S P E C S

The glory of friendship is not the outstretched hand, nor the kindly smile nor the joy of companionship; it is the spiritual inspiration that comes to one when he discovers that someone else believes in him and is willing to trust him. - Ralph Waldo Emerson

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blackmage-lulu

魔術 —— A world of faith, yes, it had been that once, and she herself had believed in the teachings of their order. But it had all been lies, their whole belief system had been forged as a means to control. ❝I wouldn’t say that I am religious currently, but there was a time in my life where I firmly believed that my faith would be our salvation. If I followed the teachings and did not stray too far from the path… we would all be rewarded.❞ But it was never to be. No matter how much they believed, how much they atoned and sacrificed… it would have all been for nothing, and she would have died for much the same. Another gentle pat was given to his hand, reassuring him that he had not ventured into sensitive territory.

❝Disregarding their opinion was easy enough, they were quick to pass judgement upon me without giving me a chance, so why should I care one wit of their opinion regarding my appearance?❞ Aye, she was a strong willed woman and would often carry herself as someone that let things roll off of her like water from a duck’s back, but deep down, such things caused her a level of upset. ❝–And besides, you do not need eyes to see, sir. When I have escorted you home, perhaps you can let your hands be your eyes? …I am giving you permission to touch me, in case you missed the point.❞ She smirked at that, allowing the humour to drip into her tone.

          religion was never without its fair share of pros and cons, in this case,            selectivity seemed to be in abundance. it was such a shame when the            core principal of most religions tended to be inviting new followers and           believers, not ensuring that those they did not want were excluded.            ignis wished to apologize, but if she had no qualms with her past, then           why should he ? 

          however, it was minute, but he tensed at her words. he understood them           perfectly well but felt it inappropriate to take her up on said offer. as much           as he wished to see, he could get by with her voice and the thick fabrics           shifting at his side. “ oh that’s-- you don’t need to do that. “ even he knew           that there would be plenty of looks and unspoken judgement if he did.            without seeing, he could almost feel their stares. “ just getting back safe is           plenty-- truly. “ 

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freknur

          “Huh?”  It’s inevitable ; he’s known it.  Like a thunderhead it’d loomed overhead far too long, far too visible now, though his mouth feels dry.  So what more’s to do aside from nod at him and attempt to muster whatever semblance of words he may find ( attempt to work a cheery chirp into them )?  “Oh, uh, yeah —-  yeah, sure!  Anything you say —-!”

               “ prompto-- this is just as important to me as it is to you. “ in fact,                  importance had nothing to do with it. this all spawned from a deep                 seeded worry all springing from the change in group dynamic.                  ever since reuniting as a solid family of four again, something had                  been off. 

                               “ so i want you to tell me what you’re feeling-- honestly. “ 

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Gives him a sloppily made tiramasu. tastes great if you can get past what it looks like. 8)

                 “ i’m not exactly sure i will be able to get past                  presentation... but, since you went through all                  this trouble to try, i doubt a taste will kill me. “  

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spineshattered

     the last thing she’d wanted (  or expected, for that matter ) was a lecture on the benefits of carrots, and for a brief moment there settles an alien yearning for a mother long gone from the mortal coil. ah, homesickness. fabulous. no doubt the familarity settles heavily in her gut, yet in true fashion of the dragoon, it only serves to make her eyes roll.

    ‘   one of these days he’s going to rebel and dump ‘em all in the nearest  lake,  ’ she offers placidly, the tip of her tongue poking out of the corner of her mouth as she aims for as even shreds of carrots as she can. aranea lets out an amused titter.  ‘   because of all the things he’s got to worry about, gettin’ his five a day is most important.   ’

              “ and the moment he does that will be the moment i refuse to act on behalf                of my status as his guardian. i will act on behalf of my status as a concern                friend. he won’t like me as much if i have to resort to ‘ concerned mother                 bird ‘ and force feed him. “ it might seem petty, but, it’s much easier to                 live off of petty arguments and motherly instincts than have to face the                reality of the world in which they live. chastising each other, poking fun at                each other’s hygiene, critiquing new recipes; all would agree it’s a much                 easier lifestyle. for now, they can admit to wanting to ignore the inevitable                for as long as they could. 

              “ you know i don’t do this to torment him. i just hope he knows that as                 well. “ eyes dart over to inexperienced movements, each of which seem to                be carefully calculated. again, at least she’s trying.  

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codeprint

“… Iggy? What are you…”

The stress has to be getting to him, he’s sure. There’s no way he’s staring down a seven story drop right now. Absently he rubs at his eyes, letting one hand brace against the guard rail and pull himself back. That’s about when reality sinks in - he jerks back, eyes going wide as the cool night air registers against his skin.

“W-woah! What the heck?!”

Oh boy.

He hadn’t done this in years.

                      “ i’m making sure you don’t end up falling head first over the                        bannister here. if i hadn’t gotten up when i did-- “ even the                         thought alone had his heart skipping beats. never again would                        he leave doors and windows open like that. hopefully none of                        these sleepwalking instances would lead someone to actively                         open a window or door. 

                      “ but, that aside, are you alright ? “ between whatever had his                        mind and body miles apart and the shock of waking up on                         a balcony, ignis still couldn’t help but express his concern. 

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                   perhaps he’d be willing to speak more now that                    they had settled down for a bit of a rest. lord knows                    they were all due for one. 

