( cruel, you say? oh, don't you even think about invoking that word; the sort of cruelty to which you allude you haven't even seen yet, noctis lucis caelum. count your blessings while you still have them.
there's the smallest moment in which ignis simply holds the bedclothes close to his person as he watches his prince finally rise from the dead β a fleeting thought that no one would be able to sway him from, should they even think to try β but one in which he simply regards his prince in his most un-princely state, sleepclothes disheveled and rumpled in the only way sleep can bring, hair a mess, eyes bleary. a moment in which he appreciates the sight for what it is, something that only he has born witness to, and thus harbors the smallest little smirk as those feet meet the floor.
he places the blankets back on the mattress, albeit with the sort of grace that no other grown man possesses, and one might take to the thought that he keeps a rather tight grip on the ethereal. the intangible. because how the fuck else would he manage something like that?
he clears his throat, rather audibly. ) I attempted to wake you.
(you ain't have none of it.
who you finna try? )
Edited (i thought of something better) Date: 2017-05-07 04:15 am (UTC)
[ okay, we can get into word technicalities later, ignis. the brattiest brat prince is still trying to sleep. :| even with the sheets tugged off his sprawled out form.
noctis scrubs his hands over his face, making the shorter strands of hair normally hanging over his forehead stick up straight. it might be a little bit more adorable if he wasn't already sulking. it's not very regal of him and he knows this but that has never stopped him from waking up in such a manner anyway.
sorry, iggy.
looking over his shoulder, he takes a second to appreciate the way the blankets just settle almost perfectly β would have been perfect if he wasn't still sitting on the edge of the bed like a useless potato. time to stand up. that takes less effort, at least, being young with bones that aren't creaky and also being in need of food.
( okay but if you think that isn't adorable to him, you're dead ass wrong, but that's neither here nor there.
no one will ever think to get into technicalities as far as one ( 1 ) noctis lucis caelum is concerned, but without the safety of the covering of sheets about him, he's looking a bit less than any measure of prince he might otherwise project, and in the interim, ignis can only chuckle ( a bit fondly ) in the back of his throat. noctis pulls himself to the ( other ) edge of the bed, looking every bit like a useless potato, but is there any morning in which he doesn't project himself as such?
( no, a small voice whispers, but again, that's neither here nor there. )
ignis hums a small, thoughtful sound that stretches across the space between them, head tilted to the side in a scant bit of ( fake ) contemplation. ) That would depend β
β¦ On what his highness would prefer. ( look. he'll make you any thing you want, but he ain't no damn mind reader. so. come on out with it. )
I cleaned the waffle maker. We can have that. [ take note, iggy! this is Important to note that he did a good thing, as useless as this useless potato is right now. he scratches the back of his head lazily, neglecting to finish making the rest of his bed in favor of disappearing into his bathroom and shutting the door swiftly behind him.
and, noctis, the least you can do is say please after making a request.
all in good time, we suppose. :\ ]
Maybe bacon too, [ he makes a suggestion over the sound of running water before splashing some onto his face, dampening the short strands of hair that fall over his forehead. he brushes that aside when he reaches for a towel, rubbing his face and thusly the rest of the sleep out of his eyes. ]
( it might mean more that he's done a good thing β because cleaning a thing? putting a thing away? most of that tends to be beyond the prince's awareness, and even as he watches the other retreat into the bathroom and close the door behind him, he can't help but be the tiniest bit pleased, even if that hadn't been so much of a request as it had been a. not quite demand, but more than an idle suggestion. there is not much of a word that counts for what this is, but ignis chuckles a bit to himself anyway, pulling himself up and angling toward the kitchen. )Well done, highness. ( he's well aware of how his voice carries, and how the lilt of polite condescension will surely permeate the door and thus the prince's ears. ) You've truly outdone yourself.
( could you be. any more. of a git right now.
probably, but that's neither here nor there.
and while his brat prince is busying himself with whatever sort of disaster that counts as morning ritual, ignis is bringing out the waffle maker ( decently clean, he must say, even if it's not quite up to his standards ), gathering the ingredients needed to make the batter from scratch ( because if you think he's going to use some pre-made boxed hungry jack insomnian equivalent you are dead ass wrong ) and readying the various utensils, bowls and spoons and a whisk roughly the size of his hand.
whenever noct sees fit to meander out from the bathroom, he'll surely find his chamberlain already mixing. he hasn't even checked if there's bacon. ( there is, but let's let the prince sweat a little, shall we? ) )
Edited (that sentence bothered me so i took it out w / e ) Date: 2017-07-26 09:06 pm (UTC)
[ there is no limit to how much of a git ignis can be. if there is one thing noctis knows, it's that and it does not matter how polite the condescension is because it does not make him speed up or drastically change most of his day to day practices.
