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zestirix​:

                           a  LAUGH,  full  and  hearty  and  straight  from  the  gut.  the  astrals  had  bestowed  upon  him  a  GOOD  one,  it  seemed!  “  oh,  my  darling  angela  ;;  i  needn’t  dress  like  some  royal  monkey  to  get  them  to  BOW  to  me!  “  but,  there’s  a  great  point  to  be  taken  from  her  suggestion.  the  methods  HE  was  thinking  of  were  far  less  kind,  and…  goodness,  he  couldn’t  resort  to  THOSE  just  yet!  he  was  still  playing  nice,  after  all!  “  the  dress  will  remain  intact  following  these  events.  if  not  for  them,  then  i  would  love  to  see  you  wear  it  for  ME.  “

        shamelessly,  do  desert  eyes  take  her  in  –  a  full,  GREEDY  view  of  her,  at  that  –  before  he’s  taking  the  hanger  from  her  grasp  and  journeying  into  his  room  to  change  as  well.  “  the  suit,  however,  will  be  fed  to  the  daemons.  “

     A pause as she eyes him from where she had stepped away into the bathroom, heard muttering to herself. There would be no keeping this dress - she had a strong distaste for the pomp and circumstance just the same as he did - even if it was to entertain his own amusements and desires. There were fair better means to placate Izunia, she already knew.

     But perhaps it’s why she’s tense when she steps out to snag a glace from the full length mirror they had snagged just for this instance. Fabric is conforming, tight to curves and a blood red. She’d be hard pressed - even with her practice sprinting in heels - with this as hands smooth over it, hair down to hide that scar between her shoulders from the machinery, knowing it would be a cinch to keep focus on her and not it...But still. There would be no denying the distraction on Ardyn’s arm, a pretty little arm piece, and briefly her stomach churns at memories of a past fling, of a bastard that wanted to use her as just a piece of eyecandy. And she’s visibly pale as a hand steadies to the wall and she frames her forehead with fingers of the other hand, brow furrowed.

     This wasn’t the time to be lost in thoughts like that, and even still, she hears the door open, muttering, “You won’t be feeding it to the daemons if I cannot burn this dress for kindling,” a shake to her tone that she swallows down before she straightens, hand on her hip as she waits for him to come back to where she was in the main room - holding her skirt up since the heels were left by the door for now.

#zestirix #zestirix; Ardyn #Ship; I Confess The Dark Has Taken Me; I'm Corrupt Beyond Any Rescue #{ I owe you so many things -weeps- Please forgive me #Angie wanted to reply to this of all things though and I'm concerned } #IC > Mercy

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If you roleplay a ship with me,

You will get— Adequate ship building time. Realistic obstacles for them to overcome. Sweet fluff. Sexy smut. (if you want) As much action as I can mange. Tons of angst. Possibly random drabbles. Occasional gif/photo sets, or manips. @ tagged in all kinds of things. Headcanons about anything and everything. Completely sick of my ass.

#About Anubis #{ Basically yeah... #Just ask my ship partners #it's a mess and I'm surprised they aren't sick of me yet xD }

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pyrowitched​:

             okay, but a plot where: our muses were maybe “ lovers ” in the past who got a bittersweet ending ( maybe something stopped them from being together or one of them died or both ) and fast forward to modern times where our muses ( reincarnated with new lives but still the same people ) somehow meet up again and try to pick up where things left of ?? OR one of them can’t remember the past ??

#Wishlist > Mercy #Wishlist > Cloud #Wishlist > Neova #{ LET'S BE REAL #ANYONE WORKS HERE TO BE QUITE HONEST #SO I MEAN >> }

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@hyaciiintho Beloved Son; Adopted Delight

     Murderous would have been an obvious statement had anyone caught a glimpse of the Viera making her way through the woods. Robe, a deep purple that hid amongst the shadows even with white hair being nothing more than a target, was torn, and ripped, repairs would be obvious, no doubt hunting Ignis down to help her make sure the stitching was proper, but for now her concern was the camp she had left that morning. A promise to return, to tend and care for the other, and a plea to have him stay in the area and be cautious. She would be beside herself should something happen to Link in her absence, but he had no place being at her side in fights like these.

     She was silent as she moved through the forest, that chocobo left with Link just in case, but when she noticed it staring in her direction - that quiet wark of greeting - before blue was searching for the Miqo’te. Little mind was paid to the wounds still healing, the woman far more concerned in returning, and even as the pack was slung from her waist to the ground, an apple plucked from it to give the avian with a quiet coo, nails scratching at its neck as her gaze shifted to seek out Link, and she visibly relaxed.

     “Forgive me, that took longer than I thought it would,” A slow shake of her head, and she straightened, “I did bring you back a souvenir, however,” She mused, a  smile quick to slide forward as she pulled the bow from her pack. It was warm, glowing beneath its wrapping where the carpenter had filled her request. The Amal’jaa were no where near the Shroud - but he was safest here while she was trying to figure out just what they had wanted. A few interesting trinkets sitting in a tribe’s camp, and a trip to Gridania, she had a bow fashioned that the primal himself would be jealous of.

     “Ready to head into town, or enjoying yourself out here still? Hopefully it wasn’t too hectic while I was gone,” a glance to the chocobo once more, her ears twitching as it stood, moving to headbutt Link gently with a soft trill as feathers ruffled. She was content to travel between tasks - knowing Cloud was off no doubt raising hell, or working with his father, one of the two. It left her time to harass the better son, the one she rarely had to worry about.

     She loved all of her children that had fallen under her care, some where just...less stressful than others. 

