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RUNERIES .

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   He’s not hard to find, surprisingly! At least, she thought it wasn’t that surprising. Anyway, that train of thought didn’t matter. She’s here for a reason, very important one! One that’s definitely for a good cause and not because she also wants something nice for herself. Typically, she wouldn’t really care too much about who’s around her, especially given how her roommate is. But clearly, from their little interaction, there was something that needed to be done!

   And not because getting sweets was a good deal for any occasion. 

   Regardless, she makes her way up to the individual, without so much as missing a beat, she grabbed his attention the best way she can. 

   “Hey! You’re that blind guy that can cook, right?” Her voice carried, it has volume but she’s not trying to be loud, yet she isn’t afraid of the looks she’s getting either. “You can cook sweets and stuff like that? You work at that one cafe or whatever. I heard it from someone but I’m wondering if you take custom orders.”

             suffice it to say that the way she approaches him --   and a matter that might otherwise be considered sensitive   --  is more than enough to merit a raise of brow on his part,  and perhaps on the part of some of the passersby that happen to overhear.   he’s not in the shop as of now   ( in fact, he’s on his way back to the apartment,   the day’s work done and the slight weight of exhaustion sagging his shoulders ), however, he imagine it must be difficult not to discern him amongst the many faces belonging to the city.    his description was rather specific, after all.   brown hair,  fair skin,   deep, dark scars all across the eyes,  one on the nose, a slight scrape on the lips.    the glasses could only conceal so much.   nevertheless --   he manages to swallow it with grace, and turns heel accordingly so as to face the source of the voice. 

             the question gives him momentary pause.   something of a smirk traces his lips, though he’s quick to shake it in favor of something a bit more neutral.         ❛    well ---    seems you’ve heard everything about me but my name, then.   curious that your source would leave out what should be the most important detail.    ❜         a nod of recognition.         ❛    that would be me, in any case;  and both of those statements would be true.   however ---    i’m afraid i’m just taking my leave for the evening.   i don’t suppose your request could wait until morning?    ❜     

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7 days later i arrive to kick some drafts in the butt and to post a miniature starter call, like for something short & sweet, capping at four ( castmates excluded ).

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@starshelles .

[ ◇ ] - Prompto’s had a long day. [ ◇ ] - His camera decided to die on him – his old girl Delilah; she had a nice run, but apparently trying to photograph some dogs had been the last straw for her – which is fine. He’s just going to have to save for a new. It’s fine. This is okay. Prompto is so not freaking out! He’s introspecting, that’s it.

[ ◇ ] - So, Prompto’s had a long, hard day. He almost doesn’t notice the cake on the table, but once he catches a glimpse of it out of his eye, he stops in the foyer of the apartment. What? [ ◇ ] - Prompto spots the note beside it, and feels his eyes well up. You will not ruin this for me, Prompto tells his tear ducts stubbornly. He has to read the note over and over in order for it to sink in, and once it does he stares at it in disbelief. Ignis did this? For him? [ ◇ ] - He’s jogging over to Ignis’ door before he really even thinks about it, and gently knocks on the door. “Iggy? Are you in there?”

             there’s a knock on the door to his room,   and without so much as a second thought,   ignis knows what it’s about.     he hasn’t said anything about the day nor its significance ---    between his job and prompto’s running-about, they’d missed each other entirely.    it had been .. frustrating, to say the very least,    but there were always other ways to wish one well.   to express one’s gratitude for the people in their lives,    all they’d done,   the support they provided.    for ignis specifically   (  a man who was well-versed in logic, but stumbled when it came to more emotional matters  ),   this came as something of a blessing.     the cake, the note;   he’d a limited time to prepare it,   but he’d taken his time in spite of the fact,   and everything he’d done was with care. 

            he doesn’t know if prompto had been expecting it,    or if his visit was because he was so surprised by the gesture ----    but he’d soon enough find out.   it doesn’t take him long to leave his seat and walk the space towards the door    (  shouting out a ‘ just a moment ‘ as he does so  ).    when he opens it,  he pauses --      then smiles slightly.