( it was an earnest attempt, one might argue, to actually see ignis please though he suspects his tiny cleaning job was just not up to snuff. he can be a semi-useless potato from time to time. )
his dark hair is still messy even after he's run his hands through it a few times and his face does look a touch more refreshed, though the heavy lids of his eyes do little to help with that. at least the prince is conscious and moving this time, shuffling along with bare feet and his hands hanging uselessly at his sides as he lets the smell of breakfast's beginnings draw him into the kitchen.
iggy's back to him while he mixes the batter provides noctis with an opportunity he is happy to take. he sidles up without preamble and, with some effort, rests his chin atop his advisor's shoulder to watch him mix most of the lumps out of that batter. ]
( perhaps it's a regional thing, that polite condescension, the sort of thing that comes from whatever unknown part of eos he hails from and finds him impeccably british. there is no getting around that, and you damned well know it. he has been known, at times, to dial it back to a reasonable amount, but there is never any shortage when it comes to his prince, if only because he's well aware that it will be dealt back to him in spades.
the sound of the younger's entrance into the kitchen doesn't pass beyond his notice, not only because he has been attuned to every shift of movement for years, but more because there is a very distinct shuffle the prince gives this early in the morning ( what counts for early in noct's book, of course, still being closer to midday than it should, even when ignis rouses him at the very same time, every damned morning, and has since he was the tender age of too-young-to-be-someone-else's-retainer ), and while the advisor's attention is mostly on the mixing of the batter in front of him, the resting of that damned pointy chin against the curve of his shoulder has him turning his head. lightly. just enough that their temples bump one another.
ah, but he is incredibly soft, sometimes, when it comes to a certain brat prince, isn't he? honestly.) Welcome to the world of the living. ( there's a grin, but noct may not be able to see it from his current vantage point. )
[ his arms remain hanging uselessly at his sides, chin digging into the shoulder in a way that surely must be uncomfortable for both parties though neither of them has said anything about it yet. noctis is silent for a moment, watching the steady stirring of batter with his temple now resting against ignis's. the small shift causes his lips to curve into a smile not easily seen by his advisor, being busy with breakfast and all. ]
Reluctantly joining it, [ noctis murmurs with a still sleep-foggy voice ( which isn't all too different from his regular speaking voice, let us be perfectly honest here ), though he doesn't yawn directly in the other's ear. yet. ]
What kind of waffles?
[ gotta know the important things first thing in the morning. he has priorities and it is filling that empty stomach with sweet things and absolutely nothing remotely good for him. ]
( all right, you useless potato of a prince. if you let your arms dangle uselessly at your sides for too much longer they're going to fall asleep, and you're going to whine because it 'feels funny', and you can bet your bottom gil ( since no one actually knows what the currency in insomnia is ) that he isn't about to spend half of his morning massaging the sensation back into your finely-boned, pretty hands.
β¦ though it stands to reason that he would, were it required of him. sigh. this man.
there's the smallest hum of a chuckle, barely more than the beginning of a warm, fond sound in the back of his throat. thank you kindly for not yawning directly into his ear. he needs that. ) Peanut butter, unless you've any objections. No visible signs of anything that might hold any nutritional value, but a decent amount of protein. ( never mind that he's going to find a way to slip in some fruit without you noticing, unless you stay right there connected to his shoulder.
oh, but here. have a glass of juice that he's offering over that shoulder. )
[fine, fine, he's moving his arms now, reaching for that glass of juice so thoughtfully prepared for him. he makes to leave his chin perch but not before a soft and barely-there nuzzle of his nose against iggy's cheek, the smallest affection before he settles ( flops ) into a chair at the adjacent table. he rubs his eyes in an almost childlike manner as he sinks into the chair, pulling one leg up while he places both elbows on the table. the food isn't here yet so that should be acceptable for now, okay.
this fruit, he can take without protest, taking a small sip of the juice and finding it satisfying. noctis sighs. ]
No objections to peanut butter, [ he conforms with a chuckle. ignis probably knew that already. ]
( ... well. there may not have been any complaints from him if the prince had decided to stay where he was β though he will need to maintain the use of peripheral movement if he's expected to keep with the making of these totally-not-completely-unhealthy pancakes. he's pleased enough that noctis takes the offered juice ( vitamin c! calcium! it's a bloody start ) and he might just give a little huff of laughter at that first comment. ) Certainly not. Especially when it's often your only source of anything remotely nutritional.