#IC > Mercy #hyaciiintho #V; Will You Keep Me Safe In Your Heart & In Your Dreams? #{ Cloud technically has his FFXIV Tag already #and since the verses are intwined #Fuck it 8D #this is the pain of the morning #and have Angie giving Link a fire bow so he can burn down the Shroud xD }

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sterrenlied​:

🎶 | @THEJACKALSDEN // STARTER CALL

✧*:･ﾟ| HE smells like cigarettes and beer, neither of which being his own making. A sigh, threadbare, dusted jacket thrown over his shoulders, old patches worn and FRAYED from age and use and the rays of the sun. Rocket Town is a miserable mess of dead hopes and dreams, and while the former scientist doesn’t regret casting Shinra aside, he aches from the absence of his equipment, from the emptiness of it all. From the dashed dreams. ❝I should warn you,❞ he says, hands stuffed way deep into pockets, the results of Cid’s latest tirade just BARELY heard, muffled by walls. ❝He’s a brilliant pilot, but a PAIN. Swears too much. Uses my teacups as ashtrays. Sure you don’t want to take in the sights before you talk to him?❞

     A sigh left the mercenary as he stepped through the city. He felt off still, like something didn’t mesh well with being here. Some memory that was just outside of his reach, and it bothered him to no end. A niggling feeling that wouldn’t explain itself, wouldn’t right, and he wore a frown as he picked his path carefully.

     The voice caught his attention, and a brow quirked as he glanced towards where he barely heard the griping through the wall. It has arms crossing over his chest, regarding the other man quietly. He got no hostile vibes from the other, but he was still on edge. A shake of his head, slow before blue eyes cast up to meet the other.

     “Not here on vacation sadly. I was told to find Cid,” a gesture behind him, seeing Tifa and Barrett duck into the building, but he opts to stay here, with the other. He doesn’t enjoy confrontation, and for now, it seems like this is the lesser of two evils. A disinterested look, before he shakes it, and frowns once more, “Almost makes me wonder why you stay ‘round him,” a tilt of his head, thinking, before extending a hand, “Strife.” 

     It feels so hollow to say, like something’s missing but it’s an inkling he ignores, always have. He’s lost so much in so little time, there’s no use grasping at straws and just getting irritated. He needed to build upon the gaps to cover them, to form some bridge he could survive upon without floundering helplessly in the darkness of his mind.

#IC > Cloud #sterrenlied #{ Of course I'll toss Cloud out ^^ #I don't get to write him nearly enough in his Canon content #just remember he's divergent from his canon ^^' #Sorry this took so long Dx }.

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frcstbit:

Some people are just born to fight, I think. It’s not that they’re born brave. It’s not that they’re born strong. It’s just that the universe has decided that this one, this one will have grit and fire and steel in their blood. And it’ll be tested, this cosmic mettle of theirs. They’ll face trial after trial, be broken and damaged in countless ways. But this one was born to fight. Maybe it’s not the life they would have chosen. Maybe they’d love to lay down their arms. But they were born to fight. It’s what they know. It’s what they do best. It’s all they can do. 

#Quotes > Cloud

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zestirix​:

       his  status  comes  only  as  a  leg  to  his  name…  a  LIMB  that  branches  off  from  an  otherwise  set  in  stone  picture.  the  expectations,  the  reputation,  the  money——–  it’s  all  a  packaged  deal  with  the  scientia  household,  its  family  line  expected  to  be  prim,  proper,  and  something  the  royal  line  would  be  PROUD  to  have  at  its  side  for  many  generations  to  come.  without  that,  ignis  knows  not  what  he  would  have  been,  his  life  practically  laid  out  before  him  the  moment  he  was  born.  he  knows  his  mother  had  had  a  few  reservations  here  and  there  about  him  following  in  the  footsteps  of  the  scientias  who  had  come  before  him,  but  his  father  had  a  way  of  pushing  her  to  the  sidelines  right  up  until  her  untimely  death.

         “  a  part  of  me  envies  you  all  the  same,  angela,  “  he  chimes  in,  parting  his  hand  from  her  own  only  so  briefly,  so  that  he  may  turn  the  corner,  before  returning  it  to  the  comforting  cradle  of  her  palm,  “  someone  hears  the  name  ‘  SCIENTIA  ‘  and  they  expect  everything  and  more.  it  is  a  constant  fear  of  mine  that  i  am  not  living  up  to  those  expectations,  as  differently  as  the  king  may  claim.  “  his  majesty  would  certainly  SCOLD  him,  should  he  truly  be  slipping,  but  then…  king  regis  was  always  known  for  his  warm  heart,  at  least  towards  those  he  considered  loved  ones,  and  ignis  had  come  to  view  him  as  the  father  figure  he’d  always  wanted.  “  such  is  not  to  say  i  don’t  appreciate  the  luxuries  and  opportunities  i  was  born  into,  but  sometimes,  i  do  wish  i’d  had  the  chance  to  work  towards  something  that  wasn’t  already  laid  out  for  me  at  birth.  “

          reflective,  is  his  gaze,  as  he  watches  the  buildings  whiz  by,  the  blur  of  people  in  passing  causing  his  mind  to  wander  to  alternative  possibilities.  what  if  he’d  been  born  into  a  lifestyle  like  angela’s?  rather,  what  if  he’d  chosen  his  own  path?  become  an  actor,  or  a  florist,  or  a  lawyer?  “  hmm,  “  an  inquisitive  hum,  as  his  thumb  resumes  stroking  her  hand,  “  but,  then,  i  suppose  i  wouldn’t  have  met  you.  that’s  more  than  enough  for  me  to  be  content  with  my  path.  “  a  smile  shined  her  way,  followed  by  a  soft  chuckle  at  how  easily  the  blossoms  swallowed  her  image.  it  warmed  him,  knowing  something  so  simple  as  a  bouquet  (  large  and  EXTRA  though  it  was  )  could  make  her  smile  as  if  he’d  deposited  a  pound  of  GOLD  within  her  palm.  it’s  utterly  adorable  and  endearing,  and  only  solidifies  his  claim.

         they  pull  up  to  his  abode,  and  he  eases  the  vehicle  into  the  driveway  with  practiced  caution.  “  allow  me.  “  first,  to  exit  the  car  himself,  and  then,  to  hasten  over  to  her  side  where  he  tugs  the  door  open,  patiently  waiting  for  her  to  exit  and  stand.  it’s  a  quaint  little  townhouse  they’ve  pulled  up  to——–  nothing  too  magnificent,  much  unlike  the  scientia  manor  itself,  and  even  the  interior  is  simple  enough.  everything  is  where  it’s  meant  to  be,  as  expected  of  ignis,  and  perhaps  the  only  thing  outwardly  notable  is  the  baby  grand  piano  that  rests  by  the  window  of  the  living  room,  clearly  played  upon  recently  given  the  sheet  music  resting  upon  the  stand  nearest  it.  