                            ❛    ----- is something the matter, prompto?    ❜

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FILIA-FLORUM .

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Once upon a time, monsters were the only thing she had to fear stalking about in the night. Monsters and beasts, as aggressive towards their own kind as they were to humans. That she could handle. The calluses on her palms and the sword at her hip used to attest to that. But having never really experienced her home city of Zaphias left Estelle without any sense of urban danger. And here? Well, she hadn’t exactly arrived with a full arsenal of weaponry. 

So when she leaves work long after the sun has set, she thinks nothing of it. Only when half her journey home has passed do her senses prickle and she is forced to look over her shoulder one too many times. She knows eggbears and entelexeia don’t roam freely in Septaneus but there is a familiar unease that washes over her all the same. Yet, given that nothing is overtly making its way over to eat her, proper strategy elludeds her.

Estelle glances across the street and sees only one other individual making their way along the this particular stretch of sidewalk. What the tall stranger was doing this late at night, she hadn’t the faintest clue. But maybe he had a way to ward off whatever was trailing her. And so, the princess makes her way across the street and lets her footsteps mark her arrival alongside him.

“Um, pardon me…” she begins quietly, trying to find the right words to explain her situation. Head straight forward, pace steady; keeping it casual is her aim but Estelle’s shoulders are tense, as if she were ready to launch into an arte at any moment. “I know this is rather sudden but might you be able to tell me if there is something…odd behind us?”

             he’s still growing accustomed to the city, in truth --   the sounds and smells, the way the streets twist and turn,  each time leading him somewhere he’s yet to fully explore.    he’s unsurprised, however.    insomnia had been much the same way,  and ignis had lived there for ages;   but each time he’d thought he’d a handle on the somber city,   there would always be something new, something different.  something to be savored.    here and now, the loss of his sight had done him no favors --   being dropped into a new city without being able to witness one’s new surroundings, temporary or permanent, did pose an issue that had proved to be more than just minor,  for the first while.    learning the city, and all of its intricacies,  had been ... tiresome, to say the least.    but ignis was nothing if not tenacious; not to mention, a quick learner.    and, perhaps, it’d helped to have his beloved companions at his side all the while.  in truth, he did not know how many of the city’s other denizens could claim to have gained the same. 

            so when the girl approaches him,  voice trembling as though wary of something or someone,  ignis thinks to himself that this must be the case.   perhaps she’d arrived here on her own --   a newcomer to the city still, with no real ties to bind her.   he wasn’t exactly a veteran of the ‘ movement ‘ himself, as it were,    but all the same,  it would not begrudge him to assist her.    he’d like to think that, had it been himself in her position,   she might have done the same.    his head lifts,   turning towards the source of the voice,   and his pace slows to a standstill.

           ❛    while i’m afraid i can’t answer that directly, i can tell you ----    i haven’t felt anything odd in the past few moments, no.       --  why?   is something troubling you?    ❜

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HIS ROYAL HIGHNESS .

Noctis smiles to himself when his pounding on the door earns him Ignis’ attention. It doesn’t come as much surprise that Ignis acknowledged him, of course. The man very rarely ignored him. Get exasperated with him? Sure. But Ignis never out-right ignored him. Noctis peeks around the door and up at Ignis. Even if Ignis can’t see what he’s doing, Noctis still shoots a grimace-like smile at him as if it would do anything to butter Ignis up.

     “Huh? Why would something be wrong? I’m not always causing       trouble, you know…”

Maybe it was the realization that he had to survive like an ordinary person now, or maybe it was because he didn’t really want to waste away in his bed forever. But he really needed a job. It’s times like these that the prince is especially grateful to have the adviser around alongside his other companions. Ignis kept him afloat so many times before. While Noctis may be broody and introverted, he relies on the companionship he shares with all of them to keep going.

