nascere | LET'S PLAY {open post}

[ Noctis snorts, faint but still audible. He doesn't want to think about anyone else giving Ignis what he gives him -- he still wildly, ferociously hates the idea of another touching Ignis the way he has, kissing and touching and holding him, the recipient of the way Ignis looks at him, soft-eyed and vulnerable and warm.

He can see it now, in his mind's eye, swallowing the desire and aching to renew what they had, to feel him again. But he can't, not like this, even if every ounce of him wants to kiss him stupid and steal every word from his lips.

There's only ever been him, and that's enough for Noctis. There is a weight that lifts off of him that he never realised was there, and even when relief sets in there is another question that lingers. ]

So where do we go from here?

[ He's never wanted to lie to Noctis about this, except for maybe when they were younger and he'd been torn between duty and want. Ever since then, though, he's been painfully honesty about almost everything he wants. In the case of the last year - too honest, perhaps, to a fault.

Still, they're talking. That's...good. That's better than it could have been by leaps and bounds. Ignis lifts his coffee to his lips, considering. There's not really a good time, but they'll have to figure one out in between all of the other things going on. Better they determine this now, than let the press or a slip-up elsewhere happen and make more of a mess. At least he knows how to keep his distance in public; Six knows he's been good at that, also to a fault. ]

I don't know. We'll have to see how things progress with the divorce. Once that's sorted, we can schedule some time to talk about it, but that time will have to be determined by how quickly everything here progresses.

[ Noctis' gaze lingers on the bob of his adam's apple when he speaks, not quite able to still believe this yet. The world doesn't look as bleak as it once does, now that he's decided to stay and be here, and it feels like the sun has rsen in more ways than one. He's acutely aware of the fact that there's still a lot to be done, but that's fine -- as long as he's here, as long as he's not hurting.

They have to straighten out this thing with the divorce, the impending storm and flurry that Octavia would also need protection from, and he circles back around to the dining table, taking a seat thoughtfully. ]

I'll call for the council. [ It doesn't seem fair to send Ignis into it when this is a mess he has to take care of himself. Letting Ignis take all the heat doesn't seem all that fair when he hasn't technically done anything wrong. He knows how they'll talk, how the rumor mills work, and he would rather direct the attention to himself. He'll have an easier time of it than either one of them, anyway. Who's going to really go at the king who just brought back the daylight after ten years of neverending night?

Noctis doesn't like taking advantage of that very much - as far as he's concerned, it's always been a duty - but there are times when it's a good shield. Besides, with everything that Octavia had put in place moving forward, he doesn't expect an immense fallout. ] I'll inform them of the decision.

[ There's a part of him - small, but undeniably there, that is a little irritated by this. He's always been soft on Noctis, but it's taken him a while to fully appreciate the implications of what that bias looked like, the form it took.

He's trying to dive in front of a sword that Ignis is willing, capable and prepared to already fall on, which in a way does warm him down to his toes, but there's also the fact that the reason he has to go to this meeting is because of Noctis and his wife.While he's relieved that Noctis is looking more animated, is reaching out to him to try and take over this task, his wife is gods know where dealing with the fact that she's going to be initiating a divorce, the likes of which haven't been seen before in Insomnia.

It's his job to take a sword for Noctis, not Noctis' job to do so for him. Gently, he presses a hand to Noctis' shoulder, gripping firmly. ]

I appreciate it, but you need to talk to Octavia. First and foremost to see how she's doing, but secondly, to thank her. She knew exactly what she was doing, Noct. We could have been much less lucky.

[ Talking to Octavia, yes. Ignis is right -- the first thing he has to do is go to her; they need to sort this out between themselves before they face the others, and Noctis, oh, how he owes her. Ignis squeezes his shoulder and it's difficult not to be distracted, or be reminded of what they've had, what they can have again. There's a flicker of guilt that curls in his chest. He owes her so much, he owes her for having Ignis back with him, and he's cautiously hopeful.

He rests his hand on his, briefly. Ignis can handle this, he knows -- he'll face down the Council and handle things, and he cannot help but be grateful to him as well. He's his right hand, his shield, and it feels like something's slotted back in his world. He's complete again, and it's difficult for him to still believe it. Squeezing his hand, he nods. They will definitely need another talk soon, once he takes care of it. ]

We really could have. [ He aches to kiss his fingers, to press his lips against those familiar gloves, but he refrains. They can sort this one out later, too. ] I'll see you, then. Let me know how it goes.