    “  are  you  hungry?  i’ve  set  aside  everything  i  need  to  prepare  dinner  already,  lest  you’ve  no  appetite  just  yet.  ah,  let  me  take  those  from  you,  first.  “  the  flowers,  of  course,  unless  she  WANTED  to  tote  them  all  over  the  house  for  the  remainder  of  their  evening.  “  i  can  set  them  upon  the  counter,  for  now,  so  they’re  out  of  your  way.  “

     As she listened to him, eyes slid shut. There was no glory in working for what she had. Memories that still haunted her at night, but he couldn’t possibly know the finite details. Those had been closed away for years, even her fellow Glaives knew very little about her, just that she was suddenly there one day, as a medical personnel, and Regis had allowed it. She had sworn her loyalty to Regis and his family above all. Working her ass off, that was different. The idea was what Ignis was talking of, not the gruesome reality. Yet a soft chuckle was there,feeling the thumb across her hand, and she glanced up to catch that smile he gave her.

     She’d be lying if she denied the shiver that worked up her arm at such a simple gesture, such a comfort. But his comment had that blush worsening, feeling her ears beginning to burn as she hid her face once more against the flowers unable to even articulate properly and she wants the car seat to just open up and swallow her at this point. She’s never been this at a loss for words.

     But as he pulls up to the home, she raises her head once more, that smile there as she gives a soft sound, “I may not be content with my path, or at least how I got here, but I am pleased, none the less, who I’ve met along the way,” A reassuring squeeze to his hand, before she had gone to reach for the door, before she realized he was moving to get the door. A soft chuckle, and a shake of her head. Of course. She was foolish to think he would be anything but a perfect gentleman, and she is careful in unfolding from the vehicle - how long had it been since she had to maneuver in a skirt like this? She’s got the flowers in the crook of one arm, and the other carefully braced on the door to get out and stand, a nod of thanks as she straightens.

      A movement out of the corner of her eye, and she’s mindful of turning her head to face him, hair hiding her profile by a knee jerk reaction, hyper-aware to not tarnish Ignis’ reputation as she follows him inside. Perhaps she was just overly paranoid, having been nothing more than a car pulling to their own abode, or someone out for an evening stroll. But the paranoia seats deep, and doesn’t fade until she’s followed him inside, mindful not to send herself sprawling in the heels.

     His voice, inside, pulls her from her internal panic, and she’s quick to meet his gaze, a soft laugh, and a shake of her head, when he takes the blooms, “I feel like I would just trail petals through your home, and I’d feel absolutely terrible for making a mess,” a sheepish smile as she goes to hand them over before pausing, “They won’t be in your way, will they?” A frown, brief, before she does deposit them in his hold, as if forever worried of being an inconvenience to him, yet her mind is already churning on where at her own home she’d be able to place them so they get enough light and can thrive.

     But the mention of dinner has her noting the time. Eating any later would have her up longer than anticipated, but she wasn’t sure how long Ignis planned on having her here as it was, so erring on the side of caution could be preferred, “I wouldn’t say no, I’ve heard plenty a tale of the legendary cooking of yours,” a soft tease, and a smile is there as she tilts her head, “so I will leave it up to you,” She mused.

     But that piano catching her eye stuns her. Memories of leaning against her mother as she played, lulled to sleep, and the evenings she couldn’t sleep, her father had held her, singing along as her mother worked magic upon the keys. She doesn’t even remember leaving his side to step towards it, arms around herself as she looks it over. The Ziegler’s had been gifted one by the Nox Fleurets, a gesture of good will for all Nora had done for their daughter, and even now, Angela knew that piano was long gone, ransacked in the empty house or Empire property no less. A hand is quick to dab at a tear before makeup is sullied, and she turns to look at him, uncertain.

     “I...do you mind...?” Asking permission to play, a gesture to the seat. The sheet music makes no sense to her, she was never able to learn, never had time to in all her other studies, “my...mother used to play. Judging by the sheets, you are far better though,” a sheepish laugh, and she’s tilting her head to regard them, “I’m afraid I just remember foolish songs from childhood, nothing nearly as...intricate.”

#zestirix; Ignis #zestirix #IC > Mercy #Ship; Look Into Your Eyes & The Sky's The Limit; I'm Helpless #{ I AM SO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG UGH #I have been all over the place lately I swear ;-; #BUT OH MY GOD HE'S GONNA KILL HER AT THIS RATE #SHE'S ALL FLUSTERED AND CAN'T HANDLE THIS xD }

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zestirix​:

@thejackalsden​​ ;; ARDYN IZUNIA

                     “  angela—  you  wound  me!  “  features  have  twisted  into  a  visible  display  of  DISGUST  at  the  garbs  she  had  picked  out  (  from  where,  he’s  uncertain.  nothing  like  THAT  presently  hangs  within  his  closet,  nor  does  he  possess  the  desire  to  make  it  a  fresh  addition  ).  “  i  needn’t  garb  myself  in  something  so  unnecessarily  opulent  and  flashy  such  as  THAT  just  to  meet  these  stuffy  dignitaries.  what  error  is  there  in  wearing  my  usual  attire?  “

