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hugtopia_logs2020-03-05 04:59 pm
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♥ Who: Ignis & you!
♥ Where: The residential areas, Ainea’s temple, and various other places in the city!
♥ When: March
♥ What: Ignis keeps himself busy. That’s what he’s good at, especially in the face of friends and family disappearing or being ill.
♥ Rating: G, PG? There shouldn’t be anything too bad, will update if necessary!
homemade target practice; (residential area)
[The target isn’t much to look at, at first. It’s what seems to be a couch pillow, propped up against the wall of the house that Ignis has been calling home with Regis and Cor. It’s positioned as far away from the windows as Ignis could get it, and that’s going to be good enough for now. Maybe, some day, he’ll get a proper target, but for now he’s making due.
(He’ll have to apologize to Regis, when he wakes up, for destroying the pillow. Definitely when, and not if.)
There’s a lance - a peculiar looking lance, that seems to have an engine, for some reason? - propped against the wall, and Ignis holds a pair of rather elaborate daggers. The man raises and lowers them for a moment, as if testing their weight and balance, before tossing one into the air.
...And kicking it.
It changes course, piercing the cushion with a dull noise. Ignis approaches the slain softness, reaching out with curious fingers to see where it landed.]
Could be better…
[And with that, he pulls the dagger free.]
taking care of worry warts; (ainea’s temple)
[Ignis is concerned for Regis - of course he is. The man has gone to sleep, and from what he’s gleaned from others, he’s...changing. And nobody has any idea when - or if - he’ll wake up. It’s enough to cause panic, but…
Ignis is nothing if not practical. He has the time to worry here, but he doesn’t want to let himself get consumed by it. Things aren’t helped by the disappearance of Lunafreya, either, so he can’t blame people for being afraid.
(He can’t blame himself for being afraid.)
Still, fear and worry are no reason not to take care of yourself. He slips in holding a thermos, and he approaches with enough noise to mark his arrival.]
I brought soup. You should eat.
[And no, he won’t take “no” or “I’m not hungry” for an answer.]
city rumbling; (various!)
[The earthquakes are concerning. The fact the locals are excited about the earthquakes is, somehow, more concerning. A sign? Any sign or warning like this isn’t good, and Ignis isn’t particularly keen to live through any sort of natural disaster. It was bad enough when it was Titan shaking the earth - at least they knew what was happening.
Still, the quakes don’t stop him from getting out into the city. He can be found just about anywhere - in cafes and shops, near the wall. He goes where he pleases, cane in hand as he makes his way through the city.
It’s...nice, here.]
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♥ Where: The residential areas, Ainea’s temple, and various other places in the city!
♥ When: March
♥ What: Ignis keeps himself busy. That’s what he’s good at, especially in the face of friends and family disappearing or being ill.
♥ Rating: G, PG? There shouldn’t be anything too bad, will update if necessary!
homemade target practice; (residential area)
[The target isn’t much to look at, at first. It’s what seems to be a couch pillow, propped up against the wall of the house that Ignis has been calling home with Regis and Cor. It’s positioned as far away from the windows as Ignis could get it, and that’s going to be good enough for now. Maybe, some day, he’ll get a proper target, but for now he’s making due.
(He’ll have to apologize to Regis, when he wakes up, for destroying the pillow. Definitely when, and not if.)
There’s a lance - a peculiar looking lance, that seems to have an engine, for some reason? - propped against the wall, and Ignis holds a pair of rather elaborate daggers. The man raises and lowers them for a moment, as if testing their weight and balance, before tossing one into the air.
...And kicking it.
It changes course, piercing the cushion with a dull noise. Ignis approaches the slain softness, reaching out with curious fingers to see where it landed.]
Could be better…
[And with that, he pulls the dagger free.]
taking care of worry warts; (ainea’s temple)
[Ignis is concerned for Regis - of course he is. The man has gone to sleep, and from what he’s gleaned from others, he’s...changing. And nobody has any idea when - or if - he’ll wake up. It’s enough to cause panic, but…
Ignis is nothing if not practical. He has the time to worry here, but he doesn’t want to let himself get consumed by it. Things aren’t helped by the disappearance of Lunafreya, either, so he can’t blame people for being afraid.
(He can’t blame himself for being afraid.)
Still, fear and worry are no reason not to take care of yourself. He slips in holding a thermos, and he approaches with enough noise to mark his arrival.]
I brought soup. You should eat.
[And no, he won’t take “no” or “I’m not hungry” for an answer.]
city rumbling; (various!)
[The earthquakes are concerning. The fact the locals are excited about the earthquakes is, somehow, more concerning. A sign? Any sign or warning like this isn’t good, and Ignis isn’t particularly keen to live through any sort of natural disaster. It was bad enough when it was Titan shaking the earth - at least they knew what was happening.