Noctis wiggles the door open further and leans against the door frame. He knows that Ignis is trying to work right now but a part of Noctis likes to think that Ignis enjoys these kind of distractions. What’s better than having the prince you’re somewhat responsible for take you away from your work?

     “I didn’t miss it. I saw it, don’t worry. I uh… I just need help with       something. I need money. Or well, I need a job, I guess. You got       me a job at the sushi restaurant that one time- I thought you’d help.”

              this late in the game,   he hardly needs eyes to be able to visualize the look on noctis’ face ----    more likely than not,  the young prince wore a smile on his lips that was closer to a grimace than the aforementioned,   an attempt at swaying him,   winning his favor.   getting what he wanted.    unfortunately,   it worked,   ten times out of ten.   even now,  sightless,  the very visualization of the look is enough to cause the older to sigh, sigh, sigh ----   and ultimately bend to his whims.    not without some complaint, of course,   but noctis rarely lost battles he pitched against ignis.    (  so long as they remained within the limits of reason, that was.   was this one such case?   as of yet, he could not rightly say.  )           ❛    so you say.   and yet,   i find myself having some difficulty believing it to be true.    ❜

             it’s a joke, of course,     laced with just a nugget or two of ignis’ particular brand of brutal honesty;    noctis has no-doubt come to expect it from him by now.   the door continues to wiggle its way open --    the young prince’s attempt at getting into the back room despite his overseer’s clear statement of boundaries.   eventually, he will get in.   he’ll either devise an action plan,   or ignis will simply relent.   such was the game they played --    but ignis, of course, would not see himself go down so quickly.   so he remains:   an iron wall just in the way of the goal,   so close but so far away.   there’s a teasing lilt to his words as he continues on. 

            ❛    ah;    that’s what all this is about, then.    and i take it the days you spent hibernating in your room helped you along the path of realization.    ❜           despite himself, he laughs.     how was it possible -----   for the prince of his own nation to be the very embodiment of sloth?    he was still young, ignis supposes.   he hadn’t quite received the same, rigorous training he himself had.     (  but then, that was precisely why ignis remained.   a guiding light.   also,   the occasional voice of strict parenting.  )             ❛    i very well could,  provided you’ve set your mind to working here --   and you’re serious about lending a hand.    i’m surprised, though, noct;    given your last job,   i’d have thought you’d steer clear of working anyplace they served food.           -- or is this just because it’s easier,   having me recommend you?   ❜  

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MIXOLOGIAE .

                    it might just be a simple statement,   but it actually says a lot about his character:   often restless or busy to need coffee,   drinks it for long enough to develop a finicky preference,   nitpicks favorable things but cares little for others.   maybe that’s just her assuming though,   given that’s a good percentage of her:   try to get a feel for her customers without them necessarily telling her.

                    ❛   good thing i’m not a barista   —   just a bartender.   ❜   a small quip causes the corners of her lips to curl,   not quite catty but bemused nevertheless. let’s see if he’s one for simple humor or not.   ❛   give me a hint.   any particular flavoring   ?   type   ?   specialty   ?   ❜

              ❛    a saving grace, of sorts —   if nothing else.   after all, if i’m to believe what i’ve been told about my behavior when it comes to the stuff, then …   our introduction might have turned out to be slightly less pleasant.    ❜      not that he does believe the particulars that his companions have informed him of, of course.    snippier,  slightly more snide,  a bit less composed —    all when he’d been without the cup of coffee he needed to get himself through a particularly bad morning,   or a long night’s drive.   if one were to ask the man himself, he’d say he was all-composed;  nary a lapse in character.   or, perhaps there’d been a slip or two, but they were few and far between.    —  who could ever claim otherwise? 

ah, but —    that was neither here nor there.   his fingers drum against the hard wood of the bar as he mulls the question over, the corner of his lips curling upwards ever-so-slightly.     ❛    well —–    ❜

             ❛    nothing too sour, to start.   nor too bitter.   and i suppose i can tell you this for certain —   i’d prefer not to drink any sort of beer.   to put it nicely,  i find the aftertaste … undesirable.    ❜

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HOLLOWMESSIAH .

