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2/26; un: delacroix

[philoxenia]

[ After things have calmed down, which... she is incredibly glad for, she reaches out. She doesn't even really give herself time to decompress, because she mostly doesn't want to think too hard about it. It's fine. She's fine. This is how she copes. ]

Ignis--

How are you doing, after all of that?

[calcitrants]

I've been better. And you, Mira? Is everything all right with you?

{ voice } un: deadlock.ashe

[hipshoots]

Hey. Thought I'd see how you were after our little trip through the woods. And, y'know, all that crazy stuff that happened when we got back to the city.

{voice}

[calcitrants]

[ oh, isn't she a voice for sore ears! ignis smiles when he gets her message, and responds: ]

I'm doing quite well, thank you, Ashe. Fortunately, the horns and tail did not seem to be permanent appendages. And you?

[ text ] un: cordylocke

[knightofthecart]

Hey~. When are you free next? I need to spar with someone who won't pull their punches.

[calcitrants]

Bored already, I see. Or offended that someone pulled their punches with you?

text; un: puchchar (nsfw)

[warpspammer]

[ There's a picture that pops up in Ignis' inbox, apropos of no conversation he's had with Nyx recently. The glaive is relaxing on a very nice (and familiar looking) bed, legs splayed out a bit carelessly, and shirtless. The focal point of the picture, taken from a mirror propped up across from him, isn't Nyx, though.

No, it's the fact that his pants are undone, tugged open just enough to free his cock, clearly hard, from its confines. He has a hand wrapped around it, and though there's no movement, the arch of his wrist speaks to being mid-stroke when it was taken.

The picture isn't accompanied by any text, but there's a smirk on Nyx's face in the picture that speaks of the response he's expecting. ]

[calcitrants]

[ the recipient in question is presently scant meters away in the bathroom, having just showered. he had brought his device in with him just in case, and of course, it pays off when he checks it after towelling off.

he smiles when he sees that dick, full and plump and thick, and nyx all ready for him in his bed -- as if they hadn't been fucking prior to this lovely little image.

forgoing the need to get dressed, he simply steps out of the bathroom. ]

What a way to get me out of the bathroom.

[ he murmurs, buck naked and setting his own device on the ottoman at the foot of the bed so it captures whatever is reflected in the mirror. ]

You could've sent me a video.

BACKDATED to the day after their first meeting

[codenamem]

[The day after Ignis meets Albert, a hand written letter and two red roses tied with a green ribbon will be left on his doorstep. Should he be home when they're delivered, there will be a knock at the door. The letter reads as follows:]

Mr. Ignis Scientia,

I would like to formally apologize for my actions of yesterday evening. I am aware that I came into your home as a guest and indulged more than I ought, while letting your exquisitely prepared meal somewhat go to waste. I also sincerely apologize for keeping you up until an odd hour, then falling asleep in your bed without asking for leave to do so, and for any discomfort or lack of sleep these may have caused you. I hope that you are in good health despite it.

I have no excuse for my actions, and as such will not attempt to excuse them in any way. I simply beg your indulgence and forgiveness. It is with great humility that I also request a second meeting with you, perhaps one where I may make up for my grievous disregard for your cooking and might enjoy whatever you would see fit to prepare, providing of course that you let me supply the ingredients you request or payment for the acquisition thereof. If you are not amenable to this, I beg you to at least consider coming to my home for wine and a light meal at a time of your choosing, for I very much wish to continue our discussions.

I have enclosed with this letter my address, and my fondest wishes to see you again.

Sincerely yours,
Albert J. Moriarty

un: a.hw — dick pic request!!!

[airspear]

[ A little bit after this sexting situation and before Albert arrives at her place. ]

Hey, gorgeous.

What's your opinion on dick pics?

ADORABLE

[calcitrants]

[ LMAPSHDJFKF

ignis sees it, blinks, and sends back a text: ]

That depends on who is doing the sending, and who is doing the receiving. Why?

4/2-late late night

[codenamem]

I'm almost certain you're not awake, and equally certain you're busy if you are, so I'll try to keep this terrifically one-sided so as not to bother you overly much.

You were glorious today. Seeing people who care for you and who lift you up did my heart so much good. I only hope someday I'll be able to introduce you to my brothers, as I can think of no other way to pay back the sheer joy today gave me.