[ It's as well as he could have hoped this would go. Ignis walks away from it feeling hopeful instead of anxious, worried about what the next day will bring and Noctis, he hopes, goes away feeling the same. It's the kind of memory he'll hold onto if something goes too far south, if they're parted again for any reason. They can come back from this; they just have to try, when the time is right.

For a while the divorce proceedings are all that occupy his attention. He takes care of Luna a few times during the odd hours when Octavia is in meetings and has to run between them; usually those periods line up when he's reading reports and it's terribly easy to watch her and walk around while he's working. It makes it easier for him to work with her regarding her projects; she comes out of one meeting and they touch base on everything, before she heads to the next one.

When things are settled down for not just one day, or two, but three, without the impeding certainty that the world was going to end if he wasn't on call at all moments, that's when he reaches out to Noctis, sliding an invitation into his schedule. Rather than at a restaurant, it's set for one of the living room portions of the Citadel - meetings for friends, usually or a more casual place to stay. Or, in Prompto's case, a great place to steal Noctis for gaming. He orders delivery from the same place that he and Noctis always used to get it from while on the way home from an off-site meeting and then picks up a six pack of his favorite sodas.

It's not bribery, but he also wants to make this conversation as painless as possible and plying someone with good food and the reminder that you care will hopefully do something. By the time Noctis arrives, he's plated everything, and is idly sipping from a can of Ebony. ]

Hello. I'm glad the meeting before didn't run too long; I tried to make certain I scheduled this after one of the ones that was less likely to be a mess of arguments lasting twenty minutes extra.

[ The Council is great. ]

[ Noctis devotes his time to his duties, to stabilising whatever fallout that comes out of the divorce. The public relations team have been briefed, and so has the press secretary -- the press releases had gone out, and eventually the furore dies down to a simmer. Everyone has their opinion, their two cents' worth, and Noctis is inwardly thankful that more pressing diplomatic and public policy matters to look into. He spends whatever little time he has with Luna, taking care to visit her and hold her from time to time.

He speaks with Octavia, too; apologizes to her (for all the good it'll possibly do), and they still work together, because if nothing they are a good team, and Noctis appreciates her talent for forging new ties and her business acumen. There is a lot that he learns from her, but he feels better. He feels happier, even if the guilt of letting Octavia down doesn't go away. She takes it well, all things considered, but Noctis takes care to pay special attention to what she needs, to provide all that she would require. She doesn't need all that much -- although she's mentioned that she would be making a trip back to Nifleheim for awhile, just to straighten things out on the other side.

Word of the divorce had caused ripples and a few out of turn comments from dubious spokespersons, but overall, Noctis is relieved to see that the alliance between Lucis and the Empire have not been severely affected. Ignis makes an appointment to meet Noctis, and he turns up this evening after a day full of meetings, relieved and please that this'll be in a place that he remembers. a place he's neglected for a little over a year.

Shutting the door behind him and casually locking it -- he doesn't want them to be disturbed; he has no idea what the agenda for the evening is, but he assumes it isn't wholly involved with business matters. ]

Thanks. [ He says, unbuttoning his suit jacket and shrugging out of it, tossing it onto the nearest chair. ] Yeah, thankfully they're all in a hurry to go home this evening. It's been a long day for everyone.

[ And Ignis most probably knew that, too. Taking a can and popping the tab, he gives him a small, crooked smile, appreciating the familiar smell of the chinese takeout. All his favorites too, clearly. ]

I don't envy your job.

I imagine.

[ It's been a busy few weeks for everyone, but blessedly most of the effort is because of political matters, not military ones. He'll always take that over any sort of military issue; while everyone is still rebuilding, there's a peace and no one is tempted to violate it. One of the more common conversations lately, though, has been about what they do in cases like that. What they do when the military does need to mobilize.

It's a valid question and one that he's been mulling over with Gladiolus. There's a potential solution, but with it comes risk, as with any when they're playing with such a balancing act. ]

Good, as I rather like it and don't intend to give it up any time soon.

[ Ignis pops open another box and passes Noctis his favorite wordlessly, dishing himself up so he can sit on the chair across from him. ]

There's something we need to consider, and I wanted to talk with you in private, first. If we-- were to revisit what we had before, I think we need to determine exactly what that entails, all the way through. If you'd rather not, then we'll proceed as normal. I would understand.