                                     “ prompto-- i understand you might                                       not care to, but i’d like you to speak                                        with me for a bit. “ 

freknur

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spineshattered

   wastin’ away here, specs. she’s going to continue her slow chewing of the vegetable, hazel wary enough to likely birth a mild suspicion that she’s considering straight up nabbing another piece. thirty? hunger makes her childish, grumpy, even but it blends well enough with the desire to help speed the process up enough to nudge his hip with hers and take one of the knives and another carrot. a swallow, and a very earnest attempt to replicate the same prescision of julienne that ignis had done prior; not exactly perfection, nor is it shoddy work.   ‘  i doubt the prince is going to die if he’s deprived of a single piece of carrot.   ’

                  at the least the added assistance made up for the appraisal                    of his classic evening routine. were she not actively making                    his job easier, albeit harder all the same, he would’ve had to                   ask her to leave him be. 

                 “ i agree, he won’t drop dead, but one less carrot is one less                     opportunity to get him to eat the vegetables he’s clearly                     lacking. besides, do you know the benefits of feeding a                     growing young adult carrots: beta-carotene, fiber, vitamin k,                     antioxidants, as well as potassium. they assist with eyesight                    and lower cholesterol levels. they have a high water level to                    aid with hydration and they are easy to cook. 

                   one might not kill him,                                  but it’ll kill any chances of him actually eating one. “ 

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spineshattered

       bit of a shame, that. where nutrition may be relatively important…                                                  so is not starving to death awaiting culinary masterpieces;                                                            never unwelcome, just too long to wait for deliciousness.

         hmph-- !! 

             if any one of them were to go without access to               home-cooked meals then he was sure patience              wasn’t too much to ask. 

                             “ patience is a virtue, 

                                       and i tend to reward virtuous behavior. “  

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spineshattered replied to your post: tries to sneak a piece of carrot from the chopping...

Pops the piece of raw carrot in her mouth. Chews. Stares at.

indeed, it’s been decided...

                  she’s dead to him.

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tries to sneak a piece of carrot from the chopping board.

                 there were two ways he could go about this.                  each was certain to get either the same reaction                 or the same message across. he was hoping for                 both no matter which he chose. 

                          the first option he had thought up would be to                           summon one of his glaives to separate the set                          of wandering hands from the food. 

                          the second option was much simpler. he could                          alert her to his knowledge of his foul-play. 

                                               he opted for the latter. 

                              “ i don’t believe i said dinner was served. “   

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                         if he hadn’t lunged, the sharp-shooter would’ve                          been over the edge of the balcony. if anyone was                           to blame, ignis would’ve placed it upon his own                           shoulders for allowing the bellhop to show them                           to a room with a view. 

                                  “ prompto !! “ 

                         they had been busy every night this week, no                          wonder everyone was exhibiting strange activity,                          sleepwalking being one of the rare cases. 

codeprint

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blackmage-lulu

魔術 —— Valued her position? He was right in a sense, but it was more than that, she took pride in it, saw it as her duty to take it in the first place. But now? Now her title came with the adage of ‘former’; something that she was still coming to terms with. ❝Yes… yes I valued it a great deal. To me, there was nothing more important than the role I played…❞ And it was in this statement that the man she guided home would be able to easily pick up the reflective tone in her voice, the careful use of past tense. She knew nothing of his own inner monologue, his desire to be able to see the materials that he touched, to view the entire ensemble for himself. ❝–Ah, where I come from, my clothing is considered strange, even  out-landish. But I care not, i do not dress for them.❞

At the mention of how she carries herself, a soft laugh escapes her, her free hand lightly patting his. ❝I suppose being raised by clergy men will have that affect on a person.❞

                 “ ah, so from a world of the faith. it isn’t often i come across someone of                   a religious background. “ that didn’t and wouldn’t change how he spoke                   with her, why ever would it ? religion and faith only work to shape one’s                    system of beliefs. the effect those beliefs have on personality is entirely                   up to the individual in question. from what ignis gathered, she wasn’t                    in any way an extremist. it would be a lie to say it didn’t put his mind at                    ease. 

                 “ strange, eh ? if anything it is a symbol of pride. you already disregard                   the judgement of those around you, so i have no reason to think ill of                    your clothing choice. well-- that and i can’t see it. “ again, he manages                   to conjure a somewhat convincing chuckle. still, he allowed that subtle                   hint of disappointment at his severance from the visual world.  

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greetings friends !! now that episode prompto has given me quite a fair bit of muse, i thought it would make sense to reach out to you guys and interact more. consider this a little something of a permanent starter call. that means that by liking and/or reblogging this post, you’re letting me know that you’re down to plot, write, talk ooc/ic, think up stupid headcanons throughout the week, all that good stuff. since this is a selective blog i might be a bit more inclined to write with mutuals but that doesn’t mean i won’t say hello to the occasional non-mutual from time to time, so if you’re a non-mutual and still wish to like this post to get my attention, please do !! i encourage it !! now then, thank you for your time, and i can’t to get back to interacting with everyone !! 

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greetings friends !! now that episode prompto has given me quite a fair bit of muse, i thought it would make sense to reach out to you guys and interact more. consider this a little something of a permanent starter call. that means that by liking and/or reblogging this post, you’re letting me know that you’re down to plot, write, talk ooc/ic, think up stupid headcanons throughout the week, all that good stuff. since this is a selective blog i might be a bit more inclined to write with mutuals but that doesn’t mean i won’t say hello to the occasional non-mutual from time to time, so if you’re a non-mutual and still wish to like this post to get my attention, please do !! i encourage it !! now then, thank you for your time, and i can’t to get back to interacting with everyone !! 

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                     it’s been a long time since i did this, but if anyone would be interested                      in writing and interacting with a slightly canon divergent ignis scientia                      from ffxv please do me a big ol’ favor and either give me a follow, like                      is post, or reblog it for all the world to see. it would totally help me out,                      so thanks muchly !!