     A sigh is heaved from the healer as she listens to him. She wished it wasn’t so that he had to dress up, but at the same time, there was some sense of decorum to be upheld. A quiet sound, and blue eyes glance up to him, “On one hand, if I have to be professional, so do you,” a tap to his nose with one finger, mindful of nails as she smiles, “it’s easier to get them to bow to whatever desires the Empire truly wants from them, if they’re distracted. They’ll expect you in your usual, so shock them into stunned confusion by offering something else,” a small chuckle, and a dismissive wave of her hand, “Trust me I’m no happier about having to be dolled up, but I’m afraid I cannot dazzle alone,” a chuckle, and she’s already turning to head into the bathroom, “If we hurry up and get it over with, then I’ll let you burn the suit if you prefer, even toss the dress as kindling.”

#IC > Mercy #zestirix; Ardyn #zestirix #Ship; I Confess The Dark Has Taken Me; I'm Corrupt Beyond Any Rescue #{ .....Logical Angie scares me #Tina take it back #I'm not ready }

[thejackalsden]

If they stand behind you, give them protection.

If they stand beside you, give them respect.

If they stand if front of you, watch their back. And if they stand against you, show them no mercy.

#Quotes > Mercy #Quotes > Cloud #Quotes > Neova #Quotes > Ira

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betterhealing:

                          the greatest thing I can ever T E L L you                                       is when [I tell you] I t r u s t you

#Quotes > Mercy #Quotes > Cloud #Quotes > Ira

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zestirix​:

      angela’s  words,  truly,  make  him  feel  considerably  better,  where  his  own  attempts  had  come  up  short.  he’d  spent  so  much  time  mentally  punishing  himself  for  this  inconvenience  that  the  ‘  bright  side  ‘  of  it  all,  which  he  had  a  horrible  habit  of  completely  avoiding,  in  most  unfavorable  cases,  had  completely  been  disregarded.  indeed,  his  body  had,  at  least,  been  so  courteous  that  it  had  waited  until  his  highness  had  recovered  fully  before  shutting  down.  it  would  have  done  them  no  good  if  ignis,  too,  had  fallen  ill  amidst  his  efforts  to  see  to  noct’s  return  to  full  health.

      although,  and  he’s  shocked  to  hear  this—  was  he  really  what  one  would  consider  a  workaholic?  there  was  always  so  much  on  his  to-do  list,  and,  yes,  he  had  a  tendency  of  completing  things  WELL  before  their  due  date,  bypassing  opportunities  to  eat  and  sleep  in  a  timely  manner  in  favor  of  seeing  that  list  emptied  sooner,  rather  than  later,  but…

         well…  ah,  perhaps  he  was…

    “  come  now,  you  can’t  surely  expect  me  to  miss  TWO  days.  “  because,  in  his  world,  that  may  as  well  be  the  equivalent  of  an  entire  week,  and  it  PAINS  him,  the  thought  of  having  to  call  off  an  additional  day.  he  knows  his  majesty  would  understand,  knowing  and  acknowledging  that  it  was  for  the  best,  but  that  fear  of  DISAPPOINTING  him  still  makes  ignis  feel  sick  all  over  again.

         she  makes  a  solid  point,  however  (  as  was  the  case  in  regards  to  most,  if  not  all  of  her  points ).  he  needn’t  spread  this  around  the  citadel  and  put  even  more  undeserving  people  out  of  commission,  thus  creating  more  work  for  the  medical  staff,  and  with  his  role  as  the  advisor,  he  couldn’t  just  stay  in  one  place.  astrals,  were  he  to  give  it  to  KING  REGIS,  he’d  never  forgive  himself. “  though,  and  i  loathe  the  thought  of  admitting  it,   you  are  right.  his  highness  had  the  luxury  of  being  able  to  remain  within  his  personal  quarters  where  the  sickness  could  not  spread  to  anyone  but  myself,  but  such  does  not  apply  to  me.  i  suppose  i  have  no  choice…  doctor’s  orders.  “  his  only  consolation  was  that  angela  had  brought  him  things  to  work  on  during  his  bedrest,  and  thank  the  gods  she  had.  otherwise,  he’d  have  gone  stir  crazy.

          with  a  softly  uttered  ‘  thank  you  ‘  as  she  disappears  into  the  kitchen,  he  resigns  himself  to  his  current  predicament  and  shifts  to  get  comfortable,  since,  clearly,  he’s  going  to  be  here  a  while.  that  briefcase  never  leaves  his  line  of  sight,  and  he’s  careful  when  grabbing  for  it,  remembering  what  she  had  told  him  about  not  curling  inwards  too  much,  lest  he  risk  encouraging  another  trip  to  the  toilet,  and  it’s  when  she  returns  the  offer  of  tea  and  crackers  that  the  first  ‘  click  ‘  of  his  briefcase  goes  off.  “  it  smells  divine.  i  was  set  to  make  ginger  tea  before,  unaware  that  this  was  something  more  than  an  innocent  upset  stomach,  but  this  is  far  better.  thank  you,  angela.  “  he  suspects  he’ll  be  saying  this  several  times  whilst  under  her  care,  and  he  hopes  his  utterings  of  gratitude  aren’t  too  much.  if  there  was  one  thing  being  raised  in  the  scientia  household  had  taught  him,  it  was  that  being  overly  mannerly  was  better  than  not  being  mannerly  at  all.  a  lack  of  thanks  was  more  likely  to  be  remembered  than  a  thousand  and  one  of  them——–  but,  he’ll  make  it  up  to  her  later  on.

