Did secretly love it as much as your sister?”

“I thought it was a piece of shit.” She glanced at his face noting how the muscles in his jaw loosened, but he never opened his mouth. “The hero did nothing but whine because he thought he wasn’t worthy of anyone’s love when in reality the woman that truly loved him got herself killed trying to protect him. Then, he goes off to war in her honor, only to die a stupid death.”

Ignis chuckled. “Yes, when told that way, I can see where the story may have some holes.” He paused and tilted his head to the side. “Aranea, do you hear?” he asked in a whisper.

She straightened as she looked around the area. Even blind, Ignis was more capable than most of the men in her army. Her eyes narrowed at the bushes moving in the distance. She frowned as she saw the furred hide of one of the beasts that prowled the wasteland. “I see one,” she said softly. Their conversation about that annoying play would have to wait until they were in a safe place. Her eyes continued to scan the terrain. The darkness was a hindrance, but it couldn’t be helped.

And she would never be so crass as to say mention the darkness to Ignis. He was adjusting to his blindness. His adventures and talks with her in the months since the Prince’s disappearance taught her that while he bounced back from his injuries. But that never meant he didn’t have his own self-deprecating moments. Aranea hated when he fell into those moments. Most of the time, it was almost impossible to break him out of them.

Before she could turn, Ignis pushed her back and attacked with his lance. Her eyes were round as she heard the high-pitched whine of the daemon dying on the end of the weapon. She pressed her lips together as she summoned her javelin and realized they had a larger problem than she thought.

They were surrounded by daemons, and the campsite was still too far to run.

She took up her place at his back. “I count six,” she told him. “Including the one in the bushes.”

“I hear the same,” he replied.

Aranea reached her free arm around his waist. “Things are going to get a little cold,” she said before banishing her weapon and summoning a spell orb. Before Ignis could say anything, she threw the orb down at their feet. “Move!” she bellowed. She turned and locked her arms around his waist as they ran. The area they stood quickly frosted over and lightning crashed around them. Aranea made sure he kept his pace with her. Once they were out of immediate danger she loosened her grip on his waist and transferred it to his hand.

“Aranea,” he warned.

She slowed her run. If they needed, she could always throw him over her shoulder and take off. But she needed him to realize he was more than some tragic hero in a shit play. He had a disability, but that didn’t mean he was worthless and unlovable. “I hate that fucking play,” she hissed as she continued to lead him to their campsite.

He was silent as they went on. Aranea silently fumed, even as she acknowledged she had no clue why she was upset. But as she saw the glowing lamps of the campsite haven, she realized they never dropped each other’s hand. “Ignis,” she whispered as she moved to release him.

He tightened his grip. “I’m curious,” he started. “What would you say to someone who offered you the world?”

“I wouldn’t want it,” she admitted. She then turned to the campsite and lead him through the magical barriers that kept the daemons at bay. “I barely like controlling an army. Having a world to govern isn’t my thing.”

He nodded as he removed his pack. “As one of the King’s circle, I could be tasked with helping rebuild parts of Insomnia or other sections of the world.”

She knew what he wasn’t saying. “And I could be offered a job and be away for months on end,” she said easily.

He grinned in that self-deprecating way again. “Off seeing the world, or whatever is left of it.”

Aranea dropped her pack and turned to him. “Do you regret going to Altissia?” She waited for him to turn towards her and folded her arms over her chest. “Do you regret saving all of those people? Do you regret your service to Noctis?”

He stood and faced her fully. “Never,” he snapped.

“Then stop acting like it!” she shouted at him. When he stopped, she continued. “You think we all help you because we pity you? Like you’re some sort of tragic victim because you can’t see? We help you because we respect you!”

He turned his face away from her. “You grabbed me because I couldn’t see.”

“I let you run under your own power because I didn’t want you to think I thought you were weak.”

“With the others….”

“I would have thrown Prompto over my shoulder in a heartbeat. I’m faster and stronger than you boys. That doesn’t mean I respect any of you any less than what you deserve.” She ran her hands through her hair and started to pace across the campsite. The anger she felt since the beginning of their conversation started to boil in her. “I probably would have left Gladiolus to his fate simply because he’s trained to take magic hits like that. So yes, I helped you get out of a dangerous situation. Just like I would have for any of my comrades.” She stood in front of him and lowered her hands. “You’re acting like a child, and it’s breaking my heart. Stop it.”

