It’s always good to hear Ignis go on a rant. Not only because he’s learned that’s the alpha’s way to unwind –which cool, and he’s glad to be of help-, but because Ignis’ on a rant can be scathingly savage. The greatest source of entertainment. He’s heard the greatest burns (and puns, let’s be honest) in the world from Ignis going on a rampage.
It also helps that tonight he’s thrashing the Honorable Noble Houses of the Council. He recognizes one of the names as the fatty with a balding head that was sniffing all the time about how ‘improper it was for Regis Droit du Seigneur to attend His Majesty’s wedding and be allowed a place of Honor’. He had turned red and purple when Luna had declared that Camelia Claustra (an omega) would be the one to walk her to the altar. Never mind that she’s pretty much the Regent of Altissia and one of the most badass people he knows.
“…for a famed literate, it’s a pity his words were most inopportune”
“Does that mean he couldn’t read the atmosphere?”
“Certainly enough to be sentenced”
Prompto dissolves in laughter and after a while Ignis unwinds enough to move onto what’s happened on his journeys.
“She’s going to steal one of us away. Either you with a ring or me.” He admits cheerfully after a long enthusiastic tirade about Nova Nilfheim’s new engagement laws. Once upon a time he had a silly crush on the dragoon. It pretty much died when she began asking him about his ‘bespectacled friend. You know, tall thin, knows how to handle his spears?’ It was pretty much buried when he caught sight of a faint blush on his friend after relying a message. Gladio had let a good catch go, sucks for him, Ignis deserved better than to be second fiddle to Lady Whatever Whatnot.
“I’d be cautious of the belief of her doing the taking.” Ingis hums conspirationally, looking very ominous with the faint smoke of recently made ebony.
Prompto snorts.
“Try to take her away from Nova Nilfheim Ig, see what happens.” Aranea was protective and proud of her City. Like a true dragoness with her treasure. Nova Nilfheim, despite its name, was less of a recognized empire and more of an established colony. A couple of buildings compared to Lestallum. Certainly a century or so to go before going somewhere close to the size of Gralea. But it was theirs, it was Nilfheim, it was home.
It was sustainable too. Bursting with sturdy people that did not shy away from hard work and dreamt big and hopeful.
There is a premeditate pause before he asks “Would you take their side?” That was more than an innocuous question. Prompto wonders just how many people know about her offer. Ignis he could understand, now that he thinks about it, Cor most likely knew too.
“I don’t know. Did you take Iris side when Gladio was against her courting Cindy?” he deflects mildly, and slurps his smoothie. Whatever the fruits Ignis chose tonight, this is a killer combination.
“You didn’t either. Though I remember your reasoning to be frivolous,” Ignis concedes blandly. There is a little quirk on those thin lips and a familiar jab, but Prompto knows Ignis doesn’t mean it to be cruel. He’s able to read his cues and nuances pretty well after years of being together as friends.
“I didn’t want to help the competition.” He points with false indignation.
If snorting wasn’t so beneath Ignis station he would have done so by now. “Figures. I will tell her not to invite you to her wedding”
“Wedding?!”
So there was not going to be a wedding (thank the Six) but the courtship was a thing now that Iris was of age to actually pursue Cindy lawfully. However, it was enough to bring to his attention how much he had missed since his task on the rebuilding efforts.
How long has it been since he saw them? Two months? Three? It brought things to perspective. He had called, some daily others weekly, and he had sent pictures too. But it was nowhere near enough as to having them close –and this was just Ignis. He expects it to be worse with Gladio. He’s pretty sure he would not want to leave the room if he ever gets an afternoon with Noctis and Luna together.
He had missed this closeness, the scent of Ignis and his banter. The coziness of familiarity, the sound of footsteps of his flat, the sight and sensation of the leather chair, and the cool tiles of the kitchen counter.
Would you take their side?
It is harder to find the resolution to go away now that he’s back. Prompto closes his eyes for a little, losing himself in the smell of Insomnia, the sounds of the city bustling around him so unlike the open fields and constructions in Nova Nilfheim or the sound of waves and water in Altissia. Something whispers home in the smog and the rush of the city that never sleeps.
It is easier to bury miles away from it, but impossible to deny while in it.
Could he really follow through and accept Aranea’s offer?
He can stay in Lucis. He can even go to the reconstructed Altissia and drop by Claustra. The brand on his wrist just reminds him of somewhere he’s needed the most.
Alright that’s it. Enough of Ardyn things for the day. For the month. Promise? Promise.
He’ll have to talk about it with Noctis too. Maybe see if he can be an exchange envoy of goodwill of sorts for a few years if he decides to go. He’s not aware of all the bureaucratic procedures that must entail, or the nobility diplomatic nonsense he’ll have to learn and do. If Prompto were meaner, he would seed some suspicion about how opportune it was that more than half of the noble houses of Lucis had a few survivors from the siege of Insomnia.
It’ll be fine though, Ignis can get it done –and if Noctis decrees it with Luna’s approval no one will complain. (To his face at the very least) The problem would be convincing Gladio it is for the best, but manageable. He did that before when he had gone to the frontlines while Gladio stood behind to guard Luna alongside Nyx and Ignis decided to train and become stronger in Lestallum during the Years of Darkness.
