[ The thought's left unfinished, unintentionally sent rather than deleted, and if this were communicated on a phone he could throw across the room, take out some portion of his frustration on, he might be tempted to. But all he can do is curl a fist, teeth grit as his eyes shut and he welcomes a second of darkness.
All it takes is a mental image of damaged, white eyes with a pearly unseeing gaze for his to open again, feeling nauseated. Ignis... fuck, Ignis, why the fuck is all of this happening? ]
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[ The thought's left unfinished, unintentionally sent rather than deleted, and if this were communicated on a phone he could throw across the room, take out some portion of his frustration on, he might be tempted to. But all he can do is curl a fist, teeth grit as his eyes shut and he welcomes a second of darkness.
All it takes is a mental image of damaged, white eyes with a pearly unseeing gaze for his to open again, feeling nauseated. Ignis... fuck, Ignis, why the fuck is all of this happening? ]
How did it happen, do you know?