( and. whose fault is that, exactly? who caters to this boy's every whim and tantrum when it comes to a diet that consists of negative actual sustenance? honestly, ignis scientia, you aren't doing yourself or your prince any favors.
he continues mixing the batter, movements autonomous, though he doesn't miss the way noct flops down into the chair and props his elbows on the table. sigh, young man. just because the food hasn't been completely prepared yet doesn't mean you're allowed a lapse in manners.
β¦ what manners. ) Even if, technically, peanuts are members of the Leguminosae family?
( of course he knows the scientific name. what a fucking nerd. )
[ it takes him a second because it takes much longer for prince naptis to wake up entirely every single morning. which is hell for ignis, surely, and the only way noctis has been living his life for as long as he can remember. ]
Beans?[ he makes sure to sound especially affronted by the statement if only becuase ignis thought to specifically point it out. he rests his chin over hands flattened against the table and frowns through his fallen bangs. ( nope, no manners right now. probably no manners later but it is still early in the day. ) ]
Why're you telling me this now? [ because if he was actually being serious, there might be an actual rejection of the peanut butter. but thankfully noctis likes it too much to actually deny himself that sort of bean.
( realistically speaking, ignis isn't expecting a very sudden realization to what he's just said; he's more amused with himself for having given that over in the first place, because of course he's going to think the science of it is funny, but when noct comes out with that exclamation it takes everything in him to keep from letting slip a laugh that would betray his amusement and find him caught red-handed.
also, really, no manners are expected, either. but that's just par for the course. ) To see that precise look on your face. ( maybe it's part of the fact that ignis has always been a morning person and his prince here absolutely has never been, and that gives the older a bit of a jumpstart on messing with him.
( this is for all the trouble you give him when he tries to wake you in the mornings, you see. you've brought this on yourself. )
quirking a brow, he pauses in stirring the batter for a small moment, peering back over his shoulder. ) It doesn't change the fact that you like them, does it Noct?
[ is that a catch-all response or is noctis choosing to respond to one question? we're not sure. he probably isn't sure either, the sleepyhead. at least the smell of food helps in pushing the prince further into the real world, away from dreamland.
he scrunches his face at the thought of real beans anyway. that face disappears when he lowers his head to press his forehead against his now-open palms on the table. ] Peanuts might be the only beans that are acceptable. Who called them nuts in the first place if they aren't? [ since iggy seems to be the guy with all the food science knowledge. ]
( now listen here, prince sleepyhead. boys that still somehow manage that level of sass before they've even finished their morning juice don't get the sort of delicious things he's currently attempting to prepare for you, and β
β¦ of course,that's a lie that he can't even hope to keep up, even for the sake of a farce, because quite frankly the idea of leaving noctis without the most important meal of the day β out of spite or otherwise β leaves him with a deep feeling of regret despite having not even done it, and. ignis scientia does not have regrets.
curses. foiled by his mother-chocobo nature.
now, just because he's privy to the information that peanuts are, in fact, legumes β that does not in any way mean he knows who first started calling them nuts. he's quiet for a moment as he finishes mixing the batter, perhaps even buying himself time, before he deigns to answer. ) I'm not sure.
( gasp. the great ignis scientia ( β’ ) doesn't know something? better call someone. ) Why don't you look it up while these are cooking? ( aha, gotcha.
yes, he can find a way to make you do homework even when there should be none for you to have. if you're so interested, highness.
escusey. he must start dolloping batter on a pre-heated surface now. can't talk. )
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Date: 2017-05-07 04:14 am (UTC)there's the smallest moment in which ignis simply holds the bedclothes close to his person as he watches his prince finally rise from the dead β a fleeting thought that no one would be able to sway him from, should they even think to try β but one in which he simply regards his prince in his most un-princely state, sleepclothes disheveled and rumpled in the only way sleep can bring, hair a mess, eyes bleary. a moment in which he appreciates the sight for what it is, something that only he has born witness to, and thus harbors the smallest little smirk as those feet meet the floor.
he places the blankets back on the mattress, albeit with the sort of grace that no other grown man possesses, and one might take to the thought that he keeps a rather tight grip on the ethereal. the intangible. because how the fuck else would he manage something like that?
he clears his throat, rather audibly. ) I attempted to wake you.
