Requiesce in pace, or rest in peace, title will make sense later on.
He was an utter fraud.
The mask he had donned was cracking, chipped away at by the very person he was hiding from the most. Propriety, duty, the sheer stupidity of how he felt were the only things keeping that mask in place at all. But it was slipping. Day by day it was slipping.
And he couldn’t stop it.
Ignis was no longer sure he wanted to.
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25 Nov 2018