       fingers  pinch  a  cracker,  pulling  it  to  his  lips  where  it  takes  that  first,  fearful  bite,  with  a  sip  of  tea  to  follow.  it  goes  down  smoothly,  warmly,  and  pleasantly,  and  when  his  stomach  doesn’t  seem  to  outright  REJECT  it,  he  allows  himself  to  be  a  bit  more  daring,  and  goes  through  a  few  more  crackers  and  half  the  tea  before  she  returns  once  more.  “  thankfully,  this  seems  to  be  just  what  i  needed.  “  and  he  may  need  more  soon,  as  he  seeks  yet  another  taste,  “  what  are  you  preparing?  it  smells  amazing.  “

     A brow raises at his complaint of missing two days, and a chuckle is there as he comes to the realization she won’t be budging on the fact he needs to stay home. A shake of her head, “Doctor’s orders would have you out for a proper amount of time, normally it’s forty-eight hours symptom free, however given the unique situation we find ourselves in where the Advisor is very much needed - and I don’t need Gladio training that poor man into dust - I have written you out for a mere two days instead,” a glance to him, “The King has already been informed, as have your superiors, and they all wish you a speedy recovery and to enjoy yourself, they find out I smuggled you work, well...” A shrug, and she just turns offers a grin.

     It had been a simple matter, though she isn’t surprised to see him digging into that briefcase. Admittedly, she was more pleased to see the crackers haven’t revolted yet, nor had the tea, and the smile is genuine this time. A brief pause, and she returns with the full sleeve of crackers, encouraging him to pace himself - figuring he knows well enough not to just inhale them all, and a glance to the tea cup.

     “Ginger isn’t a bad idea, though with a virus like this, had you brought it back up you risk aspirating it, and then I’d be here a lot longer than two days,” a soft chuckle, shaking her head, “Not to mention it would be far more severe than a simple stomach bug,” she mused, before moving to perch on the foot of his bed, gingerly sitting upon the edge as if she wasn’t sure she could - but she did so hate not being eye level with her ‘patients’, and Ignis was no exception.

     “As far as what is preparing, it isn’t quite ready yet,” a tilt of her head with the smile, “a Ziegler special, nothing impressive, but vegetable soup with enough vitamins and nutrients to help kick start what you’re losing by purging. Once the tea calms your stomach, and the crackers absorb what they can, if it goes well, the soup should be ready by then. Sorry it’s not much, but it’s better than trying to live off tea and crackers.”

     A glance to the briefcase he’s already gotten his hands on, and a brief frown is there. There was worries she had overstepped her allowances, and hands clasp in her lap, “I do not....Let’s see,” a soft chuckle as she tries to gather her thoughts, “do not think poorly of me, I suppose, for going through the contents of your desktop, I suppose. I was trying to grab what would be the most vital, without anyone being the wiser to what I’ve done. I assure you, I have nothing but your best interest at heart,” a glance to him.

     She knew rumors that there was no allegiance with her. King Regis trusted her in his employ, but it wasn’t enough, and Glaives enjoyed wagging their tongues with gossip just as much as school children. Rumors she was no better than an Empire spy sent to slowly poison them all and this ‘stomach bug’ was that, despite everyone had made wonderful recoveries so far and she’d been stretched thin between the Glaive, the Royal Family, and now the Royals’ closest employees, not to mention the few in the community she reached out to assist. It had her shaking her head, “What you have, however, is all I could bring you,” she murmured, like it was only a few things, not a suitcase full of most of his work, “I’m afraid given exposure rates, it would do no good to have me back and forth among the Citadel,” a sheepish smile, before she shook her head and stood, pausing just long enough to snag his cup, “Let me get you another, though, while it’s settling,” a slight nod and she was shifting back to the kitchen, tending briefly to the soup as the water was boiled once more, and it wasn’t long - proper steeping time - before she was stepping back to place that teacup upon the nightstand once more.

     “Should you have need of anything, please do not hesitate to call for me, I will just be in the kitchen,” making sure everything was within his reach, “if you wish to get out of bed and stretch I will not stop you, just don’t overdo it and no fast movements. If you need to find your way back to the washroom for your stomach, I’m almost certain I’ll hear you, and I’ll be right in.”

     And just like that, she had vanished back out of the room, leaving him his privacy as she set about doing what little housework she could to keep his place spotless - making sure the kitchen was clean except for where the pot was slow cooking on the stove, and even going so far as to clean most of the surfaces to keep it as clean an environment as she could to prevent this lasting longer.

     She didn’t have the heart just yet to tell him she’d be here those two days, making sure he was taken care of, that she would either remain awake the two days and occupy herself proper, or she’d end up catching a nap on his couch, with his permission. She would cross that bridge later. For now, she could ensure he had a proper meal, and had no other concern than recovery to be back at his best, even if she was humming to herself as she worked, a quiet song she assumed he couldn’t hear given the distance.

#zestirix #zestirix; Ignis #IC > Mercy #V; I'll Be There For You As The World Falls Down #{ Angie has dealt with her fair share of CHILDREN being sick #Ignis is a simpler one to deal with xD #Food/Work is a small price to pay in installments to get him to chill xD #It's what she does best c'mon now 8l }

[thejackalsden]

zestirix​:

       for  once,  ignis  isn’t  overly  vocal  about  prompto’s  driving  habits,  but  perhaps  it’s  because  even  the  talkative  blond  is  taking  this  seriously.  there’s  no  attempt  to  engage  them  in  conversation,  eyes  torn  from  the  road  which  then  results  in  a  SPIKE  of  ignis’  anxiety.  no  spontaneous  trips  to  the  chocobo  farm,  no  obnoxious  crunching  of  snacks  or  ear-grating  sips  of  beverages.  he’s  cooperating  this  itme,  and  ignis  is  thankful  for  it,  if  only  because  it  allows  him  to  completely  focus  on  angela.