( you ain't have none of it.
who you finna try? )
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Date: 2017-06-06 03:31 am (UTC)noctis scrubs his hands over his face, making the shorter strands of hair normally hanging over his forehead stick up straight. it might be a little bit more adorable if he wasn't already sulking. it's not very regal of him and he knows this but that has never stopped him from waking up in such a manner anyway.
sorry, iggy.
looking over his shoulder, he takes a second to appreciate the way the blankets just settle almost perfectly β would have been perfect if he wasn't still sitting on the edge of the bed like a useless potato. time to stand up. that takes less effort, at least, being young with bones that aren't creaky and also being in need of food.
he yawns. ]
What's for breakfast?
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Date: 2017-06-07 09:09 am (UTC)no one will ever think to get into technicalities as far as one ( 1 ) noctis lucis caelum is concerned, but without the safety of the covering of sheets about him, he's looking a bit less than any measure of prince he might otherwise project, and in the interim, ignis can only chuckle ( a bit fondly ) in the back of his throat. noctis pulls himself to the ( other ) edge of the bed, looking every bit like a useless potato, but is there any morning in which he doesn't project himself as such?
( no, a small voice whispers, but again, that's neither here nor there. )
ignis hums a small, thoughtful sound that stretches across the space between them, head tilted to the side in a scant bit of ( fake ) contemplation. ) That would depend β
β¦ On what his highness would prefer. ( look. he'll make you any thing you want, but he ain't no damn mind reader. so. come on out with it. )
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Date: 2017-06-26 10:33 pm (UTC)and, noctis, the least you can do is say please after making a request.
all in good time, we suppose. :\ ]
Maybe bacon too, [ he makes a suggestion over the sound of running water before splashing some onto his face, dampening the short strands of hair that fall over his forehead. he brushes that aside when he reaches for a towel, rubbing his face and thusly the rest of the sleep out of his eyes. ]
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Date: 2017-07-26 08:56 pm (UTC)( could you be. any more. of a git right now.
probably, but that's neither here nor there.
and while his brat prince is busying himself with whatever sort of disaster that counts as morning ritual, ignis is bringing out the waffle maker ( decently clean, he must say, even if it's not quite up to his standards ), gathering the ingredients needed to make the batter from scratch ( because if you think he's going to use some pre-made boxed hungry jack insomnian equivalent you are dead ass wrong ) and readying the various utensils, bowls and spoons and a whisk roughly the size of his hand.
whenever noct sees fit to meander out from the bathroom, he'll surely find his chamberlain already mixing. he hasn't even checked if there's bacon. ( there is, but let's let the prince sweat a little, shall we? ) )
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Date: 2017-07-30 06:12 am (UTC)( it was an earnest attempt, one might argue, to actually see ignis please though he suspects his tiny cleaning job was just not up to snuff. he can be a semi-useless potato from time to time. )
his dark hair is still messy even after he's run his hands through it a few times and his face does look a touch more refreshed, though the heavy lids of his eyes do little to help with that. at least the prince is conscious and moving this time, shuffling along with bare feet and his hands hanging uselessly at his sides as he lets the smell of breakfast's beginnings draw him into the kitchen.
iggy's back to him while he mixes the batter provides noctis with an opportunity he is happy to take. he sidles up without preamble and, with some effort, rests his chin atop his advisor's shoulder to watch him mix most of the lumps out of that batter. ]
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Date: 2017-07-31 03:03 am (UTC)and finds him impeccably british. there is no getting around that, and you damned well know it.he has been known, at times, to dial it back to a reasonable amount, but there is never any shortage when it comes to his prince, if only because he's well aware that it will be dealt back to him in spades.the sound of the younger's entrance into the kitchen doesn't pass beyond his notice, not only because he has been attuned to every shift of movement for years, but more because there is a very distinct shuffle the prince gives this early in the morning ( what counts for early in noct's book, of course, still being closer to midday than it should, even when ignis rouses him at the very same time, every damned morning, and has since he was the tender age of too-young-to-be-someone-else's-retainer ), and while the advisor's attention is mostly on the mixing of the batter in front of him, the resting of that damned pointy chin against the curve of his shoulder has him turning his head. lightly. just enough that their temples bump one another.
ah, but he is incredibly soft, sometimes, when it comes to a certain brat prince, isn't he? honestly. ) Welcome to the world of the living. ( there's a grin, but noct may not be able to see it from his current vantage point. )
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Date: 2017-08-14 05:05 am (UTC)Reluctantly joining it, [ noctis murmurs with a still sleep-foggy voice ( which isn't all too different from his regular speaking voice, let us be perfectly honest here ), though he doesn't yawn directly in the other's ear. yet. ]
What kind of waffles?
