[ It's good to know, in other words, and perhaps he should have guessed it. Since their time together, Somnus has been cautious: he's only engaged with other men and strayed clear of suspicious drinks.
But none will effect him as his first week here, having experienced what love was like. It's hideous that he had been so captivated, forgetting himself and his duty entirely. ]
I hope this missive finds you well. Should you wish to partake in ready-cooked meals, please know that I have prepared your portion as well. I will be glad to deliver them as and when required.
[ perhaps he can teach you, your majesty. ignis is formal -- after all, he is the founder king, and is to be accorded due respect even if things are... a little awkward. ]
[ This is followed by... what probably counts as an address on this island, directing Ignis to one of the refurbished huts. This, Somnus has been building up since he's arrived. While not the place one would expect a king to take up residence, it's neat and orderly, solid and standing strong, and clean.
He's spend far more nights and days marching across Eos with his men in far less accommodating conditions than a palace. This house has served him perfectly well. ]
[ ignis takes note of the address -- it's not too far away from where noctis lives. it's awkward, bringing food to him after what they've done together, but ignis understands duty better than most, and therefore he goes.
he turns up at his door swiftly, loathe to let the founder king wait. the food is wrapped neatly in clean, large leaves (and bound with twine) that have clever been reimagined as biodegradable food containers; fragrant fish de-boned, seasoned and fried with care, together with vegetables. ]
Your Majesty. [ ignis bows when he sees him. ] I hope I have not kept you waiting.
[ Duty overrides all. Putting it at the forefront of his mind dispels the rest. For the Lucii, their duty lies in returning home. To that end, their previous encounter has hopefully brought them one step closer. Perhaps Ignis acknowledges this, too. Perhaps not. Somnus would rather hope that he does, however.
But here the Chamberlin brings him a meal, and one whose aromatic spices he can savor even while wrapped. Ignis is a culinary artist, that much is true. ]
Upon the table. [ He indicates, stepping aside to allow him in. ]
Did you catch this fish yourself? [ Or was it Noctis... ]
[ ignis' duty is to care for noctis. to support him, every step of the way, no matter what it is. the vision of his death is still vivid in his mind; the fulfillment of the prophecy, of noctis, so much older. the kings, all around him in that throne room.
ignis didn't come here out of purely altruistic reasons -- the founder king, after all, is his own fount of information. perhaps... perhaps ignis can finally learn who ardyn is. the usurper, they called him.
he sets the food neatly on the table, laying out for him and arranging the meal neatly -- fit for a king, regardless of their current situation. the cutlery have been prepared as well, set by the side should somnus wish to use it. how interesting still, that he wears noctis' face, and yet is so different from him. ]
Noctis caught it this afternoon. It was large, and the meat is sweet, and so I thought it would be fitting. If you'll please.
[ courtly; ignis has been steeped in the royal customs, and it's difficult to shake. ]
[ Somnus' robes rustle as he unfolds his arms, taking a seat opposite of Ignis. The arrangement of food is far more than he's ever had upon this island, to say nothing of the ages of unlife passed as a mere spirit of the Ring. To be sure, he's spent more of his existence as someone accustomed to be without hunger or thirst than the few decades as a mortal. It has taken some time to acclimate to the sensations after having his flesh restored upon the island to experience that hunger once again.
He selects one of the utensils off the table, sweeping down smoothly into the filet. Steam rises from the cut, carrying the aromatic spices. His tongue feels heavy: again, how odd after all these years, but he places the sample within his mouth. After a moment, he speaks: ] You culinary talent remains, despite limited resources.
[ It is as good a praise as any. In Somnus' time, Ignis' sight is forfeit. Yet he had cooked the last meal of the True King. At this thought, his eyes elevate to Ignis'. No scars, yet.
His gaze returns to his meal, and he takes his next bite. ]
[ ignis murmurs with a half-bow, a fist over his heart. doesn't miss the way the founder king's gaze goes to his own, as if searching for something that he can't find. he's noticed this the first time they met, and again -- perhaps it's too obvious to be coincidence.
somnus lucis caelum is a man not predisposed to unnecessary actions, and the implication of it sends a chill down his spine -- and that is; he knows something that ignis doesn't.
nonetheless, ignis, who is exceptionally well-versed in palatial etiquette, performs the role of an obedient servant and remains silent until the meal is done. it allows him time for his ruminations. when the monarch finishes dining, ignis prepares to clean up. ]
May I speak with you on a few matters this evening?
[ Setting his utensil next to his near-clear plate, he rests his hand upon the table in a casual, loose fist, sharing nothing else of his thoughts regarding the meal. It is then that Ignis posits his question.
Somnus inhales slowly through his nose, relaxing his hand further upon the surface as he leans back in his chair with squared shoulders and an even, expectant gaze. The seat is no throne, but he will listen to the the petition.