“A keen eye?”

The statement confuses Minako at first, and her eyes wander from the (definitely tempting) baked pastries, a finger to her cheek to look at the shop clerk who had spoken.

There’s a familiar sense of coolness that catches her eye, though the fact that the meeting took place in a cafe certainly doesn’t help. 

“Aha, I guess you could say that! They certainly look fresh, and well made too. My compliments to the chef, of course!”

As both a member of Fuuka’s cooking club, and as an enthusiastic eater, Minako was rather confident in her ability to seek out good food. 

The next question makes her feel rather sheepish, like a kid caught with her hand in the cookie jar. Her cheeks dust light red, and she covers her mouth to stifle a sheepish laugh.

“It’s that obvious, huh? I guess I need to work on my poker face more!”

             ❛    and to the consumer, of course, my many thanks.    ❜      his laugh matches her own, though it is more amused than it is sheepish, in nature.    cooking is nothing new to ignis;   he’d taken a shine to it at a young age, and hadn’t stopped working at it since.    although —   that could partially be attributed to his spot at noctis’ immediate right.   nothing spelled trouble quite like a hungry prince did.    truth be told, it was a lesson the strategist had learned rather quickly.

             ❛    it’s an old recipe, if i’m to be honest.   inspired by a friend with a terrible sweet tooth, and very particular eating habits.    ❜      again, feeding a prince wasn’t easy.  he pauses, smiles something that is almost wry, and then shrugs a shoulder.         ❛    perhaps that’s why i’d known what you were looking for in the first place.  as the saying goes —  ‘ with experience comes knowledge ‘.    — ah, i’m sure the ‘ face ‘ would have worked wonders on me, though, had i seen it.    ❜

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GLADIOLUS AMICITIA .

His breath is caught in his throat, and it takes him a few seconds that feel like minutes to regain himself, only to find his breath catching again and again. The teasing lilt of Ignis’ voice, the sun illuminating his face, the damn apple in his hand as he rolls it around. It’s maddening, the way Gladio is left breathless at the smallest things, the way his chest feels full when he finally turns to him with that smile. 

A small moment passes, and all Gladio can think of is lifting a hand to his chin, gently, slowly, running his thumb along Ignis’ lower lip.

He’s losing his mind.

But he stops himself, steadies and takes a big breath in. He’s completely cool as he chuckles at the insult. “The company may just drop these bags and leave you alone if he’s that damn obnoxious,” he threatens, playfully of course. “But, yeah. I know what you mean. This is… nice. Even if this isn’t my idea of a fun day out.” 

Gladio walks toward the apples in front of Ignis, gently taking the one in his hand from him, his fingers graze and linger longer against his skin than they should have, “How many of these are we getting?”

             ❛    so long as the company knows he’d have to cook his own meal tonight, i’d say ... be my guest.   ❜      he knows gladio’s joking, of course, which is why his own response is teasingly clipped, and bears him no real ill-will whatsoever.   such was the nature of their relationship, he supposed —   and of gladio’s character.    he’d been the sort to say what he thought, when he thought it;  not many exceptions, nothing much barred.    for as long as ignis had known him, he’d been the same.

            obnoxious indeed, with the witty retorts thought on for no more than a second’s time.   but then he’d laugh that laugh,  and ignis would find it difficult to be frustrated.   difficult to be much of anything at all, temporarily at a loss for words.   obnoxious, yes, but terribly charming.  a tyrannical combination. gladiolus laughs, teases him, and ignis falls into a sort of silent stupor in response.

            he snaps back to attention just as gladio asks how many apples he’d planned to grab, fingers ghosting his skin as he steals away the one in his hand.   he hadn’t been expecting it, the sudden contact,  and so it causes him to tense.       ❛    a few -----   ❜      he replies, but it’s much too fast, almost as though it’s nerves that’ve caused him to respond. nervous chatter, unlike him. he catches himself, but not quick enough to keep himself from sounding foolish.    he clears his throat.       ❛    just a few.   ❜      calmer. better.      ❛    i wouldn’t want to buy too many and have them spoil.   so if you wouldn’t mind taking just two or three more ... ...   ❜      and give him a moment to compose himself —   which he does take, of course, releasing a breath he hadn’t realized he’d been holding.

           silence, again.   only by choosing to throw caution to the wind does he decide to continue on. 