       perhaps  he  should  have  expected  the  unwelcomed  contribution  from  gladio  prior  to  their  departure,  his  opinion  of  the  astrals  about  as  favored  as  theirs,  if  not  less  so.  he’d  have  chuckled  at  luna’s  OBVIOUS  response  had  the  comment  not  irked  the  advisor,  a  sharp  gaze  as  pointed  as  his  twin  daggers  burning  itself  into  the  back  of  gladio’s  head,  before  it  softens  again  for  angela’s  sake.  they  couldn’t  just  be  HAPPY  she  was  alive,  and  that  the  oracle  was  back  as  well—  a  DOUBLE  triumph,  despite  the  present  unknowns?  but  he  bites  his  tongue,  knowing  angela  would  rather  not  see  them  fight  over  her  decision,  especially  when  she’s  still  recovering.

       so,  he  resolves  to  carding  his  fingers  through  her  hair,  adjusting  her  sleeping  form  on  occasion  as  gently  and  as  carefully  as  he  can  manage  in  so  packed  a  vehicle.  the  ride  home  goes  by  faster  than  the  ride  there,  thankfully,  likely  because  he’s  not  chipping  away  at  his  lifespan  with  CONCERN  over  angela  and  luna,  but  he’s  all  too  willing  to  part  from  the  car  when  that  familiar  door  eases  into  view…  but,  not  from  angela,  and  there’s  a  split  second  of  WORRY  that  crosses  over  him  when  prompto  reaches  for  her,  his  hand  hovering  before  dropping  to  his  side.  “  careful…  “  he  knows  the  blond  would  never  hurt  her,  but  he  still  feels  the  need  to  say  it.  all  the  same,  he’s  appreciative  of  the  help,  knowing  he’d  have  struggled  to  carry  both  angela  and  her  precious  staff,  in  addition  to  addressing  how  he  was  going  to  get  the  door  open  without  something,  or  someone,  ending  up  on  the  floor.  it  should  be  GLADIO  jumping  in  to  assist,  given  he’s  the  strongest  in  the  party,  but  ignis  suspects  he’ll  be  of  little  use  for  some  time  yet,  too  trapped  in  his  stubborn  mindset  to  do  anything  else  but  take  up  space.

         “  thank  you,  prompto.  this  would  have  been  quite  the  obstacle  to  overcome  had  you  not  offered  to  help.  “  a  gentle  smile,  nod  of  additional  thanks  following,  “  i  will  keep  you  updated  on  her  status.  please  see  to  it  that  the  others  get  home  safely,  and  that  includes  yourself.  “  

       the  regalia  is  out  of  sight,  and  ignis’  attention  is  wholly  upon  angela  again.  he’s  relieved  to  see  her  conscious  and  aware  now,  still  scanning  her  body  for  anything  out  of  place——–  but,  when  she  speaks,  he  gives  pause.

             “  it’s… ?  oh…  oh,  dear.  “

      what  a  fool  he  had  been  to  have  HOPE  that  they  hadn’t  taken  anything,  that  maybe,  just  maybe,  they’d  let  them  all  emerge  unscathed,  unaffected,  and  WHOLE,  just  this  once.

     “  don’t…  shhh,  it’s  quite  alright.  “  arms  tighten  around  her,  her  tired  form  safely  cradled  within  his  hold.  by  assumption  and  logic  alone,  he  knows  what  she  attempts  to  convey  through  her  rapid  and  hoarse  apologies.  the  importance  of  her  spinal  implant  had  been  covered,  yes,  and  though  she  hate  HATED  it,  he’s  aware  of  how  crucial  it  had  been  to  her  functionality.  without  it,  she  would,  essentially,  be  unable  to  walk  without  a  great  deal  of  trouble,  if  at  all.  such  would  be  left  to  be  seen  when  some  of  her  energy  returned,  but  for  now,  he  was  content  to  hold  her  close,  with  hushed  reassurances  and  gentle  strokes.  “  they  could  have  spit  you  back  out  with  far  less,  angela.  i  am  simply  glad  i  can  hold  you  like  this  again…  and,  if  what  we  fear  is  true,  then  so  be  it.  i  am  yours  regardless.  “  a  kiss  to  her  temple,  multiple.  there’s  a  level  of  fear  in  his  tone  that  even  he  can’t  swallow,  but  she’s  alive.  she’s  alive,  she’s  alive,  she’s  alive,  and  it’s  all  that  matters  to  him  right  now.  

        “  you  are  still  angela  to  me.  my  angela,  and  i  will  be  here  for  you  through  this,  too.  i  promise.  “

     Prompto’s help had been beyond appreciated, even by Angela, and she’d have to remember to thank him personally, but the chipper blonde is gone before she can, the Regalia heard leaving shortly after and it leaves...them. She’s beyond grateful for the quiet, for the privacy, but the crippling reminder has her scared, and she’s already dreading the cost of what she’s done. A fear she cannot shake, and the feeling is all too similar to when she lost them that she can’t help the tears.

     Even buried in his arms, that mantra of apologies, the sobs finally pulling from her as she shakes in his hold, shoulders shaking as her face is buried against his chest, and fingers curl into his shirt, to keep him close. She’s terrified of what this means going forward, but it’s the mounting stress of the last week, of the unknown and not certain if she would succeed, if she would see Ignis again, that finally has broken that confidence she wrapped herself in so tightly. It’s rare she comes undone like this, and it’s only in private, only here with him she feels remotely safe showing the true weight that’s all but smothered her.

     His comments have the tears still there, the kisses to her temples have her shaking, tear-filled eyes looking up to him. A hand is carefully pried from his shirt, and a trembling hand is there against his jaw, “I-I couldn’t ask that of y-you,” his reputation, the fact he’s so well known still for his work, she can’t ask him to keep such a broken woman at his side, to have such a liability on top of his responsibilities as the Advisor. It wasn’t fair to him, and already it has that panic clutching her by the throat, stuttering those breathes, and she’s going to try and say something...