This house is too big without company. Moran's gone back to his old apartment for the night, but I foolishly decided to stay here and not make my way back to mine. It was a grave error. I can't sleep in this dreadfully large place alone, and I'm at a loss. Know that in my distress, my thoughts turned to you: your warm eyes, your clever smile, your deft hands. I'll think of them until I am too exhausted to worry any longer.

I hope you're sleeping soundly now, or being showered in the glowing affection you so dearly deserve. Good night, darling Ignis.

[calcitrants]

[ the response comes minutes later: ]

My dearest Albert,
It pains me to know that you're in that manor all alone, without the company and love that you so richly deserve. Thank you for the praise, I do so appreciate it, but it was you who was resplendent tonight.

You were magnificent, mingling with my guests with a charm that I can barely look away from, an absolute vision in your vest and cravat. What little time we spent together in the spare bedroom is not enough. I am thinking of you most fondly, and I intend to rescue you from your distress more definitively.

Come downstairs, and open the door for me. I'm waiting for you.

video, un: naotorious

[naotorious]

Hey hey hey! It's been a while~! [ Or at least it feels that way. ]

I gotta ask you something.

[ Nao isn't sure what to make of jumping from one place to the next, but Ignis is one of the first people he's spoken to at both so he figures this ought to be his first step at unscrambling his memories. How do you have two instances of meeting the same person for the first time? He doesn't let that question ruin the half smile he's wearing but he certainly is confused. ]

What was the last thing you remember before coming here?

un: ignis

[calcitrants]

Nao?

[ what an interesting question -- he blinks, confused for a moment, before he chooses his answer with care. ]

The last thing I remembered was Altissia. Why?

[ does he know its name? ]

Text; after the concert

[codenamem]

I have magnificent news! Truly unbelievable. I can hardly contain myself.

[calcitrants]

[ ?? ]

What is it?

Text; un: aj.moriarty this is so nsfw

[codenamem]

Darling, I know you have to work early so I won't make you come to me. However, I need your opinion on something.

[He sends a selfie of himself in the ridiculous mirror in his bedroom, kneeling on the bed with an absolutely obvious bulge in a rather scandalously tight pair of short teal swim trunks.

Yes this is a pretense.]

How does this color look on me?

text; | un: ignis

[calcitrants]

[ oh, gods.

somehow albert's brand of dirty talk is worse, because there's still some sort of decency threaded in it which goes right. down. south. guess who's 100% awake ]

I can't decide, actually. How about sending me a close up video of you moving in them?

A Handwritten Letter Delivered by Dog-mail

[sonoftenebrae]

Dear Ignis,

Enclosed is a ticket for entry to the Tourmaline Art Gallery. I have its mate. You may use it as you wish, but I hope you'll accompany me tomorrow evening. A new exhibit of Noctium landscapes has just opened, and might offer some insight into our new world.

You may respond through Pryna, or with a message upon the network device.

Respectfully Yours,
Ravus Nox Fleuret

PRYNA RETURNS

[calcitrants]

[ it's pryna, very much alive and there, unlike when she had been dying right there in altissia. his eyes widen as he crouches to take the letter from him. he smiles, gently bidding pryna into the home as he gives the dog a treat.

ravus' letter is incredibly thoughtful, every word neatly elegant and polite, which makes ignis' heart warm, just a little, even if he'll never admit it. while it is more expedient to simply respond via network, ignis wants to match his old-school courtesy with some of his own.

he folds the letter and the ticket neatly, then starts writing: ]

Dear Ravus,

I have received your letter with much pleasure. I would love to accompany you tomorrow evening to the art gallery. Perhaps after we learn about Noctium's landscapes, we may have dinner together, if you are amenable?

I do enjoy your company, and I do look forward to as much of it as you would allow.

I would love to correspond with you like this more often. It has been awhile since I've written letters.

Yours sincerely,
Ignis Scientia

special delivery

[codenamem]

[It's left with reception in the middle of the day at his workplace, with a box of macarons and a tin of fancy tea, along with a beautiful tea cup. Included is a handwritten note in now-familiar handwriting.]

