[ Ignis' eloquence is becoming -- it's not difficult for her to see the clout he has in discussions, how he's easily the greatest asset in Lucis. She releases him after a moment, moving past towards the desk by the window. On it lies a familiar magazine that has found its way to her desk, emblazoned with crass speculation about the King of Lucis' proclivities, the face of his lover splashed across the cover, bearing a striking resemblance to Ignis himself. It had broken her heart when she'd seen it, to know that Noctis had not put Ignis out of his mind at all, no matter the nights he'd spent in her bed.
He would never be hers.
She picks it up and hands it over to him when she circles back to her seat, wineglass in hand. She drains the entire thing, feeling the languid burn of it down her throat. ]
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[ Ignis' eloquence is becoming -- it's not difficult for her to see the clout he has in discussions, how he's easily the greatest asset in Lucis. She releases him after a moment, moving past towards the desk by the window. On it lies a familiar magazine that has found its way to her desk, emblazoned with crass speculation about the King of Lucis' proclivities, the face of his lover splashed across the cover, bearing a striking resemblance to Ignis himself. It had broken her heart when she'd seen it, to know that Noctis had not put Ignis out of his mind at all, no matter the nights he'd spent in her bed.
He would never be hers.
She picks it up and hands it over to him when she circles back to her seat, wineglass in hand. She drains the entire thing, feeling the languid burn of it down her throat. ]
You've been briefed on this, I assume.