He turns his hand over, gesturing towards Ignis to proceed, but not guaranteeing he will answer. ] Your query, Crownsguard.
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Is this Somnus?
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who is this
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It's Aerith.
I just wanted to let you know that I'm okay.
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o Kay?
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I... you wanted to know, right?
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But he also didn’t know if it was his right to ask after her well being until she had been ready to speak again. ]
were you injured
[ And if so by whom. ]
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[ Not physically, anyway. There's still that emotional pain with which she's struggling, but that's not something he needs to worry about. ]
You asked me to let you know if I was pregnant.
I'm not.
Actually it seems like women can't get pregnant here.
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tthese tidings are good
thank yu
[ It's good to know, in other words, and perhaps he should have guessed it. Since their time together, Somnus has been cautious: he's only engaged with other men and strayed clear of suspicious drinks.
But none will effect him as his first week here, having experienced what love was like. It's hideous that he had been so captivated, forgetting himself and his duty entirely. ]
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You're welcome. And thank you, too.
[ There's a pause of a few moments before her next text comes through: ]
Um, Somnus?
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He's not better at it yet. ]
speak
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[ Why is she asking. ]
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How is it convenient when I had to ask around to find out?
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I hope this missive finds you well. Should you wish to partake in ready-cooked meals, please know that I have prepared your portion as well. I will be glad to deliver them as and when required.
Ignis Scientia
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...This is also unexpected, given the last time they had encountered each other. ]
chamberlin
has the chosen already dined
[ First thing is first, make sure Noctis has had his extra portions. A dead man like himself should not take the food of someone who yet lives. ]
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I've already prepared a meal for him, yes.
Will you grant me an audience?
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(He's trying) ]
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very well
at your residence?
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come
[ This is followed by... what probably counts as an address on this island, directing Ignis to one of the refurbished huts. This, Somnus has been building up since he's arrived. While not the place one would expect a king to take up residence, it's neat and orderly, solid and standing strong, and clean.
He's spend far more nights and days marching across Eos with his men in far less accommodating conditions than a palace. This house has served him perfectly well. ]
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he turns up at his door swiftly, loathe to let the founder king wait. the food is wrapped neatly in clean, large leaves (and bound with twine) that have clever been reimagined as biodegradable food containers; fragrant fish de-boned, seasoned and fried with care, together with vegetables. ]
Your Majesty. [ ignis bows when he sees him. ] I hope I have not kept you waiting.
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But here the Chamberlin brings him a meal, and one whose aromatic spices he can savor even while wrapped. Ignis is a culinary artist, that much is true. ]
Upon the table. [ He indicates, stepping aside to allow him in. ]
Did you catch this fish yourself? [ Or was it Noctis... ]
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ignis didn't come here out of purely altruistic reasons -- the founder king, after all, is his own fount of information. perhaps... perhaps ignis can finally learn who ardyn is. the usurper, they called him.
he sets the food neatly on the table, laying out for him and arranging the meal neatly -- fit for a king, regardless of their current situation. the cutlery have been prepared as well, set by the side should somnus wish to use it. how interesting still, that he wears noctis' face, and yet is so different from him. ]
Noctis caught it this afternoon. It was large, and the meat is sweet, and so I thought it would be fitting. If you'll please.
[ courtly; ignis has been steeped in the royal customs, and it's difficult to shake. ]
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He selects one of the utensils off the table, sweeping down smoothly into the filet. Steam rises from the cut, carrying the aromatic spices. His tongue feels heavy: again, how odd after all these years, but he places the sample within his mouth. After a moment, he speaks: ] You culinary talent remains, despite limited resources.
[ It is as good a praise as any. In Somnus' time, Ignis' sight is forfeit. Yet he had cooked the last meal of the True King. At this thought, his eyes elevate to Ignis'. No scars, yet.
His gaze returns to his meal, and he takes his next bite. ]
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[ ignis murmurs with a half-bow, a fist over his heart. doesn't miss the way the founder king's gaze goes to his own, as if searching for something that he can't find. he's noticed this the first time they met, and again -- perhaps it's too obvious to be coincidence.
somnus lucis caelum is a man not predisposed to unnecessary actions, and the implication of it sends a chill down his spine -- and that is; he knows something that ignis doesn't.
nonetheless, ignis, who is exceptionally well-versed in palatial etiquette, performs the role of an obedient servant and remains silent until the meal is done. it allows him time for his ruminations. when the monarch finishes dining, ignis prepares to clean up. ]
May I speak with you on a few matters this evening?
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Somnus inhales slowly through his nose, relaxing his hand further upon the surface as he leans back in his chair with squared shoulders and an even, expectant gaze. The seat is no throne, but he will listen to the the petition.
He turns his hand over, gesturing towards Ignis to proceed, but not guaranteeing he will answer. ] Your query, Crownsguard.
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