[ Noctis will be open to hearing whatever proposals they have when it comes to potential mobilisation. At this point, it is not feasible for any country to go to war with each other, but it doesn't hurt to be prepared, to shore up their defenses wherever necessary. Taking the box from him with a word of thanks, he picks up a pair of chopsticks and proceeds to open it. Mm, sliced beef rice, definitely his favorite. It occurs to him, too, that he misses what Ignis used to make for him. The different dishes he'd have new recipes for, and how Noctis always used to tease him for it.

He settles in and helps himself -- he only had a sandwich for lunch before he had to attend another meeting, and he's hungry. ] Mm.

[ But then Ignis is outlining the agenda for the evening, and he looks up from his food, settling in and contemplating him, disgesting what he means to say. So Ignis wants a state of the union thing in regards to this... current stalemate they have. ] What's normal for us? [ The relationship they had, fiery and consuming and passionate ever since they fell into each other -- the one that had been normal for them up until the marriage happened -- or this stalemate now? ]

[ That's another thing he hasn't quite gotten used to. With Noctis nowhere near by, Ignis...didn't really cook. Everything he spent was paid for and he didn't come anywhere near excessive spending. His time was better spent doing other, more important things. Now that he's back, he wonders if that's something he'll pick up again for him.

Chopsticks in hand, he grabs one of the potstickers and neatly settles it on the plate as well. Why not. And, of course, a misstep. This...wasn't normal. At least, not what he'd meant by it. Ignis frowns at himself and takes a bite to buy a moment to think about how he wants to attack this.]

We've never really had a normal. I suppose I mean baseline normal, for a king and his chamberlain. It's simply meant as an escape option, if you need. That's all.

[ Noctis isn't anywhere as dignified when it comes to eating, digging into his box and taking a bite, then frowning when he discovers broccoli buried under the meat, when he picks out and lays onto Ignis' plate. But he's listening. He's trying to work out just what they are to each other, what they can be to each other. It's a long road to moving back to what they were again, but the idea of using the escape option just seems too much to bear. ]

We've been through that escape option. It didn't work.

[ He points out quietly. Haven't they tried that repeatedly? Noctis had demonstrated that he has no qualms about breaking all those rules -- he's not the one to keep to them, he can't. The truth is that Ignis is his biggest weakness, the one man who is the exception to so much, who tips him towards that dangerous line between love and obsession. It's not healthy, probably, but he doesn't care. ]

I'm assuming you have some thoughts of your own. [ He begins carefully, eyeing him over his food. ]

[ Of course. The familiarity of it is comforting enough all on its own. Ignis puts it on top of a bit of the sliced meat he has and then piles some rice onto it before using the meat like a little bag to hold it. He'll eat Noctis' vegetables this time, but he's making sure to add that smoothie to his breakfast later, because Noctis needs to eat some greenery. ]

I know.

[ Noctis could send him away if he needed to, though. Ignis is well-prepared for anything that might happen, and he has his own resources if for some reason Noctis decided that this was enough, here and now. He won't, of course. Ignis knows that right now, that's not really even in question, but if things go poorly, well. They've never had a fight that bad; he's hoping. ]

Part of me thinks I don't know how to properly have a relationship with you because I blur the lines of where my job ends and my partnership with you begins. I thought time away would help ease it, but I'm here, across from you now and it hasn't eased. It's just as much as before. And I -- worry that will make me unfit. To trust I make decisions based on the kingdom's needs and not my own with you. I worry about the same for you.

[ So Noctis was wrong -- this does have something to do with business, and his governing of the kingdom. Ignis is right, he's hit the nail on the head, and Noctis doesn't continue eating. This is an issue for them -- he's not stupid, he knows that he's compromised whenever he's with Ignis, that he lacks the ability to think straight whenever Ignis is concerned. The latest thing right here, that's proof enough, and he can't find it in himself to be defensive about it.

If Ignis has seen it, perhaps others are starting to, as well -- that the fastest and more sure way to the king is through Ignis and vice versa. It had been impossible to give Ignis up even for the sake of his kingdom and his people, but he doesn't mention it; he doesn't need to. In the end, Ignis had been the one to bite the bullet and walk away.

Even so, they're still here again. ]

You did. You walked away, remember? [ Noctis points that out neutrally. He'd said no to him, denied him any last comfort for the sake of his wife, of Lucis. ] And you came back here because Aranea made you. I'm not entirely worrled about your inability to make decisions based on the kingdom's neds.