To my darling--

Even when your days are long and we see little of each other, know that I'm always thinking of you. You are my inspiration to wake in the morning and the last thing I crave at night, the multitude of stars in my sky. The roses you gifted me are growing beautifully now, and I await the day when we can sit among them, discussing everything and nothing, just the two of us.

Do let me know when this is in your hands. I deeply apologize for making you take time out of your busy day to think of me. Forgive me, as you so often do. Love is a strange and wonderful thing, and I found myself unable to leave you well enough alone, even just minutes out of my sight.

I await you tonight and every possible night thereafter.

With affection, and very truly yours,

AJM

[calcitrants]

[ well, guess who just ensured that ignis will come home early today?

but also guess who just singlehandedly caused different gems to titter and gossip excitedly? ("that's from albert james moriarty!" "oh, i would love for sir moriarty to send me thoughtful gifts like these!" "oh, how considerate!" "look at these gorgeous macarons!" "what expensive, fine taste --" ) and the fact that the offices are alight with excitement among the ladies (and some men) is what draws ignis out from his office to the reception, where curious gems are milling around, all abuzz about albert. of course, he's been gaining some fame around these parts.

so when ignis comes to collect his gift from the curious and red-cheeked, pretty young receptionist who had been busy regaling her tale of just how charming and handsome albert james moriarty is when he'd dropped it off, he can't help but smile, keeping quiet in the face of all the curious, nosy questions ("ignis, are you dating?" "of course he's dating! the l word is in there!" "ohhhhh what's he like, ignis? does he always send you good food --") until he's in the office and can read it proper.

warmed, perhaps just a touch embarrassed but so ridiculously, grossly in love with this romantic, wonderful, lavishly generous man, ignis texts: ]

My dearest, most wonderful Albert,

I must say that you have caused quite the stir at the office with your gift. Our dear receptionist is all aflutter at your considerable charm, as are about ninety percent of the employees here. The grapevine is alight, and it seems you have amassed quite the following here.

However, on a personal note, thank you for the lovely, thoughtful gifts. I hope you don't mind that I have shared a few of the delectable macarons you've sent, as some of my esteemed colleagues refuse to depart from my doorway until they've had one. The exquisite teacup and tea, however, I shall keep firmly to myself.

I, too, have missed you dearly. I think of you often, please do know that you are precious to me, and I dream of the hours that we will get to spend together. I am happy to know that the roses are growing well, tended by your loving hand. There is never a need for apologies, for I think of you every time I have a spare moment to myself.

Never leave me to my own devices, my sweet darling. I will be bereft of you, and where will we be then? Tonight, I will be home early to steal more moments with you and whisk you off your feet. Where shall I find you?

DELIVERY ;

[airspear]

[ A letter delivered to Ignis via a shady-looking gem that seems to be a regular in the Underground, along with a small baton that, if a particular button is clicked, will elongate and turn into Aranea's Stoss Spear. ]

Ignis,

I left specific instructions on the event that I leave this place and forget to bring the spear with me — to give it to you.

When that fuckhead Besithia's first gave me the prototype he tried to sell it by telling me that it's "beyond the handling of all others", whatever the hell that means. Always knew he was full of shit, and I'm glad to know I'm right. I know you can master this thing in no time. Don't have an instruction manual for you, but the spear has a few buttons, play with them a little — I promise you're gonna love it.

And yes, I've definitely been holding out on you ;)

So take care of it for me now that I'm gone. And most of all, take care of yourself.

We never talked about the stuff that happened to you and your friends, especially you — it's none of my business, frankly, so sorry if this hits all the wrong notes. I just wanted to say that life's a huge bitch, but I know you'll be just fine. You're a little too stubborn for your own good, but that's what I like about you.


- AH.

text; un: selfies

[snaphappy]

can i ask a weird question?

text;

[calcitrants]

Yes, of course, Prompto. What's wrong?

early evening; action

[codenamem]

[Albert has a Plan. A wonderful plan to give Ignis a fantastic night and a break from his hard work. He uses the key he was given to unlock Ignis' apartment and lets himself in, knowing the man is still at work for another three hours or so. Just enough time to set up.