           ❛    ... this would be the last place you’d spend your day, though;   all the more reason to appreciate the fact that you haven’t just ‘dropped the bags and left’ yet.   ❜      another chuckle.       ❛    enlighten me, then, as to what you’d have spent the day doing otherwise.    if nothing else, i suppose we’ll have to take a page from your book for the next time around.   ❜

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GLADIOLUS AMICITIA .

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“ignis… how much is it that you are actually planning on buying?”gladio grunts out with a small grin, arms already holding two grocery bags full of produce. ignis wasn’t particularly known for impulsive spending habits, unless it came to food, naturally, but generally gladio didn’t have any complaints considering these sprees ended with his belly full and satisfied. 

he’s delighting in how light the air feels, how easy it is now, following him around this new city with our fear. the heaviness of insomnia isn’t missed, not in the slightest, and there’s a calm about them that hasn’t been felt in ages. a calm that’s allowed them to mourn, to rest, to finally just be. 

“you know that noct is an adult, right? or is all this for me?” he continues to tease with a small chuckle.

             ❛    that he is, but he also remains our prince.     besides,  last i checked,   you happened to be an adult as well –     should i stop setting your place at the table, gladio?   ❜      and while he doesn’t turn to serve the other his cheeky smile,  it’s very obviously there; the tone of his voice as he responds could not make it any clearer.    the air in this city –   it’s different.   it’s not nearly as tense as the sort they’d become accustomed to.    there was no fear,   no worry for the future.    no fighting for their lives.    and while the situation itself was reprehensible at worst, –   they’d left insomnia, to fall into the hands of what?   – on some deeper, perhaps more selfish level, ignis found himself …   enjoying the change of pace.    the break they’d been given.   as far as he’s concerned, they’ve earned it.

                 he stops at another stall –     fresh fruit, apples and pears and oranges, and the like;  he smells it, and it’s almost divine.   he reaches out a hand and picks up one of the first on the list, bright red and shining.   he  rolls it about in his hand, momentarily quiet.   he doesn’t mean to get introspective,   “serious”;   but the words come out that way.   serious, but bittersweet.         ❛    i can’t remember the last time i was able to do this –    with everything that’d happened …  we hardly had the time.     i’m glad, is all.    for the opportunity.    and i am grateful for the company.    ❜

                he looks over, in gladio’s general direction.   there it is –    the teasing smile.

                           ❛    … …    – obnoxious as he may sometimes be.    ❜

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PROMPTO ARGENTUM(?) .

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Prompto stares at the outside of his new apartment door and sighs. Scratches the back of his neck, sighs again, and wonders how the hell he’s going to get him out of this one. 

You really did it now, Argentum, he tells himself, albeit a bit bitterly.

He steels himself for whatever is waiting for him on the other side of this door – hopefully his roommate is nice and is willing to put up with him – and gently pushes the door open. ❝Hello? Is anyone here?” 

His voice echoes throughout the living room, and he lets his eyes examine the space curiously. It’s a decent size, bigger than he had been expecting and decorated modestly. It doesn’t look very lived in, now that he thinks about it. What if he beat his roommate here? Prompto drops his bags by the front door and sits on one of the couches to wait for them. 