Ignis swallowed as he reached forward for her. “I cannot offer you the world,” he said softly.

She stood still as he brought his hands up to her face and gently traced her features. “Never wanted the world,” she said again. When he frowned at her, she smiled. “I know you’re trying to be all poetic and trying to tell me how you feel without saying how you feel. But I don’t care. I understand the meaning of your duty to the crown, and I would never expect you to choose me over Noctis. I don’t want riches or the world. I don’t even want the stars in the sky. I just want you, Specs.”

His hands dropped from her face. “You don’t mean that,” he said before turning to the tent at his feet.

Aranea nodded as she moved away from him and went to her own pack. She wouldn’t chase him around like a lovesick teen. She had more self-respect than that. As she quickly moved to build the fire, she thought about everything she knew about the royal retainer.

It wasn’t much. He would only let her know tidbits of his life before Noctis disappeared. He was the one that took care of everyone. He was the chief medic and master strategist. He was also the group’s chef. Aranea could remember a few times when she would hear him mumbling about spices or a recipe he mentally put together.

Nearly an hour passed as they unpacked supplies. Aranea sat in a chair as he started to cook dinner for them both. “I could help with that,” she offered.

“I have it,” he replied. He held up one of the glass bottles with seasoning in it. “Prompto had these made a month ago.”

She made a noise of approval when she saw that the glass bottle was engraved. “He’s a good friend.” She reached into her bag and pulled out her canteen.

“He was the first person to befriend the king when he was in school.” Ignis went back to preparing the meal. “When the offer was given to him to train to be a part of the Kingsguard, he was honestly surprised. Then he went into it with guns blazing.” He chuckled at his own pun before carrying the stewpot to the fire.

Aranea smiled as she watched him with his defenses down. She leaned back in her chair and waited for him to continue his tales.

The smirk on his face faded as he faced the fire. “There was a young woman that asked what you are. She knew I was dedicated to my duties at the palace. She said she was fine with it. I loved her in every way I knew. But it wasn’t enough. She wanted the stars in the sky, and I couldn’t even give her the world.”

“So you give up on living because a child didn’t know what she could and couldn’t handle.” She shook her head. “And I thought you were the smart one.” She stood and started to pace again.

He frowned as he also stood straight. “I did not give up on life,” he argued.

“You gave up on living. There’s a difference.” She crossed the campsite and stood in front of him. “Everything you do is for Noctis. Everything.”

“That is my duty.”

“Noctis is gone. And he may not come back.”

“I can’t think that way.” Ignis shook his head and stepped away from Aranea and the fire. “I won’t think that way.”

“How long are you going to live in stasis waiting for something that may not happen for years? You could grow old and die off before he comes back. And you would never have known how to live.”

“What about you?” he asked in turn. He marched over to her and curled his hands into fists. “All of this talk about living, you could be killed at any moment.”

“But I will never regret the way I lived.” She looked reached forward and ignored his flinch when she took off his glasses. Aranea took his face in both of her hands and pressed their foreheads together. “The things that I have done, yes. Reasons behind those things, yes. But I will never say I didn’t live a full life.”

His hands mirrored her actions and his shoulders fell. “I will demand every ounce of you in return,” he said softly.

“Nothing between us,” she said in the same tone. “Not when we’re together.”

Ignis turned his head slightly and covered her mouth with his. Aranea’s hands went into his hair he kissed her. Her world felt righted as he pulled her closer to his body. His lean form was hidden well by his clothes, but she could feel the corded muscles underneath his suit. She moaned when he took down her ponytail. With the way he held her and tangled his hands in her hair, she knew he would make demands of her.

And she was more than willing to give in to them.

He softened the pressure of his lips slightly before letting her go. “I should really get back to dinner,” he told her.

She smiled and nodded at him. “You do that. I’ll keep watch.”

As they parted, Aranea noticed that he had taken one of her hands as was holding on to her. “All you want is me?” he asked, once again unsure.

“All of me, for all of you,” she told him.

“And when Noctis returns? If I have to leave you? Or if you need to leave me?”

She smiled and placed his hand against her heart. “I’ll come back to you. Even if you don’t promise to wait. I’ll return knowing you’ll be here.”

He pulled her back into his embrace. “I could grow to hate that blasted play,” he mumbled before sealing their pact with a kiss.


The other two fics I have in mind are for PromptoxIris and GladioxCindy. Don’t be too surprised if they turn up here!

Dawn 🙂

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