IC Inbox: PhanRift

[hardbargain]

	"It's Ulric. Make it good." UN: CuriousCoeurl

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[founderinglight]

[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.

[hardbargain]

[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.]

[founderinglight]

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.

[hardbargain]

[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.

[founderinglight]

[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.