Ignis never cared much for the human desires. Whether he liked it or not, he was never really human in the first place. He was a spirit at heart, creating bridges that transcend through the eyes of man.
And here he was, stranded on some random realm with different people, yet he felt a strange connection to them. He knows that they're all fighting for one cause.
He was tasked to make a bonfire, as a means of warmth for them all. He sighs, struggling to create fire. Ignis looked around, searching for anything else that could light up the campfire.
If Agni was here-
He shakes his head before he could continue those thoughts. There is no 'if.' Agni isn't here anymore, he says to himself as much as it pains his heart to say it. Its just reality.
No word of Agni has been said ever since he was gone. Everyday Ignis looks up at the sun, the heat burns him yet he bathes in it's warmth. The sun was the last trace of Agni, the last piece of his soul that Ignis could keep of him forever.
Was it just a mere coincidence that their names meant the same? Could their souls be intertwined?
Ignis remembers one starry night, when Agni still shone bright.
Evelynn chuckled, "do you realize that your names basically mean the same thing?" It was a casual comment, yet it echoed in his mind every second of the day.
"Huh. Now that I think about it, you're right." Agni said, giving himself a handful of chicken on his plate.
"Its fate, I think." Whisper said, "Ignis and Agni are like glued to eachother."
Then Catherine in all her childish glory sang, "Ignis and Agni, sitting in a tree K-I-S-S-I-N-G!"
Aery giggled, covering her mouth with her palm. Agni scowled, his face as red as his hair, "stop that!"
Ignis had stayed silent that time, unknowing of what to say, embarassed yet fascinated. He thought of their fates connected with a red thread, wishing they could be more.
His eyes met Aery's shut ones. Ignis always thought she didn't belong here. Her clean, pale hands proved to be untouched unlike the rest of them, her crystallized crown seemed to gleam in purity, but he knew not to be fooled by her calm demeanor and serene face.
He has seen her way of fighting, it was certainly not beautiful like her butterflies, yet it was still elegant in a way. A graceful dance of brutality. Much like her butterflies, she glides as the wind does and twists the sword into the poor soul, swift as possible.
Ignis pities those who had faced her before as an enemy.
Her dark lashes fluttered briefly, she turned to look in his direction, as if she can sense him.
A small smile flickers briefly on her face. "Do you need any help?" she asks, voice soft and airy like a windy breeze at the beach.
"..yes." He answers, he didn't like to admit that he needed help sometimes. He watches Aery's every move as she walks to his poor attempt on a makeshift 'campfire'.
She sits down infront of him, the ground below her was harsh and he wonders if she could feel the sharp, prickles of the earth in her knees.
Her gentle fingers brushed against the rough log, she grabs a piece of flint and the steel striker. Aery holds the flint firmly, then struck it against the steel. Ignis winces at the sharp and metallic sound ringing in his ears.
Before Aery could strike again, Catherine yelled.
"Code red, code red!"