First, he uses some groceries he brought along and a helpful internet tutorial to make cold sandwiches in three varieties, managing not to cut himself as he does so. After that, it's a cold chopped vegetable salad with a fancy drizzle that looks more difficult than it actually is. He plates all of this up and wraps the plates carefully, slipping them into the fridge alongside a previously cold brewed carafe of Ignis' favorite coffee and some fancy sparkling water.

After that, he sets up something he'd bought a few days prior and had delivered while Ignis was out: a portable massage table. He puts it near the bathroom, then dots the bedroom with candles he lights one by one. Incense is lit, too, and he takes care to change the sheets on the bed to Ignis' favorite set before dropping rose petals atop the turned-down comforter. It's just a matter of waiting after that, as he tidies up the kitchen and cleans other areas of the apartment that have slipped past Ignis' usual fastidiousness while he's been working so hard.

After all, he's nothing short of the love of Albert's life, and he deserves all of this and more. What's a little dusting? Ignis may actually come in to find Albert still with an apron over his favorite purple shirt and black slacks.]

[calcitrants]

[ ignis has no idea that albert is planning this -- his beloved, generous, thoughtful lover who is so often hell-bent on spoiling him silly that ignis can't help but be grateful. he hasn't seen him in a couple of days; work, taking care of his own, and and extracurriculars like networking and mingling amongst the gems to rouse support for albert's eventual political bid has him tired out and exhausted.

fortunately, today's a good day, a welcome reprieve from the whirlwind of activity, and he senses the familiar sounds of cleaning, the soft rustlings and the adjustments of pillows that make him smile. only one person makes sounds like that, only one man aside from ignis himself is just as fastidious and particular.

and oh -- look.

his albert, in an apron, of all things. he shuts the door behind him, his heart skipping a beat as he takes in the ultimately domestic sight before him. that, and that purple shirt. it shouldn't hit him in all the best primal areas as hard as it should, but it does, and ignis loves him so, so very deeply for it. ]

Oh, dear Albert.

[ he comes up behind him, an arm sliding around that lean waist as he presses his lips to the back of his neck. his living room is even more spotless than usual, and he can't help but smile. ]

Goodness, if I knew you were here, I would've come back even earlier.

[ he sniffs briefly, tilting his head in curiosity. interesting. ] Incense, my darling? Do you have something planned?

Mysterious gift?? 😌

[protectore]

[ One random sunday evening, when he comes to his study to his papers and what not for his work, Ignis will find elegant, black box on the table. Inside of it is a silk tie, in gray and black gradient, accompanied by a bright, silver tie pin in shape of SOME bird, and where the eye would be, there is emerald, to match Ignis' eyes.

The note with it says "looking sharp, just like your tongue" with a winking smiley next to it. There is no signature, but handwriting is definitively familiar...]

🥰😍

[calcitrants]

[ ignis would recognise that handwriting anywhere. gladio's handwriting is unmistakable, as is the style of his gift. the tie, but most notably the pin that is nestled in it -- a very familiar bird with emerald eyes, and there is no doubt of the identity of the gift giver.

he smiles, before he sends him a text. ]

Thank you for the beautiful gift. Well now, what's the occasion?

what if I only do stupid fox threads this month

[knifely]

[ because I do what I want

but anyway, ignis is stuck on babysitting duty, (handwaves a reason here but it probably involves fox louis trying to eat William one too many times),

so

there is a very grumpy fox currently in the process of shredding a stack of papers on ignis's desk with his very sharp claws, and maybe there's also wisps of foxfire setting the scraps of paper ablaze.

look, louis doesn't deal well with separation anxiety, ok? ]

THIS IS SO CUTE I LOVE IT

[calcitrants]

[ so, ignis now has a sulking, adorable little nine-tailed louis-fox on his desk, clearly in the middle of a sulkier not-tantrum, who's also busy setting fire to all the papers (and also his desk).

foxfire is dangerous, which is why ignis comes to him with a small plate of tasty, marinated beef cubes, carefully sidestepping where the fiery little scraps of paper are floating. ]

Looks like you're in quite the mood. Can I help?

un. romanholiday, some time during monster ch-ch-changes

[pararomantic]

hey ignis

you free at all today?

A MINUTE LATER:

[calcitrants]

I'm available, Roman. What's wrong?