     But a promise breaks her again, and her cheek rests against his shoulder, a frown there. Eyes shift, glancing around the home, their home and a quiet sound is there. If it was the worst case scenario....No. They’d handled everything so far. If Ignis could handle his work to circumvent Noctis’ fate, this was just a small hiccup in the scheme of things. The tears are silent - her outburst short lived, before it’s back behind that wall, behind logic and Angela has regained her senses, a sigh there as the hand raises to try and wipe the tears from her face. 

     “F-forgive me,” a plea, and she rests in his arms, leaning into him, and she feels horrid for that outburst, that relapse of weakness despite all things. Ignis had been strong for her before she left - it was her turn now, to continue to be strong. She had brought back someone gone, someone important, the Oracle no less, a decade past her passing. It was a feat unheard of, and she was lucky the Astrals had let her leave Steyliff with her life, a slight crippling was nothing in the reality of how badly it could have been potentially in all truths.

     A soft sigh, and her brow furrows. Hands shift, to try and get a hold of his shoulders, as she squirms, trying to be put down to check something, to gauge how badly she would have to work at this and if she even could walk on her own, or if she would need assistance, but her gaze meets his, “...I cannot thank you enough, darling,” a faint smile, “you remain ever a reminder of just why I love you so,” a soft sound, slowly regaining her composure, managing to get her toes to the ground, hands still curled into his shirt as she glances down, a frown furrowing that brow as she watches and waits.

     “I know I should rest, but frankly I would much rather risk getting a shower before anything. I forgot how terrible Steyliff is,” an attempt to chuckle, but she’s leaning into him more than she cares to admit, but she’s determined, she has managed far harder, standing should be a simple task, even as she struggles to keep legs straight. It has her next words soft, almost as if afraid he may deny her quietly murmured request, hoping he knows he can tell her no.

     “...join me?”

#zestirix #zestirix; Ignis #IC > Mercy #V; Dein Schutzengel ist da #{ I love this so much #but also at the same time just....picturing that #and you KNOW Angie already feels TERRIBLE #despite all his reassurances ;-; }

[thejackalsden]

zestirix​:

          “  …  i  could’ve,  yes.  “  she’d  given  him  the  OPTION  to,  not  forcing  him  to  become  the  parent  of  this  child  if  he  lacked  the  desire,  but  he’d  seen  how  she  looked  at  him,  and  how  SAFE  cloud  had  appeared  within  her  arms.  to  deny  this  neglected  child  the  loving  family  he  KNEW  both  he  and  angela  were  capable  of  providing  was  cruel,  in  and  of  itself.  his  desire  for  a  child  of  his  own  wasn’t  something  he’d  planned  on  fulfilling  so  soon,  but…  fate  had  a  way  of  DECIDING  things  itself,  readiness  or  not.  “  but  i  didn’t  want  to,  and  now,  he’s  ours.  i  wouldn’t  have  felt  comfortable  leaving  him  in  the  hands  of  anyone  else,  and  i  know  you  feel  the  same.  “

       which  meant  providing  for  them,  which  was  something  he  was  comfortable  enough  doing.  affection  and  the  gentleness  required  to  tend  to  a  child  were  something  he  was  still  navigating,  but  if  he  could,  at  least,  ensure  they  were  alive  and  fed,  then  he  was  content.

         thankfully,  he’s  not  gone  long,  a  traveling  merchant  having  been  but  an  hour  or  so  trek  to  the  east.  ignis  comes  back  with  a  bag  noticeably  fuller  than  when  he’d  left,  but  there’s  a  nasty  gash  upon  his  right  leg  where  he’d  been  slashed  something  fierce,  and  it’s  caused  the  most  minor  of  limps  that  he  attempts  to  hide  as  he  returns  to  the  camp.  he’d,  at  least,  taken  the  time  to  clean  it  to  the  best  of  his  ability,  only  a  few  bandages  lost  to  the  efforts,  and  he  sets  down  the  freshly  acquired  collection  of  materials  triumphantly  with  a  gesture.  

         “  how  is  he?  “  his  first  inquiry,  eyes  upon  the  child’s  curled  up  form  as  angela  rocked  him,  “  i  hope  i  was  not  gone  too  long.  “

     It was comforting to know he approved of Cloud, and that this was something they both felt was right. The child needed a loving home, from what she could gather. The nearest Seeker tribe was a distance from where he’d been found, and given the state of him, Angela was going to fight the first Miqo’te that tried to pry him from her hands. It would be a fight on her hands she would gladly deal with. But she was pleased that Ignis would be just as happy to help with the small child they’d stumbled upon.

     Angela had heard him, glancing to where the noise had been heard, reaching for that spear seated before her just in case, before seeing it was Ignis and she relaxed visibly. Cloud, however, did not, and bright blue eyes were immediately narrowed and ears pinned flat to Cloud’s skull as he watched Ignis come forward. 

     A muted sound of discomfort from Cloud, and he squirms from where Angela is cradling him to her chest, and she frowns at that, looking down to him, before he gaze follows the child’s to see that injury and a faint scowl is there, “You’re injured,” a flick of that small tail and she knows that’s what Cloud’s displeasure is as well as he squirms to sit on the ground and pouts up at the far taller Au Ra.

     A sigh, and Angela glances to him before pushing herself up, “Come here...let me see how bad it got you,” she gestures him close, “You weren’t gone long but apparently long enough to run into trouble...” A quiet sigh and she watches him, head tilting as Cloud fidgeted on the ground, tail curled around his feet and just watching to make sure they both were alright, tears just barely seen in the corners of his eyes.

     “You’ve upset your son, however, even the promise of food wasn’t enough to soothe his pouts,” she mused, a small chuckle there before gesturing for him to sit so she could take a proper look.

