The voice was what hit him first. That rumble, followed by his own name slowly silenced the growl, but Ignis remained tense. Every muscle seemed locked into place, even when Gladio's familiar scent washed over him. After a moment, the brilliant green faded as Ignis closed his eyes, his hand moving to scrub across his face as if trying to brush something away from his skin.
"Something's wrong-"
That scent of fear was still there, curling around Ignis even as he scratched at his cheek. He had no idea what was happening to him and clearly, that lack of knowledge disturbed him.
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Date: 2018-03-01 03:02 am (UTC)"Something's wrong-"
That scent of fear was still there, curling around Ignis even as he scratched at his cheek. He had no idea what was happening to him and clearly, that lack of knowledge disturbed him.