It's hardly my fault you make me play 'Patient or Paramour' so often of late.
[Sorry Ardyn, Ignis needs a second, coughing gently into his hand. And not just because of the implication that he might be sleeping with Ardyn.]
The guest room will be more than sufficient. Thank you.
[Ardyn Lucis Caelum and Gilgamesh, gods. One of them alone might have been coincidence, but both is indisputable. It appears that he at least knows when he is, if not where.
The era of the Founding. Astrals, Lucis probably isn't a kingdom yet, if the Founder King is here eating takeout with his brother instead of dealing with the trappings of royalty. The Ring of the Lucii itself - Ignis catches himself thumbing where it burned into his finger, one of the marks Ardyn didn't take - may not even exist yet.
And here he is, faced with a sack full of ancient Solheim takeout. He can only imagine how many historians might risk their lives for this opportunity.
So, without further ceremony, he forces his tired muscles to move once more, leaning forward to peer into the bag. Some kind of hot sandwiches? At least the one in the red paper wrapper is obvious enough. Ignis takes one of the white ones instead and sits back into the chair.]
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[Sorry Ardyn, Ignis needs a second, coughing gently into his hand. And not just because of the implication that he might be sleeping with Ardyn.]
The guest room will be more than sufficient. Thank you.
[Ardyn Lucis Caelum and Gilgamesh, gods. One of them alone might have been coincidence, but both is indisputable. It appears that he at least knows when he is, if not where.
The era of the Founding. Astrals, Lucis probably isn't a kingdom yet, if the Founder King is here eating takeout with his brother instead of dealing with the trappings of royalty. The Ring of the Lucii itself - Ignis catches himself thumbing where it burned into his finger, one of the marks Ardyn didn't take - may not even exist yet.
And here he is, faced with a sack full of ancient Solheim takeout. He can only imagine how many historians might risk their lives for this opportunity.
So, without further ceremony, he forces his tired muscles to move once more, leaning forward to peer into the bag. Some kind of hot sandwiches? At least the one in the red paper wrapper is obvious enough. Ignis takes one of the white ones instead and sits back into the chair.]
It smells magnificent.
Guest room it is. I'll be back shortly.