[ Which leaves Noctis. He pauses. ] Unless we're talking about me.

[ In some way, it's relieving to know that it's unlikely that Octavia will ever be in much danger from those who would oppose them. If he were going to go after anyone, logically, he'd go after Luna, and then himself, Prompto and Gladiolus. Octavia was safe, most likely, from a great many threats because of Noctis' behavior but that wasn't exactly the reason that he'd done it, nor a reason to congratulate him. ]

I walked away because I couldn't trust myself to be objective.

[ Because he couldn't control himself and if he didn't start, he was going to make things worse. Logically, he knows that the fact he went away means he could have, but it was much harder to deny what he wanted when it was right in front of him. This was easier. ]

And I didn't -- Aranea didn't make me, Noctis. She may have orchestrate the timing, but I agreed to a year and she ensured that it wasn't extended any past that like some contracts were. I wanted to be here.

[ Nail on the head, as it goes. Ignis looks at him, not accusing, but...something. It's edged in disappointment. ]

I thought that leaving would allow you to move on and focus on her.

[ Noctis bristles a little despite himself, defensiveness stirring in spite of best intentions. Ignis is right -- what he said is painfully astute; in the back of his mind he had been aware a topic like this will come out soon. Ignis has always held him to a high standard, had expected better of him, pushing him to be a better person even if they had lapsed into so many bad habits together before. But seeing the disappointment edged in his eyes is something else entirely.

Also, the fact that he's here because he wanted to be. This is new, but it's good to know. Not that it'll make that much of a difference now, but that's not the point. The point of this evening, it seems, is the topic of Noctis' behavior. Now that the danger has mostly passed, the crisis well on its way away from them, it's time to come down to brass tacks and talk about the cause of all of this in the first place.

The cause being Noctis himself. He frowns, but he's not angry, not really. ] Sorry to disappoint.

[ Okay, so maybe he's a little angry. ]

[ Noctis clams up when he's upset, defensive sometimes. How many times has Ignis seen it - when he'd have a fight with his father and throw himself onto the couch and curl up, or when something else would go wrong and he didn't know how to deal with it. This is a better version, but still much the same.

Ignis keeps eating because it's hot and there's no sense wasting food; besides, he should before something gets said that makes him lose his appetite again, as with the croissant earlier. ]

Give me a proper response, Noct. [ Ignis blows on some of the noodles, giving Noctis an unimpressed look over the rim of his glasses, like that's the whole reason Noctis healed him - for disapproving looks. ] There's no point in mincing words. We've both proven we have questionable motives when one of us is concerned. It's absolutely something that needs to be spoken about going forward with me staying.

[ Ignis is calling him out on it now, and another thing that's changed, clearly, is the depth of his patience for Noctis' terrible habits. Which, of course, is entirely warranted. Despite being king, and despite being a little over thirty, there are still some less desirable traits that cling stubbornly; this trait being one of them. Really, he doesn't miss those unimpressed looks -- all right, maybe he does a little deep down inside. But he'll never admit it. At least he's here to do it to him, right?

But on to the more important thing: Noctis and his stubborn habit of ending up wrecking things for others to clean up. ]

You're right. [ He offers at last, because he wants to make an effort of this. Do something different, maybe -- be less of a spoiled child. He lifts his eyes to his nonetheless. ] You're the only one I've ever wanted, and that hasn't changed. I don't think it's ever going to change. [ Maybe Ignis had hoped for a better outcome, maybe he hadn't wanted this, but the truth remains is that it is what it is now. ] I tried, and all I could see was your face.

[ If they're both aware of it and he makes Gladiolus, Cor, and maybe Monica and Dustin aware of things as well, they'll probably be better off. Better, in that it will be less Ignis worrying that he's pushing things too far out of a fondness for Noctis, or not telling Noctis when his favoritism is too blatant. The more people aware the more can manage it, and make certain to help protect Noctis. ]

As flattering as that is, it's also proving to be problematic, to a point. The rumors are one thing - unsubstantiated, based around a few photos at a ring shot and circumstantial evidence aside from it. Now, add rumors to the fact that I showed up and the divorce proceedings were happening and rumors will grow but ultimately fade as we've seen.

[ A pause, here, because he needs to ensure Noctis fully understands what they're getting into. ]

If we do this, then we'll have to go to the public with it and we have to control the narrative in every aspect. Which means we would need to start thinking about dates. We'll have to politicize whatever we do, Noctis. If it graduates from an affair, then it does truly grow and it becomes something we have to manage.

