hardbargain | IC Inbox: PhanRift

Alright, I think you can come see that surprise now. (* ﾟ▽ﾟ*)

u text like Tredd fml

Is that really all you have to say?

Well, I'll be in my room if you'd like to come see. Hardly a journey to distant lands.

[Yeah that's all he had to say because by the time Izunia finished sending that back there's a cursory knock on his door aaaand

Fuck propriety he's walking in if that shit's not locked, bro.]

[Yeah no it's not even that just walk the fuck on in.

Congrats, the sight you are greeted with is Izunia with his feet hanging over the side of his bed and wearing a grey tee, and also, Verity doing a kitty scuttle over immediately to see who has arrived.

Hi, big cat, slightly less big cat is here for pettings.]

That was quick.

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[He shrugs, crouching down to give Verity an obligatory pet or three.]

Wasn't up to much. Goin' through pictures.

[Unfortunately for Izunia the sort of thing Nyx lounges around the apartment in is... some low slung cargo shorts and that's pretty much it. Which means the series of scratches and bruises across his shoulders and the back of his neck are on full display, as well as no small number of bite marks on his throat and along his collarbones.]

So your big secret ink is done huh?

Indeed.Still a bit sore, as you might imagine.

[Did you expect him to be bothered by all those marks? Because he's clearly not.

Also, Nyx, it you sit you're becoming Verity's new seat.

Izunia lifts his arm out - as promised, there's new ink along the inside of his forearm. A certain familiar kukri, crossed with one of the straight blades Ignis favors.]

A reminder of what I have to live up to.

[He didn't really think about it but it was possible that Izunia would be uncomfortable with all the marks. Then again, after Truth or Dare, they shouldn't be very surprising.

For a moment he looks as though he might be teetering towards becoming a kitty pillow but the siren song of ink has him shifting back to his feet, brows raising as he comes closer. A soft, low whistle as he slides onto the bed beside Izunia, fingers itching to touch but he knows better, not when it's so fresh. So instead his fingers seek out the redhead's wrist, thumb stroking lightly over the inside, just shy of touching the ink itself.]

Holy... shit...

[I mean, if he did comment, it would probably be to say that they look nice on you, Nyx.

Izunia allows the grasp without problem, turning his wrist slightly so that Nyx can lean in and see a bit more detail. The lines are a little rough in places - as he'd said, it was done by hand, so there's a little bit of a wobble along one part of the dagger blade.]

Some things I never want to forget.

[His fingers ghost up over the straight edged blade, curious and just shy of touching.]

Is this... Scientia?

[He'd been around for enough of Ignis' training that he recognized the style and after what Leonard had said about the whole... blinded by the ring thing he suspected it was the case.]

And mine... [His voice wavers slightly, but he doesn't want to admit just how touched he is that hehad somehow made such an impact on the Founder King that he warranted a mark on the other man's body. He still doesn't touch but he calls some of the chill of the ice magic to his hand, hovering just above the skin, cooling the air just enough to ease the ache of the fresh wound.]

Why the hell would you put my knife on you?!

[Wasn't that something that was meant to be reserved for family? He's flabbergasted, honored and at the same time uncertain of Izunia's sanity. He was nothing compared to so many of the others whose weapons the Founder wore.]

Hard to explain in words.

[Which is why it's done in art, instead, but now you're making him talk about it because you're a jerk.]

A reminder of my own flaws, perhaps. And a reminder to keep chasing that future even when I can't see it, because there are others with clearer eyes than I.

[Yeah well he's always a jerk you know that, Zunie.

The explanation makes his chest ache, the knowledge of Luna's death weighing heavily on him at that moment. Because if anyone could see that future clearly it was her.]

That's a good reminder.

[It's quiet and somber, his chilled hand falling away so he's left just holding Izunia's wrist, fingers stroking over the spot on his wrist as if needing the touch to distract from the urge to touch the heated lines of ink.]

Still don't know that I deserve it.

[It's not as though Izunia objects to the touch. His wrist relaxes in Nyx's hand a he smiles.]

Sometimes it's about what you did, not what you deserve.

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text; a few days after truth/dare

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