Still, the quakes don’t stop him from getting out into the city. He can be found just about anywhere - in cafes and shops, near the wall. He goes where he pleases, cane in hand as he makes his way through the city.
It’s...nice, here.]
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[So, big shock- they're just dumbasses who failed to communicate. That's a familiar story. Isn't that the way it always goes with him?]
I wondered if maybe... it was because of what happened.
[His hand half-lifts, retreats before it can connect. He's never touched the marks on Ignis' face, he doesn't know what it is that happened. But he can guess, based on what little he knows of the future, how bad things potentially get, how devoted and protective Ignis is. Something happened to him, to prevent him from saving Luna. Something happened to Ignis, while he couldn't protect his friends, either.]
I figured you'd done enough already, so... it's okay if you need some "you" time.
[Whatever happened to Ignis, it's a terrible price he's paid. It's more than Noctis deserves.]
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Ah-
[He feels the shift in the air as Noctis raises his hand, and he braces himself for the touch that doesn't come. He blinks the one eye that can still move, seeing nothing but dark shapes and the vaguest hint of light from the room, and he hesitates, for a moment.]
...You can touch them, if you wish.
[Though he couldn't blame Noctis for not wanting to touch his scars. He has no idea how they look, but he knows his one eye can no longer even open, has felt the bumpy, raised texture of them, so he knows they're not pretty.
Still, he would give Noctis anything. If Noctis wants to touch the disfigurement, he's welcome to.]
Maybe I could, but I don't want that to come at your expense. If you need me...I want to be there.
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He'd let Ignis touch his, though, just as Ignis is allowing now. And a part of him just... needs to know.
Steeling himself, he brushes his fingers lightly across the marred skin under Ignis's eye, brows furrowing. Burns. He knows burns, has felt plenty even if they didn't scar like this, growing up learning magic with plenty of mistakes made, as it was always his worst ability. What could have caused this? Why wasn't he there for it, and why wasn't it healed? What happened? Like with Luna, he wants to know, wants to stop it, but the idea of knowing and failing anyway feels wretched, too, a wall in his throat blocking the question. If Ignis wanted him to know, surely he would have said it by now.]
...Don't think it's ever been about "need", Specs.
[They're both adults, fully functional and mature enough (even if to varying degrees) to exist separately and survive without technically needing the other. That hasn't been the point of their relationship for a very long time now.]
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[It's strange, being touched when you can't anticipate it. He offered, so he doesn't pull back, but he's still not expecting the brush of fingers against his skin.
The sensation is dulled by scar tissue, but dull feeling doesn't mean no feeling. His other eye closes, sending him into complete darkness instead of just shadows and light, and he presses his lips together.
After a moment, he sighs.]
I was...afraid of what would happen, were you to leave this place. I needed to...learn how to live without you.
[There's more to it, than that. There's the fact that Noctis' death is looming over Ignis, completely unignorable, but...
He can't let Noctis know about that.]
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That's... stupid. When someone leaves you have to get used to living without them. Might as well enjoy what you can while they're around.
[He doesn't really understand the sentiment; Ignis lived without him before his arrival, he can learn to live like that again if he vanishes. And sure, if the distance is what Ignis wants or needs, he can respect that wish. It hurts, but he's not a little kid anymore.
Now, though, having lost Luna, he cherishes every moment he had with her while she was here. The thought of living with the regret of not doing so... he can't imagine that. And he doesn't wish it upon Ignis either.]
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The words get caught in his throat, and when he lets out his breath it's shaky. After a moment he shakes his head, as if to clear his thoughts.]
I suppose you're right. [A rueful smile.] I was already acting like it was a done deal...
[Which it is, in a way, but... He still has to have some hope that things can be changed.]
But... Things can't go back to how they once were, but... They could be close.
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Did I do something wrong?
But that's just making it about him again, isn't it? And wasn't that the problem to start with, Ignis splitting himself off for Noct's sake? Ignis always putting Noct first? Ignis protecting him, taking care of him, orbiting around him while all Noct can do is complain, what a nag-
He shuts his mouth, the final time, and he looks down.]
...Sounds good to me.
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He squeezes Noct's hand, pulling it into his lap. His thumb rubs a slow circle against the back of his hand, and he leans into the younger man.
He opens his mouth, considering what he could say, all the thoughts and feelings swirling in his mind, before sighing.]
When your father wakes up, we should...have a meal at our home. I'll cook, of course.
[Dimly, he feels like a coward.]
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Sure hope so. I've gotten some practice in, but you probably still don't want me cooking.
[A peace offering, of sorts; just as Ignis said, there's no going back. A king pushes onward always. He'll accept the consequences of... whatever went wrong, here, he'll do what he can to make things right. It'll be enough to hold on to this friendship. it has to be. Losing Ignis on top of everything would be too awful to fathom, and his heart can't even comprehend it right now.]