[ Ten years ago, Noctis would have cringed, sulked, made even clearer his dislike for the politicking of the entire system. But he's older now, and hopefully a touch more mature about things. And he's accepted too, that his personal feelings on things didn't matter as much in the big picture, and as king, his personal life is fair game for gossip fodder and speculation.

Noctis knows this. He hates this, but he knows this. Ignis lays it out for him with a precision that is almost surgical, but he listens. A necessary evil, granted, but this was what he was signed up for the moment he was born.

Politicizing Ignis and their relationship, one that he so jealously guards and keeps away from common knowledge is an unpleasant truth. He sets aside his chopsticks for the moment, looking him over. ]

I draw the line at the press team popping up in our bedroom.

[ Our. A slip of the tongue -- but it's too late to take it back now. Nonetheless, he quickly pushes forward. ] What are you proposing?

I'm not proposing anything, specifically.

[ He's merely working through all of the angles, analyzing the situation that they're quickly about to find themselves in once the divorce is finalized in full and they move forward. He keeps thinking in abstracts, in ifs and maybes but the reality is that they're both too caught up in each other not to do this. It's just a matter of finding out if they can do this and maintain their positions as they are. ]

Indeed. I'd rather keep some things to the imagination.

[ Ignis takes a considering bite of another wonton, mulling over the response he wants to give. ]

It means we'll have to move slower than either of us would like, but it may be wise. We never really had time to take things at our own pace with everything going on. Maybe this is a second chance, as it seems like so many are.

Do you mean for us to document what we do and make periodic press releases out of it?

[ Ignis overthinks things. It's second nature for him, really -- and he's overthinking this too, or so Noctis thinks. But he supposes there's merit behind it when it turns out that the man is prepared for just about anything. He doesn't comment on that, because times like that, it's what they need.

He resumes eating, keeping a careful eye out for stray vegetables before nicking one of Ignis' potstickers. He's always loved those, but never really looked into getting a share for himself. ]

Second chances. [ He likes that. Octavia had given them both a second chance to make this right; he just doesn't know where to start. ] I don't mind us taking our time. I just want to know if we're planning to... showcase this or something.

I mean that we handle this very carefully as there's no room for error. If that means putting out press releases and ensuring that the press only talks about what we want them to talk about, then we'll need to be aware of that.

[ The potsticker theft doesn't go unnoticed, and Ignis carefully counts the remainder, making certain he doesn't take more than half so that Noctis has access to more if he wants them. They, at the very least, have some vegetable content. ]

One of many we've been afforded.

[ Through pure luck that Octavia was a better woman than Ignis could have hoped for. ]

I think it's likely. If we move too quickly in the public's opinion, you'll certainly face some sort of backlash; already, it's going to be...unpopular, that you've divorced the woman you married for a treaty and are seeing your adviser. There will be cries of nepotism at best.

[ Noctis looks down at the potstickers he's bitten into, chewing and frowning -- on the one hand deciding that the vegetable content is negligible enough to be magnanimously overlooked and on the other contemplating the truth of his words.

They've come so far, faced down so many trials and hardships and a marriage -- it would be stupid to ruin it. Not just for himself, but for Ignis as well; he would get the worse end of the deal media-wise. Octavia, too. And he can't have that. ]

So for the foreseeable future, I still hide you away like a secret. Are you okay with that?

[ Because the last time he tried something like that, Ignis went away for a year. ]

Noct...

[ Ignis hesitates openly, now. He hasn't been talking about keeping this secret; he's been talking about holding off. About doing this the right way, giving it time, trying not to rush into things.

Ignis dips one of the potstickers in to the ginger-soy sauce provided and then stills, pushing forward before he loses his ability to point it out right now. Hiding things won't make this better. ]

I'm suggesting that we don't do anything until the time is right. That I remain your adviser and chamberlain first.

[ The potsticker sits too long; when he withdraws, the insides fall out into the sauce and he sighs heavily, fetching that next. ]

[ Ah.

That. That's a whole new kettle of fish. Noctis looks surprised for a moment, and a part of him wants to protest, to push -- how can he stand to finally have him back and not do anything about it? How can he sit there so calmly and say something like that to him, like his feelings are a thing that can be turned off on a whim?

He can see the reasoning, it doesn't mean he likes it. ]

So when do you think the right time will be? Is it a unilateral decision or do I get a say in it this time?

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