Gladio grunted and gave a quick wave when he saw Ignis leaving, trusting the other to be able to handle himself where he wouldn't have let Noct or Prompto go out alone. He managed to get the tent halfway up before he realized something was wrong, and completely up before he had to admit it to himself something was really wrong. It was getting hard to concentrate because of the heat burning just under his skin. A fever?
When the tent was set up, he moved off behind it, sitting on the edge of the haven and letting his head drop into his hands. No, this was more than a fever. Something was definitely wrong. His mouth was watering, his body on fire, and it felt like with every passing second it was getting harder to think. He needed something, and his whole body felt like-
He didn't know the moment that he lost the firm grip on his superego and the ID took over.
The feeling of being watched. That would be the first hint that Ignis got, the instincts that sparring and time out here in the wild had started to hone. Something was nearby, but it was moving on silent feet, hidden in the brush. As the sun dipped closer to the horizon, it still wasn't time for daemons, but something was out there and watching him.
/stalkstalk
When the tent was set up, he moved off behind it, sitting on the edge of the haven and letting his head drop into his hands. No, this was more than a fever. Something was definitely wrong. His mouth was watering, his body on fire, and it felt like with every passing second it was getting harder to think. He needed something, and his whole body felt like-
He didn't know the moment that he lost the firm grip on his superego and the ID took over.
The feeling of being watched. That would be the first hint that Ignis got, the instincts that sparring and time out here in the wild had started to hone. Something was nearby, but it was moving on silent feet, hidden in the brush. As the sun dipped closer to the horizon, it still wasn't time for daemons, but something was out there and watching him.