#zestirix #zestirix; Ignis #IC > Mercy #V; TbT #{ That's cool and all buT ANGIE GONNA FRET OVER HIM SOOOOO }

[thejackalsden]

The Viera was the hunter of the group, and she felt safer being out at night than Ignis and her concern is evident, even as he presses that kiss to her palm. A quiet sound, "You could've told me no, and we could've found him a family in the last town," she reminded him, that faint smile. She knew better, neither one of them could turn away the young boy, it would be impossible. But still, she steps back and shakes her head.

"Be safe. I would hate to have to traipse into the forest and murder whatever thinks to take you from me," a nod there, before she steps back, a tilt of her head before she's turning to duck into the tent on check on the child once more.

It's how he would've found her upon his return, as well. Curled up beside the small fire, watching, with that child curled in her lap, fingers clutched at her jacket and impossibly bright blue eyes watching the trees for Ignis' return. Still so very nonverbal, but a frown was on his features, a pout firmly seated on his lips as Angela hummed quietly, rocking him in her lap to try and soothe him back to sleep, or at the very least keep him calm.

thejackalsden​:

A huff from the viera and that pout solidifies, a shake of her head, “Oh please, I’ve survived this long thanks to your good graces and a bit of luck, nothing here would be enough to drop me,” a soft laugh, and she moves to stand, dusting black slacks off as hands settle upon her hips and she looks up to him. A smile slides forward and she reaches for him, hand brushing along his jaw, “You know if he wakes up and you aren’t here he is going to worry,” another twitch of an ear, and her attention is pulled to the tent, watching the child roll and grow restless as she frowns, watching as he settles, “…I fear I don’t know the first thing about rearing children, especially Miqo'te…”

        “  a  valid  statement,  “  he  begins,  pausing  only  to  pull  the  clasp  back  over  the  satchel—  luckily,  their  supply  seemed  DECENT,  for  now,  but  one  could  never  be  TOO  careful.  he  may  as  well  stock  everything  to  capacity  whilst  the  extra  funds  were  still  there,  “  —  but  we  did  not  have  a  child  in  our  company  to  look  after  until  now.  i  know  you,  and  you  would  sooner  throw  yourself  into  the  line  of  danger  for  him  than  let  a  single  thing  touch  him,  as  you’ve  done  BEFORE.  i  cannot  risk  that.  “  and  he  would  do  the  same,  but  the  dangers  were  considerably  WORSE  at  nighttime.  they  were  safer  here  with  the  tent,  tucked  away  just  enough  to  where  wandering  beasts  couldn’t  find  them  (  he  hoped  ).

      ignis  leans  into  her  touch,  emerald  eyes  drifting  closed  ;;  he  was  relishing  the  simple  contact.  didn’t  plan  on  perishing  tonight,  but  one  never  knew,  so  he’d  bask  in  this  for  as  long  as  he  could.  “  tell  him  i  went  to  get  food.  that  should  quell  him  for  some  time,  “  he  answers  with  a  chuckle,  tilting  his  head  so  that  he  may  press  a  kiss  into  her  hand,  “  with  how  quickly  he  has  attached  himself  to  you,  i’d  say  you’re  doing  a  fine  job  thus  far,  love.  ‘tis  a  vast  improvement  from  what  he  faced  before,  the  poor  thing…  “

#zestirix; ignis #zestirix #IC > Mercy #V; TbT #{ Angie does not appreciate this 8l }

[thejackalsden]

A huff from the viera and that pout solidifies, a shake of her head, "Oh please, I've survived this long thanks to your good graces and a bit of luck, nothing here would be enough to drop me," a soft laugh, and she moves to stand, dusting black slacks off as hands settle upon her hips and she looks up to him. A smile slides forward and she reaches for him, hand brushing along his jaw, "You know if he wakes up and you aren't here he is going to worry," another twitch of an ear, and her attention is pulled to the tent, watching the child roll and grow restless as she frowns, watching as he settles, "...I fear I don't know the first thing about rearing children, especially Miqo'te..."

thejackalsden​:

A glance over, and ears twitch from where she’s sitting in front of the tent, a glance back to the small Miqo'te there, “…We shouldn’t need too much, and he’s got the last of the spare blankets I had,” a slow shake of her head before glancing up to him, a faint pout upon those features as she regards him, “you know I worry about you, darling, that’s all.”

                      “  mhm.  “  he’s  already  rummaging  around  in  their  satchels,  accounting  for  what  they  do  and  don’t  have,  or  what  is  soon  to  run  out,  “  be  that  as  it  may,  now  is  the  time  to  do  so  while  he  is  at  peace  and  resting.  “  the  au  ra  casts  a  gentle  smile  her  way,  attempting  to  reassure  her.  “  and  i,  you,  which  is  why  i  want  you  to  stay  here.  i  couldn’t  bear  the  thought  of  either  one  of  you  getting  hurt,  let  alone  the  both  of  you.  ‘tis  better  this  way.  “

#zestirix; ignis #zestirix #IC > Mercy #V; TbT #{ >/ I am still upsetti spaghetti ;-; }

[thejackalsden]

A glance over, and ears twitch from where she's sitting in front of the tent, a glance back to the small Miqo'te there, "...We shouldn't need too much, and he's got the last of the spare blankets I had," a slow shake of her head before glancing up to him, a faint pout upon those features as she regards him, "you know I worry about you, darling, that's all."

@thejackalsden​ ;; FFXIV IGNIS

                               “  you  should  remain  here  whilst  i  venture  off  to  procure  materials.  someone  has  to  watch…  “  a  glance,  over  to  the  tent,  where  the  reasoning  behind  the  impromptu  journey  is  resting,  “  …  the  child.  “

#zestirix; ignis #zestirix #IC > Mercy #V; TbT #{ I haaaaaaate mobile omg }