Whoever it is, it shouldn’t take too long, right?

             he’s only so quiet because he’s still getting used to the space.     and the situation as well, he supposes --     torn from insomnia without so much as a warning, and at such an inopportune moment?  if it didn’t raise red flags of concern, it’d at least raise an eyebrow     -- but in the here-and-now, the space was far more important.    it was difficult, after all, to gather your bearings with quickness when one could no longer see.    the city had been about as generous as it could be, providing him with a place to stay, a place to rest his head.    but as far as everything else went,  it was up to him.   so he studied the space as best he could:   in silent introspection,   hand-against-walls,   many a bump against furniture pieces and doors alike.      ( not that he would care to admit to the latter,   were he ever asked. )

            he’s a rough idea of the space, at this point.    and then he hears the doorknob twist, and the door itself open.       then he hears the voice. 

            ❛    ... -----    prompto?    ❜

            if his luck was ever to take a turn for the better, now would be as good a time as any.   relief washes over him as he  ( quick as he can, given the situation )  makes his way to the source of the sound.   prompto was here.  could be here, anyway.   and if that did indeed turn out to be the case, then --    the others could be here as well.   gladiolus. the young prince himself.    he’s eager as he is hesitant to except the fact.    he couldn’t jump to conclusions --  wouldn’t, rather;   it went against all of his principles, against logic.     but then, hadn’t everything else, so far?

            he reaches the doorway to the living room. there’s nothing but silence.   he tries again.  

             ❛    prompto -----            is that you?    ❜

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HIS ROYAL HIGHNESS .

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It took only a whole day of laying around on his bed to realize something. He has no job, no money, and no idea how to get a job or money. His only job had been part-time at a sushi place in Insomnia. Even then, Ignis had gotten him that job. Although if he did it once, maybe he’d do it again.

And it’s that hope that has him walking into the cafe where his companion works. Despite the loss of sight, he still manages to bake and cook. Just another point to add to the list of things about Ignis that are impressive. Noctis takes one look around the front of the cafe and doesn’t find Ignis anywhere. He must be in the back…

He almost considers yelling to the back kitchen just to irritate Ignis. But instead, he settles for the next best thing. Going to the door that leads to the kitchen, Noctis peeks through the window and knocks on it loudly.

     “Ignis!” Even with the slightly hushed tone, it does distract some of the others in the cafe.

              the effect of the sound his voice is two-fold,    in that it is both a gift, and something of a course.    make no mistake --    noctis’ being here meant that he was not out and about the city, getting himself into any immediate danger,   and that in itself was a soothing realization.   but the fact that he’d rushed to the back of the café brought about other concerns.   headaches in the long run, though ignis would take them in stride;    he always did, and ( nearly always ) without any sort of complaint.    by now, he must have realized that doing nothing would accomplish just that, in this city.    --  if he wanted things, he’d have to get them himself.    hence ... ...           

            this.    he could be wrong, of course --    were it anything else.    but not when it came to noctis.    this stage in the game?   he knew the other like a book.           ❛    noct.    ❜           the name leaves him more a sigh than an acknowledge of presence, though he doesn’t necessarily mean it to sound that way.    his back’s to the door when the other begins to knock, and he’s quick to drop what he’s doing and make his way over --     if only to cease the disturbance he’d caused to everyone else.    he pushes the door open slightly:    just enough to speak to the other,   but not enough for the other to slip in unseen.    ( not that he wouldn’t do it anyway. )            ❛    is something the matter?   the way you stormed in here, one would think the situation rather urgent.    ❜    

          a pause.       he smiles, half teasing, half chiding.

            ❛    ... oh, and --     the counter’s a few paces to your right, by the way.     in case you missed it on your way in.    ❜    

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@r1fl3k1nd .

             ❛    i’m afraid you’ll have to be a bit more clear about what it is you want -----.    ❜      behind his darkened sunglasses, his brow furrows in stark contemplation.     it’s ... rare, these occasions upon which he’s not entirely concentrated,  but they do occur.   moreso now than ever, he finds;    but given the strange situation he’s found himself in,  he figures it’s about right.   being torn from insomnia without a moment’s notice ---     and at such an integral point in time, as well.     it’d be enough to turn anyone around.    fortunately, ignis was a bit more infallible than ‘anyone’.         ❛    i didn’t quite catch the first bit.   without it, the rest makes little sense to me.    ❜