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[claritatis]

"You've reached Ignis Scientia. Leave a message and I will endeavour to get back to you post-haste."

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[carrotkeeper]

Okay

That was the wrong answer

But I'll give you a second chance since you're Gladdy's friend and all

[claritatis]

You obviously already have something in mind. Why don't you just tell me what this is about.

[carrotkeeper]

[She was hoping to play this game a little longer!!! God Iggy.]

Not really a what

More of a who

She's got pink hair and is proooobably sitting beside you right now

[claritatis]

[She isn't, in fact, but... oh.]

Are you upset because I didn't tell you I have a girlfriend?

[carrotkeeper]

I'm not upset

[She is, in fact. Only a little bit.]

That's just super important information ya know

The mighty prince's right hand finally finds love

Come on that's big news

[claritatis]

It isn't news, Iris. In fact it's no one's business but mine.

[carrotkeeper]

[There's a short pause in messages between read at XX:XX pm and her next one. Sometimes it's hard to remember these are Gladdy's friends and not the teenagers she used to hang out with before her home was destroyed. In their world, it wouldn't be appropriate to message the prince's aid like this, but-]

Come on I'm just happy for you

She seems really nice

[claritatis]

[Maybe he's more sensitive of it than he needs to be. Maybe because, in Insomnia it would have been news. His choice of partner would have been examined and critiqued, while everything about her would have been pulled out of the dust to evaluate if she was a fitting companion for the prince's retainer.

He doesn't have to worry about any of that here, but he's still kept their relationship fairly low-key, and so has she.]

Thank you. [And he does realise, belatedly, that his tone may have been unfairly harsh.]

She's a truly wonderful woman. I'm glad you've met her.

[claritatis]

I'm afraid she's never mentioned you.

[carrotkeeper]

[That's sweet Iggy.

She's gonna screencap it.]

Yeah she showed me around. Got to talk to her for awhile.

[Even tho she wouldn't give her the hot scoop on anything. GOSH.]

Soooo

You gonna tell me your side of the story? How'd you two meet?

[claritatis]

[That's his girl, alright.]

We met on my first day here. She was on her way to the clinic, but was kind enough to stop and answer some of my questions.

event shenans

[dedikated]

( The very earliest hours of the morning are hardly a stranger, more a close friend than anything else, but even so, her senses aren't fully alert, certainly not enough to notice that familiar little noise in the back of her skull, like television static. )

( ...What time's it? )

( Boy, it's sure a good thing that Kate clearly explained her tele— who are we kidding, of course she didn't. Perhaps the unfortunate case of memory swapping may have given a hint to the ability, but even then, it could be so easy to overlook in the grander scheme of that time she almost died. )

[claritatis]

[And Ignis, who still hasn't recovered fully from Altissia for as much as he has been trying to act as if everything feels normal for him, sleeps far later into the morning than he normally would and wakes up to Kate's voice murmuring a question at him.

He grimaces slightly, without opening his eyes, and mutters back--]

'I don't know. It's morning.'

[dedikated]

( Right. Murmuring. )

( Obviously. )

( But a quick look at her phone confirms the time — about 7am, much later than she'd usually be in bed until, but it's comfortable here after a week of sleeping alone — and Kate rolls onto her side and sits up, casting a glance over her shoulder at the sleepy lump of boyfriend in the bed. )

( ...Cute. )

( She probably should control the telepathy, filter her thoughts back to normal communication, but it's been far too long since she's had to try, and the morning is still fresh enough that the effort needed to do so doesn't quite get pulled up.

Not yet, anyway. She's missed the buzz of the bond more than she cares to admit, and if she can't have Faith's voice on the other end of the line, Ignis' isn't so bad. )

( I need coffee. )

[carrotkeeper]

And then???

[Ignis oh my god you're actually killing her.]

[claritatis]

And then we got to know each other better and developed feelings for one another. In much the same way many relationships progress.

[Gods Iris you are fifteen and this is so awkward.]

[claritatis]

'I'm not so weary that I can't hear that egregious accusation.' [Ignis sighs, curling up slightly in the bed and pressing his cheek against the pillow. It's uncharacteristic, both in its softness and in the way he simply doesn't appear to want to get out of bed, but... he's been through a lot, and in her presence, he allows himself this.

Call him cute, will you?]

'Pour a cup for me? I'll get up in a moment.'

[dedikated]

( Egregious? Or true? He might think differently if he could see what she can. A wash of gratefulness for Emily's all-too-brief return passes over Kate, and probably tinges the edges of Ignis' consciousness, as she considers the coffee offerings for the morning. The stuff she managed to talk the gods into providing is a whole world better than the coffee provided by default in the shops. )

( Cart's coming by soon. )

( Let's see— )

( Clothes... Ah. This'll do. )

( Thanks for the shirt, Ignis. It's nice and comfy, and in need of the sleeves rolling up. )

[claritatis]

[He catches the sensation of something on the edge of his mind - an emotion that doesn't belong to him - and immediately bolts half-upright in bed.]

What--..?

[Ah, but his ribs still hurt. He winces, curling an arm around himself as he eases himself into a more comfortable position. In a moment, he'll be able to appreciate the vision of her standing there in his shirt, but right now he needs to catch his breath.]

Ouch...

[dedikated]

( There's something so natural about this method of communication for her — an entire childhood of talking this way with Marc, and recent years allowing herself and Faith to have this familiar link — that, even after Ignis shoots up out of bed and winces, Kate's lips don't start moving in order for her to talk. )

( Shit. You alright? )

( She slides back onto the bed, leaning over and brushing a hand across his forearm. )

( ...Ice pack? )

( An ice pack would probably be good. )

[claritatis]

[For Ignis, who has only experienced this once and not with Kate, the experience is altogether unpleasantly jarring as he comes to the swift realisation that he's been talking without... talking.]

No, it's just... [A few cracked ribs. Nothing to be done about it, really. He frowns, carefully trying to make sense of the situation.]

Something strange is going on.

[dedikated]

( It may just get stranger before it gets more normal, as a brief flicker of confusion which isn't his fades into the lightbulb moment of realisation.

Just because it isn't strange for her (and, if she thinks about it, even when it comes to having this bond with him, she wouldn't be entirely surprised), doesn't mean it's not the same for him.

And she probably should have said something sooner, but with the bond firmly in place with Faith, she didn't expect it to come up. )

( This? ... Think this event's messing with my powers. )

( And, just to check... Yeah, his name's there, inked on her body like some sort of bad, lovesick idea. )

1/2

[restinglichface]

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[restinglichface]

well she sure as shit didnt mention u other bucko

[claritatis]

[Lup might be expecting that to sting. It doesn't.]

That isn't surprising. She's a private person.