He’ll just have to convince himself first if that’s something he wants to do. But that’s what a choice is all about anyway.
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Date: 2017-03-08 01:40 am (UTC)It also helps that tonight he’s thrashing the Honorable Noble Houses of the Council. He recognizes one of the names as the fatty with a balding head that was sniffing all the time about how ‘improper it was for Regis Droit du Seigneur to attend His Majesty’s wedding and be allowed a place of Honor’. He had turned red and purple when Luna had declared that Camelia Claustra (an omega) would be the one to walk her to the altar. Never mind that she’s pretty much the Regent of Altissia and one of the most badass people he knows.
“…for a famed literate, it’s a pity his words were most inopportune”
“Does that mean he couldn’t read the atmosphere?”
“Certainly enough to be sentenced”
Prompto dissolves in laughter and after a while Ignis unwinds enough to move onto what’s happened on his journeys.
“She’s going to steal one of us away. Either you with a ring or me.” He admits cheerfully after a long enthusiastic tirade about Nova Nilfheim’s new engagement laws. Once upon a time he had a silly crush on the dragoon. It pretty much died when she began asking him about his ‘bespectacled friend. You know, tall thin, knows how to handle his spears?’ It was pretty much buried when he caught sight of a faint blush on his friend after relying a message. Gladio had let a good catch go, sucks for him, Ignis deserved better than to be second fiddle to Lady Whatever Whatnot.
“I’d be cautious of the belief of her doing the taking.” Ingis hums conspirationally, looking very ominous with the faint smoke of recently made ebony.
Prompto snorts.
“Try to take her away from Nova Nilfheim Ig, see what happens.” Aranea was protective and proud of her City. Like a true dragoness with her treasure. Nova Nilfheim, despite its name, was less of a recognized empire and more of an established colony. A couple of buildings compared to Lestallum. Certainly a century or so to go before going somewhere close to the size of Gralea. But it was theirs, it was Nilfheim, it was home.
It was sustainable too. Bursting with sturdy people that did not shy away from hard work and dreamt big and hopeful.
There is a premeditate pause before he asks “Would you take their side?”
That was more than an innocuous question. Prompto wonders just how many people know about her offer. Ignis he could understand, now that he thinks about it, Cor most likely knew too.
“I don’t know. Did you take Iris side when Gladio was against her courting Cindy?” he deflects mildly, and slurps his smoothie. Whatever the fruits Ignis chose tonight, this is a killer combination.
“You didn’t either. Though I remember your reasoning to be frivolous,” Ignis concedes blandly. There is a little quirk on those thin lips and a familiar jab, but Prompto knows Ignis doesn’t mean it to be cruel. He’s able to read his cues and nuances pretty well after years of being together as friends.
“I didn’t want to help the competition.” He points with false indignation.
If snorting wasn’t so beneath Ignis station he would have done so by now. “Figures. I will tell her not to invite you to her wedding”
“Wedding?!”
So there was not going to be a wedding (thank the Six) but the courtship was a thing now that Iris was of age to actually pursue Cindy lawfully. However, it was enough to bring to his attention how much he had missed since his task on the rebuilding efforts.
How long has it been since he saw them? Two months? Three? It brought things to perspective. He had called, some daily others weekly, and he had sent pictures too. But it was nowhere near enough as to having them close –and this was just Ignis. He expects it to be worse with Gladio. He’s pretty sure he would not want to leave the room if he ever gets an afternoon with Noctis and Luna together.
He had missed this closeness, the scent of Ignis and his banter. The coziness of familiarity, the sound of footsteps of his flat, the sight and sensation of the leather chair, and the cool tiles of the kitchen counter.
Would you take their side?
It is harder to find the resolution to go away now that he’s back. Prompto closes his eyes for a little, losing himself in the smell of Insomnia, the sounds of the city bustling around him so unlike the open fields and constructions in Nova Nilfheim or the sound of waves and water in Altissia. Something whispers home in the smog and the rush of the city that never sleeps.
It is easier to bury miles away from it, but impossible to deny while in it.
Could he really follow through and accept Aranea’s offer?
He can stay in Lucis. He can even go to the reconstructed Altissia and drop by Claustra. The brand on his wrist just reminds him of somewhere he’s needed the most.
Alright that’s it. Enough of Ardyn things for the day. For the month. Promise? Promise.
He’ll have to talk about it with Noctis too. Maybe see if he can be an exchange envoy of goodwill of sorts for a few years if he decides to go. He’s not aware of all the bureaucratic procedures that must entail, or the nobility diplomatic nonsense he’ll have to learn and do. If Prompto were meaner, he would seed some suspicion about how opportune it was that more than half of the noble houses of Lucis had a few survivors from the siege of Insomnia.
It’ll be fine though, Ignis can get it done –and if Noctis decrees it with Luna’s approval no one will complain. (To his face at the very least) The problem would be convincing Gladio it is for the best, but manageable. He did that before when he had gone to the frontlines while Gladio stood behind to guard Luna alongside Nyx and Ignis decided to train and become stronger in Lestallum during the Years of Darkness.
He’ll just have to convince himself first if that’s something he wants to do. But that’s what a choice is all about anyway.