[ gotta know the important things first thing in the morning. he has priorities and it is filling that empty stomach with sweet things and absolutely nothing remotely good for him. ]
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Date: 2017-08-30 01:44 am (UTC)β¦ though it stands to reason that he would, were it required of him. sigh. this man.
there's the smallest hum of a chuckle, barely more than the beginning of a warm, fond sound in the back of his throat. thank you kindly for not yawning directly into his ear. he needs that. ) Peanut butter, unless you've any objections. No visible signs of anything that might hold any nutritional value, but a decent amount of protein. ( never mind that he's going to find a way to slip in some fruit without you noticing, unless you stay right there connected to his shoulder.
oh, but here. have a glass of juice that he's offering over that shoulder. )
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Date: 2017-09-08 12:20 am (UTC)[ fine, fine, he's moving his arms now, reaching for that glass of juice so thoughtfully prepared for him. he makes to leave his chin perch but not before a soft and barely-there nuzzle of his nose against iggy's cheek, the smallest affection before he settles ( flops ) into a chair at the adjacent table. he rubs his eyes in an almost childlike manner as he sinks into the chair, pulling one leg up while he places both elbows on the table. the food isn't here yet so that should be acceptable for now, okay.
this fruit, he can take without protest, taking a small sip of the juice and finding it satisfying. noctis sighs. ]
No objections to peanut butter, [ he conforms with a chuckle. ignis probably knew that already. ]
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Date: 2017-12-05 03:02 am (UTC)( and. whose fault is that, exactly? who caters to this boy's every whim and tantrum when it comes to a diet that consists of negative actual sustenance? honestly, ignis scientia, you aren't doing yourself or your prince any favors.
he continues mixing the batter, movements autonomous, though he doesn't miss the way noct flops down into the chair and props his elbows on the table. sigh, young man. just because the food hasn't been completely prepared yet doesn't mean you're allowed a lapse in manners.
β¦ what manners. ) Even if, technically, peanuts are members of the Leguminosae family?
( of course he knows the scientific name. what a fucking nerd. )
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Date: 2017-12-12 01:41 am (UTC)Beans? [ he makes sure to sound especially affronted by the statement if only becuase ignis thought to specifically point it out. he rests his chin over hands flattened against the table and frowns through his fallen bangs. ( nope, no manners right now. probably no manners later but it is still early in the day. ) ]
Why're you telling me this now? [ because if he was actually being serious, there might be an actual rejection of the peanut butter. but thankfully noctis likes it too much to actually deny himself that sort of bean.
the rest can go burn, though. ]
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Date: 2017-12-14 04:39 am (UTC)also, really, no manners are expected, either. but that's just par for the course. ) To see that precise look on your face. ( maybe it's part of the fact that ignis has always been a morning person and his prince here absolutely has never been, and that gives the older a bit of a jumpstart on messing with him.
( this is for all the trouble you give him when he tries to wake you in the mornings, you see. you've brought this on yourself. )
quirking a brow, he pauses in stirring the batter for a small moment, peering back over his shoulder. ) It doesn't change the fact that you like them, does it Noct?
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Date: 2018-01-06 05:15 am (UTC)[ is that a catch-all response or is noctis choosing to respond to one question? we're not sure. he probably isn't sure either, the sleepyhead. at least the smell of food helps in pushing the prince further into the real world, away from dreamland.
he scrunches his face at the thought of real beans anyway. that face disappears when he lowers his head to press his forehead against his now-open palms on the table. ] Peanuts might be the only beans that are acceptable. Who called them nuts in the first place if they aren't? [ since iggy seems to be the guy with all the food science knowledge. ]
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Date: 2018-01-08 04:09 am (UTC)β¦ of course,that's a lie that he can't even hope to keep up, even for the sake of a farce, because quite frankly the idea of leaving noctis without the most important meal of the day β out of spite or otherwise β leaves him with a deep feeling of regret despite having not even done it, and. ignis scientia does not have regrets.
curses. foiled by his mother-chocobo nature.
now, just because he's privy to the information that peanuts are, in fact, legumes β that does not in any way mean he knows who first started calling them nuts. he's quiet for a moment as he finishes mixing the batter, perhaps even buying himself time, before he deigns to answer. ) I'm not sure.
( gasp. the great ignis scientia ( β’ ) doesn't know something? better call someone. ) Why don't you look it up while these are cooking? ( aha, gotcha.
yes, he can find a way to make you do homework even when there should be none for you to have. if you're so interested, highness.
escusey. he must start dolloping batter on a pre-heated surface now. can't talk. )