★ // stay frosty royal milk tea

[scourgingstars]

Who: Ardyn + Ignis, featuring some assorted things later on
What: Replanting medicinal plants and chocobo snacks.
Where: Around the building and nearby
When: ~May 9th
Warnings: JRPG illness, again.

He's still a complete imbecile. Has he ever learned anything a day in his life?

[Ardyn complained as he was known to do in between emptying out the lockers of anything that looked like it would hold a plant; lunchboxes, mostly. He may or may not have acquired a couple of pots through questionable means, but it never hurt to be fully prepared. His own persistent cough had finally stopped over the new moon, but now that a few days had passed it was starting to return no matter how he hid it.]

When we inevitably run out of medical supplies because everyone's running about doing the most idiotic things possible, I don't want to hear a word of complaint from anyone. Unless we can come up with a case of bottled water or somesuch thing out of nowhere, I'll have absolutely no part of playing doctor.

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[scourgingstars]

[Ardyn carefully took Ignis' hands, as if he feared they would break should he make a wrong move. He truly wasn't sure how to do this, hoping it would be some innate thing rather than something else he couldn't understand.]

[Generally, Ardyn found he didn't understand much of connecting to people. But he knew he cared about Ignis, in whatever broken way he was capable. He knew he wanted this connection to last, however impermanent it would inevitably be.]

[The spark was faint at first, a stuttering ember flickering to life. Yet it caught after a moment, a static charge of vivid scarlet magic settling throughout Ignis' body.]

[shatteredlenses]

[It is a little easier on Ignis' end. While he doesn't have a lot of people he's close to on this level, he at least has some. As Ardyn takes his hands, Ignis draws in a deep breath, letting it out slowly and opening himself up to the redhead. When he feels that spark of magic, that small ember reaching out, he takes a hold of it and welcomes it into himself, leading it until it finds the path it needs.

Ever since the power of the Old King's left him in Altissia, Ignis has felt cold deep in his bones, a feeling he had come to think would never go away. This new connection doesn't chase it away completely, but he cannot deny he does feel warmer. A small smile crosses his face as he leans in to rest his forehead against Ardyn's.]

Now you really are stuck with me.

[scourgingstars]

...I don't want to leave you.

[He let go of Ignis' hands, bringing them both up to frame his face instead.]

There's little I know of what I want or where anything is going to lead from here. But I know that much with certainty.

[shatteredlenses]

{Ignis leans into the touch with a smile.]

Nor I you. I don't know what I would have done if I had been brought here and you had not been as well. The very idea terrifies even now with you right here in front of me.

[scourgingstars]

However did things come to this? Truly, you must be an unprecedented talent at gods only know what to have brought the situation to something like this.

[shatteredlenses]

You may be giving me too much credit, beloved.

[He chuckles softly, leaning forward slightly so he can bump Ardyn's nose with his own.]

We both know I have made a great many mistakes as we have walked this road. At least, I have done my best to learn from them so they do not happen again.

[scourgingstars]

Ah, but consider it this way. Who else has been exceptional enough for me to allow a second chance?

[shatteredlenses]

[Ignis opens his mouth to argue out of habit, but then stops and just laughs instead.]

All right, all right. I'll let you have this one, but don't get used to it.

[scourgingstars]

I shall be as accustomed to it as I please, thank you very much.

[shatteredlenses]

And you say I'm a menace. I obviously learned from the best.