[ He recalls the anticipation, then the thrill of the hunt, followed by the high upon recovery of the prey. There had been joy there, a deep sense of pleasure derived from success—the notion that he'd been in control of the valley through the bird perched on his forearm.
It's debatable that he'll feel the same way after so many centuries have elapsed. He's changed since. But there ceased to be guarantees in his life once he was given a living body again. ]
Perhaps.
[ Ignis' attention to the little details has Somnus peer down at his own cuffs. The world has changed, too. Even clothes are stiffer now. ]
I'd rather learn to read first.
[ As children, he and his brother had enjoyed their differences. As the years had gone by, those differences had created a rift. This time, he'll close the gap before it forms. ]
[ Ignis can't keep the curiosity out of his question, even if he's not altogether surprised by Somnus' focus on learning as opposed to the thrill of the hunt. The ages seem to have blunted Somnus' bloodthirst, and he's only just settling into the new world and all its quirks and idiosyncrasies.
[ It's astounding, really, how willing Ignis is to help when he's already up to his eyeballs in terms of items on his agenda. Somnus refuses to add to that ever growing list. The last thing he wants is to become a burden, especially to one who has so much to offer to the world. ]
Your time is precious. I can learn on my own.
[ There's plenty of time between political affairs, for there are no kingly matters to which he must attend. Instead of sleeping, he'll take those moments to teach himself.
[ It's endeaaring, how Somnus doesn't actively presume to lay claim to his time, or impose in any way -- it's something he's come to discover along the way, like a precious secret, a mark of Somnus' tender consideration.
Only Ignis is privy to the softer side of him, he realises, and as he straightens up he reaches for him, snagging his fingers to gently pull him close, feeling him out briefly so that he can accurately brush the softest kiss over his cheek. ]
The kitchens should have our orders ready. One of the drivers will be bringing the car around as well.
[ And it is only Ignis whose hand Somnus runs his along before they part. Touch sustains both of them, but himself for indulgent reasons; for Ignis, it's something much more than that—just as time means something else to an old soul like him.
The day is young yet. It won't pass him by if he blinks, he reminds himself. ]
[ On their way they go, with the picnic basket packed and the car ready and waiting for them. The day is still young when they're on the way to the gardens, Ignis' hand finding his own again in the easy silence of the ride.
Time spent with Somnus is a precious thing; Ignis treasures the warmth of his presence, steady and unchanging; Somnus might think lowly of himself, but Ignis has come to find comfort in the way he's simply there, right beside him, amidst the vicissitudes of royal living.
When they're finally alone, dew-fresh grass and the placid serenity of their retreat replacing the distant sound of their car driving away, Ignis easily lets Somnus take charge of carrying the basket -- really, a fair number of councillors would have conniptions at the fact that Ignis has somehow had the audacity to get Somnus to do menial chores for him, but hey, he's faced down a whole host of past kings, he can handle a few stuffed shirts. ]
[ Even now, Somnus turns away from convention in choosing to forgo a Crownsguard. It's a decision that still fills most of the councilors with unease, knowing that a legend walks unguarded among them. Their protests have lessened, however, since he's started spending more time at Ignis' side, for none can contest the might and wit of the kingdom's most trusted adviser—no matter how much they might grouse, should they happen to spy the Founder King in the middle of performing menial chores.
For what else does he have hands and feet?
The garden is not a place he's visited before. The air here is serene, a far cry from the bustling noise of the Crown City proper. Somnus' steps slow to appreciate the tranquility around them before he fixes his sights on Ignis. ]
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It's debatable that he'll feel the same way after so many centuries have elapsed. He's changed since. But there ceased to be guarantees in his life once he was given a living body again. ]
Perhaps.
[ Ignis' attention to the little details has Somnus peer down at his own cuffs. The world has changed, too. Even clothes are stiffer now. ]
I'd rather learn to read first.
[ As children, he and his brother had enjoyed their differences. As the years had gone by, those differences had created a rift. This time, he'll close the gap before it forms. ]
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[ Ignis can't keep the curiosity out of his question, even if he's not altogether surprised by Somnus' focus on learning as opposed to the thrill of the hunt. The ages seem to have blunted Somnus' bloodthirst, and he's only just settling into the new world and all its quirks and idiosyncrasies.
He turns his head in his direction, waiting. ]
I could help, if you like.
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Your time is precious. I can learn on my own.
[ There's plenty of time between political affairs, for there are no kingly matters to which he must attend. Instead of sleeping, he'll take those moments to teach himself.
He can't always rely on Ignis for everything. ]
All finished?
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[ It's endeaaring, how Somnus doesn't actively presume to lay claim to his time, or impose in any way -- it's something he's come to discover along the way, like a precious secret, a mark of Somnus' tender consideration.
Only Ignis is privy to the softer side of him, he realises, and as he straightens up he reaches for him, snagging his fingers to gently pull him close, feeling him out briefly so that he can accurately brush the softest kiss over his cheek. ]
The kitchens should have our orders ready. One of the drivers will be bringing the car around as well.
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The day is young yet. It won't pass him by if he blinks, he reminds himself. ]
Let us be on our way.
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Time spent with Somnus is a precious thing; Ignis treasures the warmth of his presence, steady and unchanging; Somnus might think lowly of himself, but Ignis has come to find comfort in the way he's simply there, right beside him, amidst the vicissitudes of royal living.
When they're finally alone, dew-fresh grass and the placid serenity of their retreat replacing the distant sound of their car driving away, Ignis easily lets Somnus take charge of carrying the basket -- really, a fair number of councillors would have conniptions at the fact that Ignis has somehow had the audacity to get Somnus to do menial chores for him, but hey, he's faced down a whole host of past kings, he can handle a few stuffed shirts. ]
Any spot you have in mind?
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For what else does he have hands and feet?
The garden is not a place he's visited before. The air here is serene, a far cry from the bustling noise of the Crown City proper. Somnus' steps slow to appreciate the tranquility around them before he fixes his sights on Ignis. ]
Take me to the one in yours.